The martial arts in this world are all killing skills honed in the perennial battles, there is no half point of skill, some are just ruthless and accurate.

This precision includes not only the accuracy of the shot part, but also the extreme precision of the timing of the shot.

At this moment, Xue Wantao's blow was just when Lin Xi had just landed, and his feet had not had time to exert his strength.

So Lin Xi only had time to make a knife.

The long knife in his hand rolled upside down like a black waterfall, slashing at Xue Wantao's hand that grabbed his face.

He was so focused on dealing with Xue Wantao's hand that he didn't even care about the emerald green short sword that cut into his lower abdomen for a while, because he knew very well that for his knife and Xue Wantao's hand, this emerald green short sword was still a matter of later.

The long knife and hand touched.

Jiang Xiaoyi's black long knife is also engraved with fine runes like flowers on the surface, and it is not an ordinary border army long knife, but a soul soldier.

Even if Lin Xi's cultivation at the moment has not yet reached the Great Soul Master, he can't penetrate the soul power into the soul soldier, and he can't bless the true power of the soul soldier, but it is enough to cut through the flesh and blood of the cultivators under the national warrior.

Xue Wantao's feeling to Lin Xi is certainly strong, but his sense of oppression is not as good as Uncle Liu, so he should not have reached the cultivation level of a national scholar.

However, when this extremely sharp soul soldier touched Xue Wantao's hand, no blood spilled out, and there was no concussive power that Lin Xi could take advantage of.

Lin Xi's face suddenly changed slightly.

Xue Wantao's five fingers pinched the blade with extreme precision, like iron tongs, clamping the long black knife in Lin Xi's hand to the death, dragging Lin Xi's people at this moment.

Xue Wantao's face was slightly sarcastic, and the tip of the short sword in his right hand had already cut through the clothes on Lin Xi's abdomen.

Lin Xi's left arm met the short sword.

There was a crisp sound, and instead of being severed by the equally sharp short sword, his arm burst out into a cloud of metallic sparks.

At the same time, Lin Xi's feet finally kicked violently on the ground, with the power of this kick, he drew the knife with all his strength, and the black long knife finally slipped out from between Xue Wantao's five fingers, his whole person staggered backwards, the clothes in the lower abdomen were torn, and a shallow wound on the skin flowed blood.

Xue Wantao didn't chase after him immediately, just looked at Lin Xi's cracked cuffs, looked at the rudimentary metal arm guards exposed inside, and sneered: "It's just the cultivation of a middle-level soul master, how can you say goodbye to me?"

Lin Xi glanced at the wound on his abdomen, glanced at Xue Wantao's gloomy face, and frowned deeply: "You don't want to arrest me... Rather, they wanted to kill me. ”

Xue Wantao looked at Lin Xi and nodded: "You guessed right, although there are many cultivators who are stronger than me tonight, but I am afraid that I am the only one who dares to kill you directly." ”

Lin Xi's brows furrowed even tighter, and he looked coldly at the young cultivator of the Criminal Division, and said, "Then why do you dare?"

"To put it simply, because I am a dead soldier and am ready to die at any time, I don't dare or dare to say anything. Xue Wantao looked at Lin Xi with disdain, and said: "And this time I am just chasing the fugitives, even if I kill him, although it will definitely cause some people's anger, it is very likely that I don't have to take this life for you." ”

Lin Xi said calmly: "Then whose dead man are you?"

Xue Wantao glanced at Lin Xi and said, "You don't have to know this. ”

"To be honest, I don't like to be cut down, and I don't like the profession of a dead soldier, in my opinion, no matter how fierce you are not afraid of death, no matter whether you are good or bad, you only know that killing or being killed according to the will of the master, there is no difference from a dog. Lin Xi looked at Xue Wantao and said seriously.

Xue Wantao smiled and said, "If you kill you, you won't have any likes and dislikes." ”

"Then I'll do my best to kill you. Lin Xi looked at Xue Wantao and said, "I will try my best to make you a real, dead taxi." ”

"My arm was numb from being shocked by me, you need to deliberately say so much nonsense to delay the time to recover, do you still want to kill me?" Xue Wantao looked at Lin Xi, seemed to see Lin Xi's heart, and after smiling coldly, he didn't say anything, without any tricks, he stepped out and stabbed towards Lin Xi with a simple sword.

Lin Xi's body squatted slightly.

Speed and strength were originally the most effective means for high-level cultivators to deal with low-level cultivators, but in the face of Xue Wantao's direct stab that only exerted his speed and strength to the extreme, he didn't dodge, just squatted, and then suddenly exerted force, but it was also a sword momentum, stabbing towards Xue Wantao with all his strength.

The long knife in his hand was much longer than Xue Wantao's short sword, so the cold blade was earlier than the short sword, approaching the other party's flesh and blood.

However, Xue Wantao still has a hand, a hand that is extremely precise and powerful.

His hand fell on the knife and pinched the blade again, and the long black knife in Lin Xi's hand was like cutting into a mountain, stuck to death.

The long sword in Xue Wantao's hand did not change any castration, and pierced into Lin Xi's body like lightning.

This sword originally pierced Lin Xi's heart, because Lin Xi's squatting body was slightly upward, piercing into Lin Xi's left chest, and piercing the shoulder blade behind Lin Xi's back, instantly revealing a small sword tip.

Blood spilled out of Lin Xi's body.

His face instantly turned extremely pale from pain, but his left hand was raised stiffly, and with the strength that had been accumulated for a long time, it struck the back of his long knife like a heavy hammer.

The emerald green sword body rubbed against the bones, making a tooth-souring sound, and more blood spilled out, but Xue Wantao's eyes that were originally full of mockery instantly shrank slightly, and the short sword in his hand seemed to pierce not flesh and blood, but a thick ball of leather, making him unable to turn the sword body for a while, opening a bigger wound on Lin Xi's body.

What shocked him even more was that Lin Xi at this moment could still burst out with such power as if he had not been stabbed.

"Boom!"

The five fingers he pinched Lin Xi's blade emitted a dazzling yellow light, and there was a powerful aura in his body, which shook open on the blade, blocking Lin Xi's power to drive the blade forward.

Lin Xi's right hand holding the knife and his left hand pressed against the back of the knife also had blood spilling out.

His face turned even paler, and his body trembled uncontrollably, but his hands did not leave the long black knife, but instead clenched tighter and pressed harder.

There was even a sound of flesh and blood cracking in his hands, but under his continued strength, the black blade pressed down an inch and cut into Xue Wantao's palm.

Blood flowed out of Xue Wantao's palm along the blade, and Xue Wantao's hand trembled slightly unconsciously and shrunk.

Lin Xi silently exerted his strength again.

He gritted his teeth, blood dripping from the corners of his lips, and his feet digging into the dirt underground.

The long black knife slid along Xue Wantao's palm, and the blade instantly stabbed into Xue Wantao's chest.

Xue Wantao looked at the tip of the knife that had sunk into his chest and the hot blood that came out, and his eyes welled up with an incredible look.

In a moment of froze, he let out a howl like that of a wounded beast.

This cry was very similar to Mu Shenyun's howl before he died, Mu Shenyun was unwilling to die in the hands of a cultivator whose cultivation was so different from himself, and he didn't believe that Lin Xi could actually hurt himself.

With a bang, the air in front of his entire right leg made a huge shock, and his knee smashed towards Lin Xi's lower body.

Lin Xi's left hand was released from the knife and hung down, his arm blocking his knee impact.

"Dang!"

Even though he was wearing an arm guard made by Zhang Ping and Jiang Xiaoyi on this arm, the powerful force instantly made his arm make a bone cracking sound, and his whole person was knocked upside down and flew out.

The body of the emerald green short sword flew out of his body as he flew upside down, bringing out a stream of vivid blood between the sword body and his body flying upside down.

Xue Wantao glanced at Lin Xi, who flew out upside down, and then lowered his head to look at his left hand.

Then he howled again, in real pain and fear.

The black long knife was still tightly held in Lin Xi's hand, but all the five fingers of his left hand had fallen to the ground, and only half of his palm remained, and the white bone stubble was oozing blood, which looked extremely terrifying.

At the moment when he flew out upside down, Lin Xi only did one thing, and used all his strength to turn the black long knife in his right hand.

The tip of his knife had withdrawn from Xue Wantao's chest, but Xue Wantao's left hand was still pinching the knife.

So Xue Wantao's five fingers, like five tiny radishes, fell from his hands.

......

Lin Xi fell to the ground.

Even though he was doing balance training every day, he couldn't control his balance at the moment, and he fell to the ground.

His left shoulder was a blur of flesh and blood, his left arm hung weakly, and blood was dripping from the palm of his right finger holding the hilt of the long knife, but he still used the knife to the ground, controlled the trembling all over, and quickly stood up.

Looking at Xue Wantao, who was also a rolled wound on his chest, holding the broken palm of his left hand, still in disbelief, some proud mockery appeared on his face.

"A low-level cultivator can also kill a high-level cultivator... I said, I'll do my best to kill you. ”

Lin Xi gasped, lifted the black long knife in his hand, and prepared to approach Xue Wantao, who was more seriously injured than himself.

This was the best time to kill this cultivator, and the other party was coming with the truest killing intent, so it was naturally impossible for him to leave any hands behind.

Xue Wantao suddenly laughed maniacally, and laughed like crazy: "Lin Xi... Even so, do you think you can kill me, do you think I'm the only one in the mountains?

Although he didn't expect Lin Xi to have such a strong and tenacious will, and the injury on his chest close to his heart was more serious than Lin Xi's, his cultivation and perception were much higher than Lin Xi's after all. In the midst of his sudden burst of crazy laughter, Lin Xi paused violently, and then, he heard some slight stamping on the ground.