Ouyang Wuji anticipated the enemy's opportunity step by step, as if he knew that the red-faced old man would sneak away again, with a twist of his wrist, he suddenly returned to the sword, 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 to attack in the next moment, so that the red-faced old man did not dare to act easily.

In the eyes of the red-faced old man, there is a flickering essence in the sky, and each essence contains a murderous intention, and it is difficult to distinguish between fiction and reality. I never thought that this fat man's sword momentum would be so weird and powerful, and a small negligence was enveloped in it, and he fell into a dangerous situation.

From attacking and killing the other party to being attacked and killed by the other party, there is even a chance to sneak away. If it weren't for the fact that he was a top killer who was accustomed to seeing stormy waves, he was in danger, and he still didn't mess up, although he was shocked, he didn't hesitate at all, and a pair of dark adamantine iron palms instantly turned into palm shadows in the sky, and he slapped out seventy-seven forty-nine palms in one go, and he was hard to block and hard to connect, and a pair of gloves could resist the cutting of the blade without any damage.

For a while, the palm shadows and swords flew vertically and horizontally, staggered and collided, and a piercing roar continued to explode in the air.

The red-faced old man's pair of dark adamantine iron hands, the palm shadows were layered on top of each other, rushing out like a tide, and with sharp energy, the mountain sword shadows attacked by Ouyang Wuji were dissolved one by one. The body is constantly drifting from side to side, intending to distance itself from the opponent and get out of the range of the sword's attack.

The depressed thing is that no matter where the red-faced old man moves, the fat man's sword always follows like a shadow, like a maggot to the bone, and a cold star suddenly shines out from the shadow of the impermeable palm, like a flying star outside the sky, and shoots straight towards the center of the red-faced old man's eyebrows.

The red-faced old man was frightened, his figure flashed and flew back, and his hands reached out to his waist at the same time, retreating, retreating...... The cold star is like a messenger chasing souls and asking for his life.

With the momentum of retreat, while dodging left and right, the action of reaching out with both hands unexpectedly touched two sharp short knives, and the two blades instantly conjured up a dazzling brilliance, and the cold knife light crossed the night sky, and two crisp sounds of gold and iron resonated, and the rushing cold star swept away.

The next moment, the Jedi counterattacked, a continuous stream of knives, each attack was carried with sharp knife intent, a series of knife qi jets, and the fatal blow often rushed out in the illusory light curtain, its speed was so fast that people's eyes could not adapt, and Ouyang Wuji's figure was also instantly slashed and cut by this phantom sword light.

In the blurry sword light swirling dance, a muffled snort sounded in the twilight, and a puff of blood light sprayed with the sound, and the fat man was caught off guard by the opponent's Jedi counterattack, although he got out of the opponent's sudden attack, the clothes on his left arm were still cut open by the sharp knife qi, and he was injured and blood overflowed.

In the pair of cold and sharp eyes of the red-faced old man, there was a fierce sneer, and he counterattacked and won the opportunity, and his momentum suddenly soared, and a strong round of fierce attacks forced the opponent to dodge left and right, and he had to return to the sword to protect himself. The figure of the red-faced old man is as fast as the wind, floating and changeable like clouds.

The next moment, it suddenly appeared on the left side of Ouyang Wuji's injury, and the two knives in his hands came out again, one left and one right, one knife cut horizontally under the ribs, and one knife pierced the legs that were rapidly slashed from top to bottom, focusing on the opponent's waist and lower parts, and the serial killing was quick and weird.

The double knife attacked and killed in a row, and suddenly penetrated the sword shadow in the sky like lightning, Ouyang Wushu was half a minute late when he realized it, the hem of his shirt was slashed by a sharp knife, and even the trouser tube was broken a slit, but fortunately, the dodge was timely and did not hurt the skin of the cortex. The opponent actually squatted close to the ground to counterattack and kill, and because the sword at the bottom was slightly weaker, it was taken advantage of.

The series of changes of the red-faced old man are extremely strange, and ordinary people are afraid that they will not be able to escape this catastrophe. But Ouyang Wuji was really not an ordinary person, his sword hit the opponent's short knife from an incredible angle, and a sonorous sound sounded, and the double knives were suddenly swept away by a latent force.

With a flick of the wrist, a sword and three consecutive strikes, the momentum of the whole body changed, swallowing the sky and shaking the earth. There is no fancy virtual style, the sword splits the mountain and cracks the rock, and the dignified and unstoppable move forward.

The red-faced old man seemed to be intimidated by the other party's sudden outbreak of sky-swallowing momentum, and he didn't dare to take the challenge head-on at all. The twin swords were hidden behind the elbows, and the thin figure flickered and moved, intending to break free from the shroud of the opponent's sword momentum. I was shocked to find that it had been firmly locked by an incomparably powerful qi machine, and no matter where it moved, it was a surging sword rush. All the directions were shrouded in the opponent's fierce sword aura, and the so-called phantom speed became a joke at the moment, useless. At this time, there is no real material to learn, only waiting to be divided.

The red-faced old man used to be the "king" among the killers, and his strength was not weak, and the hole cards to save his life were endless. Although he was shrouded by the opponent's fierce sword momentum, he did not have a hint of panic, and at the same time, there was a faint cold aura on his body, like the yin wind coming out of the crack in the door, like a knife and a needle.

The next moment, I suddenly saw him shake his hand and pop out a wisp of cold light, a trace of cold murderous aura ghostly penetrated the dense sword net, and wrapped around Ouyang Wuji's throat like an illusory ghost.

It's so fast! so fast, so fast, so fast. No one saw his movements, and it was creepy. It is impossible to prevent it, and if you are an ordinary person, you are afraid that you have become a corpse at this moment. There is simply no time to dodge and react.

The death-threatening cold light was only an inch away from the other party's throat, and a hint of joy flashed in the eyes of the red-faced old man, and at this moment, a little light suddenly shone in front of him, like a flying star outside the sky piercing the sky, and flew straight towards the center of his eyebrows......

Who's faster? Will your deadly silk cut my throat, or will my sword pierce your brow first?

The red-faced old man seemed to be timid, no. Killers are usually very calm and pragmatic, and will never fight for the short and long of the moment. The opponent's sword was a fraction faster than his own Deadly Silk, not to mention that the cold glow he sent out a second ago was just a false move.

The drift of the red-faced old man's body avoided the opponent's sword blade, and his wrist flicked with a shake, and the life-killing Qing Silk suddenly retreated, but it suddenly moved towards Ouyang Wuji's heart unexpectedly.

The evolution of the surprise and the real fatal blow was aimed at the opponent's fatal heart.

"I'm here to kill someone!" the cold voice of the red-faced old man seemed to come from the Netherworld, which made the pores stand upside down.

The red-faced old man's carefully calculated blow, any dodging and dodging would be of no avail. I could only watch as the deadly green silk penetrated her chest mercilessly.

The red-faced old man's eyes showed a cruel and bloodthirsty smirk, but as everyone knows, his mouth was only halfway open before he suddenly froze: the deadly green silk penetrated through the opponent's chest, and it seemed that there was no sense of strength, not even any hindrance. Oh no! This is an afterimage. Startled, he quickly retreated, and out of the corner of his eye, he found a few starlight beams rushing towards him

The red-faced old man has vicious moves, strange body methods, and endless means of killing, which is impossible to prevent. It's just that what can be seen in his opponent is unparalleled self-confidence, doing whatever he wants, meaning that the sword is coming, the sword is bound to chase the soul and kill each sword, it is shrouded in the opponent's seven vital parts, very floating, tricky, and unpredictable.

The red-faced old man's life-killing green silk went from a strange attack, a must-kill blow, to a withdrawal and a retreat, only in between gasps. He thinks that his body is as fast as a ghost, and the speed of the other party is not at all human, like the ubiquitous wind, no matter how he dodges, he can't get rid of the seemingly non-existent entanglement. The other party casually handed out a sword, and he had to swing ten swords and eight swords to be able to block it.

The opportunity was lost, and he only moved and dodged quickly, and staged a thrilling scene again and again, exhausted and miserable, and his whole body was soaked in cold sweat. In a matter of moments, dozens of blood marks had been left on his body, and the ground in the area was already dotted with blood.

Where is this fighting, but being hunted down. A sense of powerlessness that has no way to heaven and no way to enter the earth permeates the whole body, and the fear that is more terrible than death lingers.

The red-faced old man's pupils were shrinking sharply, and Ouyang Wuji suddenly found that the other party's divine light was almost crazy at this time, and the fighting intent was monstrous, and that kind of calm and cold state was gone. The red-faced old man was in danger, and his eyes revealed a stronger fighting intent, as if the stronger the other party, the more blood boiled in his body. This moment. In his heart, it seems that the only way to fight and fight is to fight and fight, which is all the desires in his heart at this time.

Roar!

The red-faced old man struck again to no avail, and his body was about to quickly drift away, when he suddenly heard a shocking lion roar, and suddenly felt a shock to his head, his ears buzzed, and his whole body suddenly felt suffocated, and his legs suddenly became a little disobedient, and he felt very difficult to move, but fortunately, he and the other party opened a certain distance and got out of the effective attack range.

The big sword weighing fifty pounds, in the hands of the fat man, was as light as a weight, and he pulled out a sword flower in the air, and his seemingly clumsy body rushed to the red-faced old man crookedly, the speed seemed to be slow and fast, otherwise how could the other party have no time to dodge and dodge. With a flick of the wrist, a sword slashed through the air, and the momentum shook the sky.

The thrilling fight between the lightning and flint came to an abrupt end, and the red-faced old man still maintained a kneeling posture, with two daggers in his hands, one dagger cutting into the opponent's abdomen, and the other dagger stabbing in the chest, and it was frozen.

Ouyang Wuji's sleeves suddenly cracked, and a splash of blood splattered. At this time, the fat man was angry, holding his sword in both hands and pointing obliquely at the ground.

The shadow of the sword, the dagger, everything happened too fast, the naked eye couldn't keep up with the changes at all, the face suddenly stopped, who won and who lost?

Roar!

Ouyang Wuji's fat body staggered back a few steps, and suddenly a thunderous lion roar erupted from his throat, and the kneeling figure of the red-faced old man shook suddenly, and the whole body suddenly split neatly from the middle, and a puff of blood burst out, and then I saw a large piece of internal organs slipping from between the chest and abdomen, and the separated body was still twitching and shaking on the ground, and the face was miserable.