Wang Chan glanced at the black silkworm robe in his hand and put it on his body, completely ignoring the blood stains on the clothes. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

At this moment, an old and dry voice suddenly came from a distance: "Little bald donkey, where did the bloody knife in your hand come from?"

The sound seemed to be far away a moment ago, but this moment it was near.

I saw a yellow figure flash in front of him, and Wang Chan raised his eyes to see that it was a monk in a yellow robe. The monk was extremely old, with pointed heads and shaved ears, his face was wrinkled, and the texture and color of the monk's robe on his body were exactly the same as those worn by the treasure elephant. Wang Chan still can't guess the identity of the other party, the fourth-generation head of the Blood Knife Sect in the Western Regions, the Blood Knife Ancestor who is now known as the first evil sect master in the martial arts!

I really didn't expect that the "Falling Flowers and Flowing Water" didn't wait, but the Blood Knife Ancestor came to the door. But this is also good, compared to "falling flowers and flowing water", the blood knife ancestor is more suitable for Wang Chan to practice knives. As early as two days ago, Wang Chan had already broken through the last layer of the Blood Knife Sutra, opened up the Ren vein, and successfully entered the second grade realm of the day after tomorrow, and now he needed a whetstone, and the Blood Knife Ancestor was undoubtedly the best choice.

"From a fat monk. Wang Chan raised the bloody knife in his hand and said with a chuckle.

"Where is that fat monk now?" said the Blood Knife Ancestor with a gloomy face.

"It should still be on Huangquan Road, but I don't know if I have walked to the Nai He Bridge, in short, I won't go to the west sky......"

Before the words fell, Wang Chan suddenly raised his knife and blocked forward.

Hearing only the soft sound of the "bell", the two blood knives collided together, and the ancestor of the blood knife suddenly stabbed at Wang Chan, if Wang Chan only hesitated for a moment, he was afraid that he would already be in a different place at this time.

"You killed the treasure elephant?" The Blood Knife Ancestor looked at Wang Chan, his eyes narrowed slightly, and the murderous intent was everywhere.

Among the disciples of the Blood Sword Ancestor, although Bao Xiang was not the one with the highest talent, it was undoubtedly the one that suited his heart the most. This can also be seen from the attitude of the Blood Knife Ancestor towards Di Yun in the original book.

"Wait a minute, if you go faster, you might be able to catch up. Wang Chan looked directly at the Blood Knife Ancestor, not afraid, and the corners of his mouth rose slightly.

"I don't know if I'm alive or dead!"

The Blood Knife Ancestor snorted coldly, and slashed down again.

But listening to the tinkling, the sound of gold and iron intersecting was as dense as a bead, and in just an instant, there were more than 30 collisions.

The Blood Knife Ancestor attacked thirty-six knives in a row, one knife was as fast as a knife, and he actually blocked all of them for Wang Chan. And Wang Chan also uses the blood knife technique!

Shui Sheng, who was standing on the side, was only dizzy, and couldn't help but wonder if his father could stop this rainstorm-like attack if he was his father. At the same time, she was also confused in her heart, and it was only then that she knew that she had misunderstood Wang Chan, it turned out that Wang Chan was not only not a lewd monk of the Blood Knife Gate, but instead slashed the notorious treasure elephant, and now he was fighting with the Blood Knife Ancestor, the first master of the evil sect. I couldn't help but feel a little guilty in my heart, but when I thought of the lightness I had received on horseback that day, Shui Sheng was angry again, and he looked like he was going to dismantle Wang Chan into eight pieces.

However, among the three people present, the most surprising was the Blood Knife Ancestor. He never thought that the sixteen or seventeen-year-old little monk in front of him would also use the Blood Knife Technique, and he was so proficient in using it, he was not below him at all. Although the Blood Knife Ancestor knew that since the treasure elephant had been killed, then eighty percent of the Blood Knife Sutra had already fallen into the hands of Wang Chan. But he couldn't be clearer about the Blood Knife Sutra, no matter how talented he is, it will take a year or two to achieve success. And he saw the treasure elephant half a year ago!

"I don't believe it, I'll see how fast you can go. "The Blood Knife Ancestor became competitive, blindly speeding up the attack, completely ignoring the defense.

And this is exactly what Wang Chan wants, Wang Chan's battle is to verify what he has learned, and he can't help but get more and more excited the more he fights. There were more and more knife wounds on his body, Wang Chan ignored it completely, but felt comfortable all over, and couldn't help but let out a long howl.

The blood knife technique is completely different from the number of martial arts in the Central Plains, the knife is weird, and it is important to make the knife at the angle that is most impossible to make a knife, but it is extremely lethal. The moves on the Blood Knife Sutra are always dead, and some experience must be gained from actual combat. After this battle with the Blood Knife Ancestor, Wang Chan constantly observed the other party feeding back to himself, and had a deeper understanding of the Blood Knife Knife Technique. And the Blood Knife Ancestor became more and more frightened, he could clearly feel the changes in Wang Chan, as if every knife was getting stronger, but there was nothing he could do, because now he was already difficult to ride a tiger.

The Blood Knife Ancestor could only hope that Wang Chan's internal strength was exhausted and that he would fall before him.

It stands to reason that Wang Chan's age is not as long as the Blood Knife Ancestor's martial arts practice, and his internal strength cannot be his opponent, but Wang Chan is an outlier, and at the same time, he is not to mention the three great wonders of the Nine Yin True Sutra, the Divine Zhao Sutra, and the Blood Knife Sutra, and more importantly, on the Xiaolian Peak, Zhizhen gave him that Daigo empowerment.

Now Wang Chan's internal strength is strong, and in the entire world of Liancheng Jue, except for the Ding Dian of the Divine Scripture in the future, I am afraid that there will be no opponent. The Blood Knife Ancestor can't either!

If it goes on like this, it won't take fifty moves, and the Blood Knife Ancestor will definitely die under Wang Chan's knife.

Wang Chan knew this, and the Blood Knife Ancestor also knew.

Blood knife knife technique, sharp and weird, good at fighting, good at killing with fewer enemies, and strong with weak!

It is precisely because of this that in the original book, the Blood Knife Ancestor was able to defeat four with one, if he hadn't finally made peace with Di Yun, he would have completely annihilated the four "Falling Flowers and Flowing Water".

At this time, I saw a cold glint in the eyes of the Blood Knife Ancestor, and he had obviously made up his mind.

"Lao Tzu has lived long enough for half his life, and he can still pull a cushion before he dies, and he has earned it in this life. ”

The Blood Knife Ancestor laughed fiercely, and the Blood Knife in his hand conjured a blood shadow, wrapping his body and sweeping towards Wang Chan.

Blood Knife Ancestor's move is completely exchanging lives for lives!

He was gambling, and the gambling king Chan didn't dare to exchange his life with him!

"Since you have lived enough, the poor monk will give you a ride with great mercy. Wang Chan's face was hideous, as if he was crazy, his right hand clenched the bloody knife in his hand, rushed forward, and slashed out with a swing of the knife.

Poof!

The two bloody knives slashed at each other almost simultaneously, and blood burst out.

The Blood Knife Ancestor slashed at Wang Chan's chest, and Wang Chan cut the Blood Knife Ancestor's throat with a single sword. The Blood Knife Ancestor stretched out his hand to cover his throat, the blood was still flowing out regardless of it, he just stared at Wang Chan like this, as if he was waiting for something.

Wang Chan knew what the Blood Knife Ancestor was waiting for, but unfortunately, he would never be able to wait.

The Blood Knife Ancestor fell to the ground with regret.

"How dare he, how could he ......"

This was the last thought of the Blood Knife Ancestor.

He doesn't blink an eye!

Wang Chan stretched out his hand and tore the monk's robe on his chest, revealing the black undershirt that had been cut and soaked in blood, and gasped for breath.