Seeing that Yang Yifan took the initiative to get out of the way, the black shadow didn't say anything, maybe at this time, in his eyes, there was only the silver knife that fell to the ground.

Quickly came to the silver knife and picked it up. The black shadow carefully put the silver knife in the palm of his hand, looking at the knife that only shook occasionally, and the cracks and gaps on the knife were dense, and the black shadow's eyes flashed with a strong sense of distress.

looked up at Xu Qing suddenly, and his eyes were like looking at his father's killer who didn't share the sky. However, Xu Qing ignored him, just squinted at his every move.

The black shadow opened his mouth and said a few words to Xu Qing, but Yang Yifan only heard a burst of bird language and didn't understand a word. However, the angry tone in the words can be heard, and what should be said is not a good thing.

Seeing that Xu Qing and Yang Yifan did not react in the slightest, the expression on the black shadow became even more angry. Looking down at the knife in his hand, a trace of hesitation flashed across the dark shadow's face, and then this hesitation quickly turned into firmness.

I saw him slap his palm on his body again, and spit out a mouthful of blood like no money. But this time, he vomited blood not to speed up, but to spit out all the blood on the body of the silver knife without leaking.

I don't know if it's an illusion, Yang Yifan feels that this mouthful of blood is redder than the two mouthfuls of blood he spit out before, and the color is much richer. And after spitting out this mouthful of blood, the black shadow's face instantly turned pale, and his expression shrank.

The blood fell on the silver knife, but it did not slide to the ground under the effect of gravity, but penetrated all the blood into the blade in Yang Yifan's wide eyes.

Drip... Blood to confess the Lord, or blood sacrifice, or something else?

A large list of nouns popped up in Yang Yifan's head, and before he could figure out what it was, he saw the silver knife change again.

The large and small gaps in the blade that had been slashed by Xu Qing before slowly disappeared at this time, and the blade became sharp again. Even the cracks on the knife are healing, and only the blood lines in the cracks prove that it has cracked before.

Looking at the silver knife that was slowly recovering, a trace of abnormal rosy appeared on the pale face of the black shadow, and he opened his mouth to show a smile.

"Sure enough, it's you disgusting guys, die!"

The black shadow's movements seemed to remind Xu Qing of something, a disgusted expression appeared on his face, the long sword was unsheathed again, and the tip of the sword pointed at the black shadow.

Facing Xu Qing's long sword, the black shadow didn't care, and took the initiative to uncover his hood, revealing an ordinary middle-aged face.

"Stick, or devil?"

Yang Yifan glanced at it and asked. Asian faces don't speak Mandarin, and they can only be people from those two countries.

"Baga!"

The middle-aged man seemed to understand Yang Yifan's words, and let out an angry shout.

"Oh, it's a devil, no wonder I heard you say that opening sentence so familiarly. It turns out that I often hear it in small movies, and it is a pillar industry of your country. ”

However, the middle-aged island people did not respond to Yang Yifan, but just glared at Yang Yifan viciously, because he only understood the word devil, just like the Chinese people understood what Baga meant.

As if sensing the anger of his master, the silver knife in the middle-aged islander's hand trembled slightly, and slowly levitated from his hand, and the knife body regained a hazy white light.

The silver knife slashed through the air with a silver light, and it actually slashed towards Yang Yifan. Yang Yifan scolded secretly, didn't the labor and management just call a devil, you are called Baga, I haven't said anything yet, as for doing it to yourself, do you have the ability to find Xu Qing!

"Your opponent is me!"

Just when Yang Yifan was talking about asking the silver knife to find Xu Qing, Xu Qing jumped towards Yang Yifan. Because the silver knife was seriously injured, the injury did not recover, and the speed decreased a lot, and it was stopped by Xu Qing first.

A knife and a sword suddenly started to fight again, but it was obvious that Xu Qing had the absolute upper hand, and it was only a matter of time before the knife fell again.

Seeing that Xu Qing and Xiaodao were fighting fiercely, Yang Yifan licked his somewhat dry lips, and knocked his eyes on the islanders who were observing the battle between Xu Qing and Xiaodao.

It seemed that he felt Yang Yifan's fiery eyes, and the island people shuddered, and turned around suspiciously to meet Yang Yifan's vicious eyes, which suddenly made his expression change greatly.

Ma Dan, wasn't Baga very cool just now? Didn't you hit me with a knife? Do you know that there is an old saying in Huaguo -- Feng Shui takes turns, come to my house this year!

Thinking about it, Yang Yifan carried the Pu knife, let out a series of strange laughter from his mouth, and slowly walked towards the middle-aged island countryman.

Yang Yifan was a little afraid that the island people were just worried about his silver knife, the island people only let the knife sneak attack before, and he himself hid in the dark to control the knife, if it wasn't for the knife to be completely cut off, he probably wouldn't have run out.

Later, Yang Yifan found that the speed at which he ran towards the knife was not very fast, at most he was faster than himself, but he was far inferior to Xu Qing, who was at the Xuan level. Now that the knife is restrained by Xu Qing again, plus he spit out three mouthfuls of blood just now, how much combat power can he have now, and Yang Yifan likes things like beating water dogs the most.

Seeing Yang Yifan walking towards him, the expression on the face of the island people first changed greatly, and then he seemed to notice that Yang Yifan's strength was not yet at the Xuan level, and he immediately laughed again.

Then he slowly reached out his left hand, which had been in his pocket and had never been taken out. Yang Yifan saw his left hand, and a bad premonition surged in his heart.

Ma Dan, a Xuan-level master is a Xuan-level master, even if he is restrained by Xu Qing and he is so seriously injured, he can bring himself such a sense of crisis. It seems that it was right for him to back down before, if he also rushed to the knife at that time, I am afraid that he would be directly killed by the people of this island country before he touched it.

The islander's left hand was covered with black air, especially on its little and ring fingers. The black light on the little finger is the most abundant, but at this time, it reveals a feeling of vanity. The black light on the ring finger was slightly inferior, and the aura that made Yang Yifan feel dangerous was also transmitted from this finger.

The island people put away the rest of their fingers, leaving only the ring finger upright, and then put the ring finger on their foreheads, and reverently chanted some words that Yang Yifan didn't understand, a bit like a fairy mother's prayer, and a bit like a sacrifice to something.

With the words of the island people, a black ball of light rose from his ring finger, and Yang Yifan was stunned for a moment, how is this a bit like the silver ball of light of the silver knife before, but it just changed color.

Two flying swords? Yang Yifan almost scolded.