The two stood opposite each other from a distance, their eyes condensed like swords, colliding in the air as if they were substantive, making a "wave" with a shocking sound, as if splashing countless sparks.

No one would have imagined that this red-faced old man was once a killer, and he was also the "king" of that kind of killer, and it was impossible for anyone to know the secret of a hundred years of dust.

Ouyang Wuji saw that the other party's figure suddenly changed one by one, and in the next moment, it appeared on the left side like the wind, and there were two more cold and dazzling short swords in both hands, one left and one right, the two swords came out together, one dagger cut horizontally under the ribs, and one dagger pierced the shoulder arm from top to bottom.

The fat man seemed to be startled by this sudden attack, trembling all over, his feet were crooked, and he staggered to the side diagonally, coincidentally avoiding the opponent's double dagger attack, and could have avoided the blood-spattered catastrophe. Is it a coincidence, or is it deliberate, or maybe it's both?

The red-faced old man struck a blow to no avail, floated back, and retreated back to the same place faster than the wind, and fell to the ground with the true color of a killer, coming and going like the wind, and reaching the supreme realm of not being shocked when he made a move. In everyone's eyes, it was like standing there all the time, never moving a step.

Ouyang Wuji exhaled heavily, stretched out his hand to wipe the sweat droplets that were scared out of his face, and looked at the other party with a frightened face, suspecting that the other party was a top killer, he had dealt with the killer several times, and he had a special sense of smell for this kind of person, which was a very dangerous aura.

The red-faced old man smiled coldly, as if he had seen a pile of meat on the anvil, and the previous blow was just a tentative attack. took a deep breath, as if he saw the miserable appearance of this fat man being cut by a knife. There was a secret cry in his heart, a little ground under his feet, his body swinged again, and instantly appeared behind Ouyang Wuji, and the two swords in his hands came out again, piercing the opponent's waist and eyes, if he was unfortunately stabbed and did not die, he only had half a life left.

As if it were no coincidence, the fat man stumbled under his feet again, his clumsy body fell forward, and the sharp blade of the sword crossed dangerously against his back. Is it a coincidence? I'm afraid that he won't even be able to convince himself, and the two kill-and-kill blows will all fail, and even if the other party is fully prepared, it will be difficult to resolve it so easily, and the red-faced old man suddenly flashed four words in his mind; pretend to be a pig and eat a tiger! Suddenly he despised himself a little, and he would make such a low-level mistake.

Blame only the appearance of this fat man, who can fool a large number of people without acting, that series of stumbling, stumbling, and sloping, seemingly frightened and clumsy, but when you think about it carefully, it is so wonderful that it seems to know your own intentions, the direction and route of your moves, if you don't have superb strength and incomparable self-confidence, how dare you take risks like this, and look like the object of being fooled is yourself from beginning to end. As soon as I thought of this, I didn't feel that my vest was oozing sweat, and it was clear that the other party was either digging a pit or making fun of himself.

The fat man in front of him is definitely a very dangerous figure, the red-faced old man suddenly put away his contempt heart, his figure flashed again, as if he had melted into the air, and suddenly disappeared in front of everyone's eyes, and then, again and again, it seemed to be born out of nothingness, only to see the cold ghost light flickering, but no one was seen.

Under the scorching sun, but I saw Ouyang Wuji alone, sometimes dodging and slashing, sometimes picking up and chopping, sliding and slashing, and flying in the air...... From time to time, a series of high-pitched and piercing sonorous sounds erupted in the air.

The red-faced old man's speed was as fast as the wind, usually repelling with one blow, whether it hit the target or not, and the next second followed by a series of strange and deadly attacks, leaving a clear trail crisscrossing the air.

Despite this, no matter how fierce, tricky, and weird the red-faced old man's attacks were, each attack and kill indiscriminately missed, which made him feel extremely surprised and shocked.

The dark short sword in the red-faced old man's hand flickered again, and suddenly released an astonishing brilliance like a bright moon, and silver sword shadows spread out in all directions, tearing through the dark marks of the night everywhere he went.

This sudden brilliance shone with Ouyang Wuji's vision, dizzy eyes, psychedelic facial features, deadly sword light, the killing machine was hidden in it, and the lightning stabbed at Lu Suifeng's throat.

This is also a secret killing skill that the red-faced old man is proud of, and he will not use it easily, but the target in front of him is too difficult, and he is really the only one in his life, so he cannot send this powerful blow.

A dazzling sword light in the bloom of brilliance was full of cold killing intentions, which was the fatal blow that hooked the soul and killed it.

The fat man is not a fuel-efficient lamp, he simply closed his eyes, and the big sword in his hand drew an arc-shaped trajectory in the air, which was simple, but it seemed to be tempered by a thousand times.

This seemingly simple and random sword made the red-faced old man tremble, and all the blooming brilliance seemed to be exposed to the scorching sun and ice and snow, quickly dissolving. It seems that even oneself is integrated into it, and there is nothing to hide.

Splitting the light kill, it actually hit the air, but a shocking cold light rushed towards his neck, and between breaths, a sword cold light was quickly placed in front of his eyes, filled, as if occupying the entire world in front of him.

The red-faced old man used to be the "king" among the killers, and how can ordinary people imagine and speculate about his ability to adapt to the situation. If there is no way to avoid it, why avoid it. Decisively stretched out his other idle hand, a layer of misty green glow, and a faint fragrance suddenly emanated from the air, which made people's minds suddenly feel a blur.

It was a gloved hand, fearlessly grabbing a few sword lights that were infinitely close to his neck, and it made a screeching sound of metal cutting. I don't know what kind of texture this glove is, it can not be cut by a sword, but it can also emit a faint fragrance at the same time, which can make people appear for a short period of confusion, and there is enough time to cut people's throats and pierce people's hearts with a single sword. It's no wonder that murder is never easy to miss, it's really bad enough, and it's really hard to prevent. It's just that the killer only cares about the result, but there is nothing wrong with it.

"Lan Ye is drunk!" Ouyang Wuji sniffed lightly, looking very refreshed, and did not show a strange demeanor; "The dead old man turned out to be a killer, and he used this kind of trick...... ＂

"Hey, it's a bit surprising that you can not be affected by this strange scent. There are countless ways to kill people, how can it be elegant and vulgar to take people's lives, there is only one result in the open and in the dark, the mission of the killer is to kill, and he doesn't care what means are used, and he is the king to achieve the goal. The red-faced old man's words sounded very cold-blooded, but from his perspective and position, they were understandable and reasonable.

"I don't mean to despise it, it's also a secret killing technique, but it's a little bit damaged. It's a pity that it doesn't work as well as it should in me. "The fat man has been by Lu Suifeng's side for so much, the so-called Zhu Zhechi naturally knows a lot, and he took the antidote pill as early as the first time.

Watching the red-faced old man reappear in the sunlight, "Once the killer appears, the advantage is gone. Standing opposite to each other, if there is no certain amount of real learning, they should die a miserable death. Now, do you think you still have a chance of winning?" the fat man grinned, as relaxed as if chatting, as if he had forgotten that the person in front of him had been a top "king" killer who killed people invisibly.

"You are indeed a very difficult person to deal with, but it seems that you are not qualified to take my life. If I wish, I will disappear in front of you, melt the air again, on this high platform, and the last moment to lie down will be you, fat man, and never an old man. As the red-faced old man spoke, his figure suddenly became blurry and illusory, and in the blink of an eye, he disappeared on the spot, and really melted into the air again.

As everyone knows, the aura on his body was locked by Ouyang Wuji at this time, and the reason why he used all the wonderful and superb killing methods to still not even touch a corner of the other party was because the direction and trajectory of each shot were predicted in advance by the other party.

The red-faced old man's body suddenly moved, and the fat man also stepped out at the same time, close to the end of the world, instantly across the space of twenty meters, and a touch of lightning followed him closely.

Fighting head-on is definitely the killer's weakness, although the opponent was once a top "king" killer, he will not choose this way of short and long, so he is very calm and wise to melt into the air again, looking for the opportunity to strike another thunderous blow.

Those who are accustomed to yin people are usually most afraid of being yin, and their vigilance is usually very strong, especially the former top killer like the red-faced old man, who always maintains a high degree of vigilance, and then he hides in the air again, and out of the corner of his eye, he sees a sword light rushing from his side, he doesn't know how the other party found his whereabouts, and he doesn't have time to let people think about it.

The red-faced old man knew that if he hesitated a little, that sharp sword light would pierce his temple, and his right arm was stretched out, shooting out like lightning, and he actually avoided the opponent's sword blade very dexterously, and slapped his palm on the opponent's attacking sword body.

The strength of the red-faced old man's palm was surging vigorously, and with one blow, he actually slapped Ouyang Wuji's killing sword sideways to the side. The fat man's sword momentum was agile and floating, and his body turned with the sword, flashing five feet away in an instant, and the power of rotation cleared the strength left by the red-faced old man on the sword.

The red-faced old man's gloves are not even swords, I don't know what kind of material they are made of, at least at the level of the first level of heaven. A person can slap a palm against the sharp blade of the sword, and can delicately avoid the blade of the sword and hit the body of the sword, this courage and sense of battle are very within the reach of people.

Ouyang Wuji anticipated the enemy's opportunity, as if he knew that he would sneak away again, with a twist of his wrist, the sword returned, trembling, a fluttering sword, there was no fixed trajectory and direction, but the invisible sword qi and sword intent were everywhere, and it was difficult to determine where he would attack in the next moment, so that the red-faced old man did not dare to act easily.