The middle-aged man snorted coldly and said, "Arrogance, look how I killed you!"

The words fell, and the middle-aged man quickly made a move, and the long sword in his hand had been swung out in succession, and in an instant, the sword qi in the sky came with a killing aura to slash his head and cover his face. In an instant, his sword was scattered, and in the blink of an eye, Liu Yidao was already surrounded by countless sword qi, which seemed to completely envelop his entire person, prompting him to avoid it.

With the middle-aged man's shot, Liu Yidao naturally moved, holding the big knife horizontally in his right hand, and the five fingers held the handle tightly as if they were caressing the qin, waving continuously in the air, and the knife qi overflowed from the madness of the knife body, and quickly formed a dense and overwhelming knife qi "spider web" in the air, and the sword qi in the sky was all included in this big web.

The middle-aged man changed color, he knew that Liu Yidao was practicing the willow leaf knife method of the Liu clan, especially this move "full knife" is to release the true qi to form a net-like knife qi, mainly known for attack, and it can weaken the enemy's attack power without limit. However, while attacking, there is also a weakness that restricts one's own movements.

Liu Yidao calmly and quickly launched an attack.

The middle-aged man's body came like a streamer, especially in the current situation, he knew that he must not let him attack so calmly and easily, so he did not seek merit, but he wanted to be innocent, he wanted to take advantage of this opportunity to defeat Liu Yidao and interrupt the "mandao" he was concentrating.

The middle-aged man's first round of attacks were all firmly blocked by the rain of sword qi displayed by Liu Yidao, and they were quickly resolved.

A trace of disdainful sarcasm appeared on Liu Yidao's face, and he suddenly exhaled, and let out a loud roar from his mouth: "Die!"

In the air, a solid sword with the size of an iron pot condensed by true qi appeared, and it slashed towards the middle-aged man's sword qi.

With strength to break the force, this is the inheritance martial arts of the Zhenshi Liu clan, the lancet!

The middle-aged man's heart was beating wildly, but he still had a gloomy face and instantly appeared in front of Liu Yidao, and suddenly slashed with a sword, and shouted: "Suffer death!"

The corners of Liu Yidao's mouth flew with a cold smirk, and the middle-aged man instantly went from his head to the soles of his feet as stiff as an electric shock. He looked up and saw that the sword light in the sky had already eliminated his sword qi, and ten thousand swords were one, escaping with extreme power, making him shattered and numb.

If Liu Yidao's sword qi just now was like a young eagle, although it was terrifying, it was impossible to stop his sudden attack. Then, now these flying people have formed a group, that is, they have turned into an eagle eagle and slammed into the sword body held high by the middle-aged man.

"Boom!"

The sword qi couldn't block the impact of the sword at all, and it exploded violently, and after breaking the terrifying sword qi, this huge sword continued to fly towards the middle-aged man with unabated momentum.

A cold light suddenly flashed in the eyes of the middle-aged man, and he felt a terrifying and deadly aura from the sword of Liu Yidao, and he knew that if he was slashed by this knife, he would definitely end up with a miserable end of broken bones and scattered souls. He reacted quickly, condensing a condensed sword qi dragon with his true qi, rising into the sky, and his strength was extremely strong!

In an instant, the true qi of his whole body condensed on the tip of the sword, and with a slight tap of his feet, he jumped a distance of more than a few zhang to the side, just avoiding the frontal power of the sword.

Snort –

However, his body was still affected and trembled slightly, and he was slashed by the knife on half of his body, and blood suddenly gushed out and rushed to the sky.

He stabilized his figure, covered the deep blood and smiled miserably, and said to Liu Yidao: "I haven't seen you for more than ten years, I really didn't expect you to be so strong!"

Liu Yidao didn't think so, he always frowned, not letting go at all, his strength had indeed improved greatly, and now he was obviously in an advantageous situation, not only did he not feel excited, but he felt in crisis.

But he didn't have any definite evidence, so he just smiled coldly at the middle-aged man, full of hatred and said, "Today, I will definitely take your head as a tribute and comfort her soul in the sky." ”

"Hahaha!" When the middle-aged man heard Liu Yidao's words, he didn't laugh angrily, he couldn't help but stretch out his hand and pointed at Liu Yidao, and laughed sarcastically: "It's just you? It's really ridiculous, this is a big joke, don't think that if you win a battle with me, you can take my life!"

Liu Yidao looked at the middle-aged man with cold and deep eyes, and walked towards the middle-aged man with a knife, he couldn't help but scold softly: "Heh, even with me, I will definitely want you to pay for your blood debts." ！”

The middle-aged man winked at Liu Yidao and said sarcastically: "Then let's wait and see!"

After saying that, he came with a sword, wanting to fight him. Looking at the middle-aged man's confident appearance, Liu Yidao couldn't help but be slightly stunned, then frowned at him, and held the treasure knife in his hand tightly.

"Look for death!" Liu Yidao stared at the middle-aged man coldly, and shouted in a deep voice.

The middle-aged man sneered, regardless of the severity of his injuries, and came with a terrifying aura of slaughter, he had already decided that Liu Yidao must have broken through to an extremely high and profound realm, and his strength must not be what it used to be.

But so what? He believed in his own strength even more, and there were those people behind him, even if he was defeated, there would be no danger, so he smiled slightly and shouted: "Without the old immortal of your family, Lao Tzu doesn't have to hide, and after killing you today, he can be active in the world openly!"

Liu Yidao disagreed, silent, indifferent face, fierce and deep eyes, staring at the middle-aged man faintly. His whole person was as cold and sharp as a knife, and the murderous aura was soaring into the sky, wielding a knife and fighting with the middle-aged man again and again, and the fight never stopped.

The middle-aged man swung the sword in his hand vigorously, the cold light flashed, and a sharp and cold sword fighting space shook in front of Liu Yidao, grinning and shouting: "Today is your death!"

At this moment, a few people walked out of the forest, all of them were murderous, clenched the sword in their hands and "creaked", glared at Liu Yidao angrily, and said, "Liu Yidao, your death time has arrived!"

At this moment, not only the middle-aged man's momentum soared, but those people were also menacing, and the unstoppable killing direction flashed back and forth in the forest through the battlefield of the figure, and instantly fought with Liu Yidao.

Liu Yidao frowned, he didn't think he had provoked these people, but judging from the skills of these people, he didn't dare to despise these people who didn't know the details, but just because these people came to kill him, he had the idea of taking off the heads of these people!

Never be soft on the enemy, this is an inevitable rule on the rivers and lakes, and every move is life and death.

"Quickly get rid of him, although the old immortal took away the elite masters of the Liu Clan, there are definitely the town guards. Another man came out of the woods.

In the fierce battle, Liu Yidao took the opportunity to glance at him casually, it was a young man who was not too big, with a lofty spirit, a proud temperament, and a domineering look that despised Liu Yidao.

He was followed by a young shaved monk, with a delicate appearance, a white-robed monk's clothes fluttering, and a dusty temperament, giving people a natural good impression of being out of the dust. It is like an immortal Buddha, and it is really like a monk outside the world.

Liu Yidao was surprised and moved in his heart. This monk is too young, even younger than Liu Chen, giving him an ethereal charm and momentum, and at the same time as a majestic mountain, it is really terrifying. Liu Yidao didn't dare to despise this person, because he was already stepping towards him, and he felt even more that his cultivation was unfathomable.

After the middle-aged man and the person glanced at each other, they tacitly withdrew their burning gaze, and even retreated violently to restrain the offensive, giving Liu a chance to breathe, because they knew better than anyone else the horror of the little monk in front of them, and they couldn't guess its depth.

When they came to the side of the little monk, several people gathered their anger, put their swords back into their sheaths, and closed their palms at the back end, bent down and saluted: "Little master!"

"There is no Amitabha Buddha in the south!" the little monk only said one sentence, ignoring a few people.

The middle-aged man seemed to have long been accustomed to it, and respectfully stepped aside, and in their opinion, this sentence "Amitabha" was the best answer.

Liu stood with a knife horizontally, coldly watching the little monk approach, and then stopped three meters away, he didn't believe that this little monk was a general.

"Lord Liu!" the little monk still clasped his hands together, lowered his eyes, and couldn't see his mood swings.

Liu Yidao frowned at him, and then returned the salute: "Little master!"

The little monk was always calm as usual, and said: "Little monk Hui'an, please put down the butcher's knife and turn back!"

Liu Yidao's eyes were deep and faint, he squinted at him slightly, clenched the lancet in his hand even more, and wondered: "What do you mean by this?"

Hui'an said: "The cause of the world's disasters is the Xiao Wall, the source of the Xiao Wall is the dust, and the dust is the willow when it enters the world." ”

Liu Yidao sneered: "Little Master Hui'an, you are playing dumb riddles to tell me, is the source of the disaster dust?"

Hui An took a step, and Liu Yidao was not to be outdone and stepped forward, the two walked to each other silently, when the two bodies were staggered, they stopped at the same time to face each other, and Hui An said softly: "Monks don't speak." ”

"I know!"

Liu Yidao turned to look at him, but Hui An still lowered his eyes and ignored him.

Hui An shook his head and said, "Donor, this is inevitable, please don't stop it." ”

"It's inevitable!" Liu Yidao sneered again and again, sarcastically: "It's ridiculous! You are from Buddhism, he is also from Buddhism, and his own family beats his own family, don't you think you are in love?"

Hui An shook his head and said regretfully: "No, he just entered the empty door to avoid trouble, and now there is no way to avoid it, so he has to deal with it as soon as possible, in case the storm rises again, and the world is unexpected!"

Liu Yidao raised his eyebrows, from the monk's words, he knew that this person would definitely not retreat, and he was a little helpless in his heart, and said: "Since you think what the dignified Buddhist monk did before his death was 'wrong', why do you have to say more?"

He stepped aside, the lancet emitting a chilling chill looming, ready for a big battle.

Hui An shook his head and smiled, and sighed: "How can the little monk He De dare to talk about the ancestor of the Compassion Master, but the saint has also been, and he is a half-saint!"

"What an arrogant tone!" Liu Yidao shouted.