Ten steps later, Meng Tieyi had already arrived in front of Wan Tuhu.

Hold the knife in both hands, volley into the air, and cut the mountain!

It was noon, and the sun was dazzling, but at this time, Meng Tieyi's knife came out, and there was only this sword light in the sky and on the ground!

The light of the sword is confusing, and the black mang is intimidating to the enemy.

The sound of the red tasseled black knife breaking through the air seems to be tactful and low, and it seems to be a sad whimper......

It's like the old tune of the flute in the desert and the lonely smoke of the sunset, indescribably lonely and desolate!

This knife, named, desert lonely smoke.

Looking at this knife, for a while, Wan Tuhu was a little stunned.

How long has it been since I returned home...... Isn't it, it's time to go back......

What is Grandma doing now, is Daddy still drunk all day long, and is Grandpa still healthy?

Even those brothers in the clan who have been together since they were young and suddenly lost when they grew up, Wan Tuhu originally thought that he had forgotten about it, but at this time he suddenly remembered it......

According to the tradition of the 18 ethnic groups in the Northern Desert, after the age of 10, the men of the clan are eligible to participate in the annual holy blood sacrifice.

And when he was ten years old, he was locked up at home and warned not to go out.

Since then, the past brothers and partners, when they see each other again, look at themselves with a strange gaze.

After that, the Grand Duke of the clan ordered that the secret technique of the bloodline of the White Wolf Holy Clan would never be passed on to the Ten Thousand Slaughtering Tigers!

Since then, there has been no one by Wan Tuhu's side.

Depriving the family of the qualification of the inheritance technique is already the greatest punishment under the expulsion of the tribe among the tribes of the Northern Desert.

And the young Wan Tuhu never knew what he had done wrong, he still silently boiled his body every day, silently cultivated his fists and feet, and just came alone and left alone......

Then, at the age of twelve, Daddy took the initiative and sent himself to the Central Plains!

Then, after two years, Wan Tuhu came to Shushan......

The vigor and loneliness of this knife made him feel as if he had returned to the Northern Desert, and for a while, his mind was difficult to belong.

When the sword is coming, it does not dodge.

"Hu, be careful!" everyone couldn't help but exclaim.

Wan Tuhu woke up at the right time, a cold glint flashed in his eyes, he snorted, and the killing giant sword in his hand directly counterattacked!

The black sword and black sword intersected, only to hear a loud noise, the sound spread for ten miles, and the earth-shaking heaven and earth vitality were in chaos!

This sword came from the iron clothes of Bimeng, and it directly opened the killing sword of Wan Tu Hu, and fell straight on the top of Wan Tu Hu's head......

"Huh?" said Xiong Quartet in surprise.

This is the first time he has seen Wan Tuhu frustrated in a head-on battle!

Wan Tuhu frowned, and with the force under his feet, he took three steps back.

The red tasseled black knife fell to the ground, and a deep ravine was seen, extending to the feet of the Ten Thousand Slaughtering Tigers, like the wounds of the earth.

The smoke and dust dissipated, and the cyan armor covered with iron clothes reappeared, slowly raising the knife and standing.

At this time, inside and outside the Shili Pavilion, not even a single cheer was heard.

In the silence, everyone was terrified because of this knife!

Meng Tieyi looked at Wan Tuhu and didn't say a word, but his left hand was stretched out, and gently, slowly, beckoned twice......

In the face of such a provocation, Wan Tuhu's brows gradually expanded, his face returned to his previous indifference, holding his sword in both hands, and moving forward in silence.

Meng Tieyi walked with a sword, and at the same time stepped forward!

I only heard that the ten thousand slaughtering tigers stepped forward, if the tiger went down the mountain, if the fierce beast came out, a sword swept away!

This sword, thousands of mountains and birds, and the traces of people are extinct, it is the sword of a thousand mountains extinction!

Under the iron face of Meng Tieyi, his eyes lit up, and the long knife in his hand also swept over!

This knife, breaking the long river and cutting the sunset, is the sunset knife of the long river!

Clash again, sword by sword, no matter who wins or loses!

Wan Tuhu was silent, and stabbed again!

Meng Tieyi responded with a knife, and did not retreat!

The two are like two stubborn naughty boys, standing opposite each other, forgetting all their tricks, and are bound to completely defeat each other from the front.

"These two people are like. Ah Hu's sword is cold and domineering, this person's sword is lonely and arrogant, it is really a heaven-sent opponent!" Lin Hu couldn't help but mutter, "Really, envy!"

At this time, Lin Hu, the sword qi and sword intent in his body, couldn't help but be stimulated, rolled up, and looked at the two people in the battle, his eyes were scorching, bright as stars, as if he was drunk on weekdays......

Wan Tuhu and Meng Tieyi competed for dozens of moves, all of which were evenly matched!

Outside the body, flying sand and stones, the strong wind rolls wildly, the sword qi and knife momentum, you come and go, a turbulent flow!

Wan Tuhu's cold eyes became redder and redder, and in the end, they turned red!

Finally, he let out a loud roar!

This roar, I only feel happy, the excitement in the chest, the indignation in the chest, all have this roar, burst out!

With this whistling, there is also a sword!

This sword is out, the tiger roars the mountains, and the killing god comes!

Fighting dozens of swords with him, Meng Tieyi has already adapted to the sword intent of Ten Thousand Slaughter Tigers!

However, this sudden sword, in addition to the lonely cold, actually had a tragic heroism that he had never seen!

He tried to block it with a horizontal knife, but he couldn't resist it, and his body retreated!

I only heard a clang, and the helmet of Meng Tieyi was cut off by Wan Tuhu with a sword and rolled to the ground!

"Ahh

"Ahh

"Ahh

The exclamations rang out, and everyone gasped.

Even Lin Hu's eyes widened at this time, looking at the iron clothes, his eyes were full of disbelief!

Under that heavy helmet, it turned out to be a woman!

The woman's hair was stripped and danced in the wind, but it did not cover her elegant eyebrows and bright eyes!

At this moment, she was holding a long knife in her hand, her eyebrows were slightly furrowed, her thin lips were pursed, and she looked at Wan Tuhu.

"Actually, her real name is Meng Qingyi, the light clothes of Luo Fan," Su Handai's voice slowly entered the ears of Lin Hu and others, "It's just that she didn't like the name, so she changed it to 'Tieyi'." As a woman of the Meng family, she doesn't like red makeup, she doesn't like ink and Taoism, and she has been obsessed with knives since she was a child! Cardamom age, it is convenient for the Northern Desert to go into battle to kill the enemy, and after ten years, all the men of the Great Qin family are unconvinced, and they are actually the first heroes among the daughters of Great Qin!"

“...... It's amazing!" Lin Hu's face was not in a panic, and he praised everyone around him from the bottom of his heart.

Such a knife way, but I never thought it came from the hands of a daughter!

Lu Tiantian blinked, her eyes were full of admiration, she had been in the Mofu for a long time, and then went to Tongchengguan, but she didn't know that there was this sister in Xianyang City, and she couldn't meet earlier.

......

Meng Qingyi held the knife in both hands, looked at Wan Tuhu, and said coldly: "I haven't lost yet." ”

The voice was a little hoarse, but full of a woman's magnetic charm.

Inside and outside the entire Shili Pavilion, if there is one person whose face does not change and his expression does not change at this time, it is Wan Tu Hu.

He nodded slightly, looking at the light clothes, his eyes were still full of fighting spirit, and he did not weaken a little because he was a woman: "I still have three moves, can you take them?"

Meng Qingyi was stunned, and seemed to be a little surprised by the difference between Wan Tuhu, and said in a deep voice: "That was the first move just now, what is it called?"

"My elder brother's father taught me once," Wan Tuhu's eyes were shining, as if he was in a good mood, and he talked a lot more than usual, "I have recently come up with four tricks from it, and the one just now, called, Kill with Indignation—"

"There are also feudal kills, uneven killings, and stop killing! No one has been worthy of my move!

"You're very strong, do you want to give it a try?"