The emergency was seen by Ximen Jing in his eyes, and he said in his heart, it is not a good thing for these two people to step on horses. At this time, his body could move, but his arms were still tied, and while the tall man was paying attention to the old man, he turned his face to look at the straight knife, and said with a hippie smile: "Brother Dao, do my brother a favor, break this rope." ”

"The old man is not free, you are wandering by yourself, you may be able to break it, but don't blame me for wiping your neck!"

The straight knife was stuck by the tall man into the trunk of a tree more than two inches from Ximen Jing's neck. Ximen Jing really didn't dare to move, for fear that he would be wiped if he was not hanged.

Ximen Jing gritted his teeth violently, kicked the trunk of the tree with both feet, turned his body over, sandwiched the trunk between his legs, and borrowed the rope in his hand, a little bit like rubbing upward, and after a while he rubbed against the branch, raised his leg and kicked it fiercely, kicking the branch off, and finally untying his hands.

The flames of the green forest were extinguished, and the scorching smell of the roasted meat was disgusting, and it seemed that the white-haired old man was dead. The tall man was relieved at this time, slowly walked towards his corpse, and said gloomily: "Senior brother, you and I have been fighting for so many years, but I didn't expect you to die like this, little brother, I feel guilty, and I will definitely burn more paper money for you today next year, so that you can be a rich man over there, you treasures, the little brother will laugh and accept it." ”

As he spoke, he walked up to the corpse and bent down to touch the corpse's pocket. Suddenly, as if he had been stung by a scorpion, he screamed, took a few steps back, and fell to the ground with a crooked body. Ximen Jing looked down condescendingly from the tree and saw the tall man lying on the ground, twitching all over, foaming in his mouth, as if smoking sheep's horns.

The old man's corpse stood up suddenly, patted the ashes all over his body, and laughed: "Senior brother, junior brother, you are too careless, it tastes good to be bitten by the natal immortal! You don't want to think about it, how can I die so easily for my brother, I think it will be better to burn paper money for you for my brother next year, and your book "General Guide to the Martial Arts" will be accepted for my brother!"

The tall man who was smoking the sheep's horn wind sat up half-sat up with his body propped up, pointed at the other party and said angrily: "Don't think about it, Lao Tzu will destroy it immediately, and I can't let you get involved!" said and took out a thread-bound book from his arms, and made a gesture to tear it.

The white-haired old man frowned and shouted, "Don't ruin the baby, I'll just let you live, and you and I will never see each other again." Before the words fell, he shook his hand at the tall man again and again, and shot out a string of white light. The sound of flying needles tearing through the air sneered and rattled, and people's scalps tingled when they heard it.

Seeing that the situation was wrong, the tall man crawled towards the lake and retreated, and the talisman in his hand was mixed with white light, shooting towards the old man one by one.

It can be seen from the state of the two that they are both injured. Just now, the white-haired old man was hit in order to lure the enemy, and the tall man was more seriously injured by the natal immortal, and the two became unable to hold each other again, but the tall man may not be able to hold on for long, he retreated to the lake while fighting, and wanted to run away.

Ximen Daguan, who had been hanging for a long time, had already held back the anger in his belly, and finally found an opportunity, immediately jumped off the branch, pulled out the straight knife on the tree, pointed at the two people who were fighting, and roared: "Brother Dao, help me cut them!"

Ximen Jingxin said, if they are allowed to live, they will die by themselves, and if they want Lao Tzu's soul, Lao Tzu will want your dog's life!

Dao Ling snorted coldly: "Hey, this reminds me of the old man, it's easy to want the old man to help, feed the old man's blood first." ”

"Those two living people, slaughter them, let you drink enough!"

"The old man is not a rickshaw, get in the car first and then give money, don't drink enough blood and don't want the old man to contribute. ”

This kind of life-and-death feud is an endless ending, this opportunity is rare, if they let them escape, it will be very tricky for the enemy to be dark and clear in the future. Ximen Jing knew that he could deal with those two people in vain, and he was reluctant to let the child catch the wolf, so he immediately slashed his wrist with a straight knife and cut a wound, and the blood suddenly flowed down, staining the blade red.

"Is it enough? If it's not enough, I'll wipe my neck!" Before the words fell, Ximen Jing suddenly felt that the handle of the knife in his hand emitted a burst of heat, and the aura in his body quickly surged to the handle of the knife, and at the same time, there was an inexplicable feeling in the sea of knowledge, as if the straight knife was a part of his body, and from then on he could be like an arm.

In fact, this is purely a coincidence, when the sword spirit is bloodthirsty, the aura connects a knife and a person together, plus blood as a guide, and accidentally bumps into a machine spirit to recognize the master. Since then, the mind of the human knife has been connected, and it has reached a realm that many people can hope for - the unity of the human knife.

Before Ximen Jing could figure out what was happening, a stream of knives shot out, like a silver crescent moon, illuminating the night in an instant, and shooting on the left shoulder of the white-haired old man, his arm fell to the ground like papier-mâché, and blood burst out, staining the white snow on the ground.

The knife passed through the old man, and the remnants of the momentum were not weakened, and then he rubbed the tall man's body and landed on the surface of the lake, shattering a large piece of ice with a click, revealing an ice hole several meters square.

The tall man was rolling and running away, and happened to fall into the ice hole, and the water splashed and he was never seen again. In the cold winter, falling into an ice cave, there is no reason to survive, this person is completely finished.

The white-haired old man, who didn't even scream, ran towards the lake with his hands covered with horror, and ran dozens of meters in the blink of an eye, which was faster than a rabbit.

How could Ximen Jing let the enemy survive, and immediately roared: "If you want to peel Lao Tzu's soul, Lao Tzu will skin you first!" raised his straight knife and slashed it fiercely.

The first knife was not well prepared, but the second knife was prepared, and Ximen Jing poured almost all the spiritual energy that could be used in his body into the knife.

As the blade fell, I saw that the front end of the blade emitted a knife ray several meters long, like a colorful dragon, heading straight for the back of the white-haired old man.

The momentum of the knife gang was amazing, and the white-haired old man noticed it, and he threw a green thing behind him, and then slammed it to the left. The knife was slashing at the thing, and the castration slowed down slightly, and the old man was able to dodge the killing knife, and fled on the ice to the other side.

Ximen Jing chased after him with his knife, but he heard a muffled click, and the knife that had just been sent out had fallen on the ice. As if dropping a depth charge, a column of water rose into the sky, and the ice of the entire lake trembled, and the snow exploded into jade shavings. Ximen Jing even felt that the island under his feet was shaking.

"It's broken, the ice!" Ximen Jing just ran to the lake, and immediately stopped his steps, the ice in front of him was no different from before, still covered with snow, looking at a flat river. Ximen Jing didn't dare to be careless, and poked a few times with the tip of the knife, and suddenly, a piece of broken ice tumbled, revealing the lake below.

Not to mention that in the night, even in the daytime, no one dares to walk on the broken ice, and if they fall into the water, they can't discern the direction at all, let alone breathe, and the low temperature can make the water rat drown.

Seeing the old man with a broken arm, limping onto the other side, Ximen Jingqi's face was pale, but he was helpless.

On the opposite shore, there was a hidden figure, it was Wang Xiaogang, who witnessed everything in front of him. Seeing the Dao Gang who was as angry as Changhong, he gritted his teeth and swore that he would not give up today.

ps: Ximen Jing put a straight knife against his neck and shouted: "You vote big, or I will wipe my neck!"