The bright moon hung obliquely in the night sky, the evening breeze was slowly blowing, and the night was as cool as water, but everyone present had a feeling of chilling all over their bodies.

He Shangshu, Mustache and the others were originally shrunk in a corner of the room, their faces were gray, and they looked trembling, and they could no longer use martial arts.

Before they left the island, they all thought that once they entered the Central Plains, except for a few people, it was difficult to meet opponents, and as a result, they suffered an unprecedented defeat shortly after arriving in Yangcheng.

Just now they reluctantly accepted this sense of disparity, but they saw a top master whose martial arts far surpassed their own.

The gray-robed man floated up from the ground like a ghost, and swept towards Jin Jiuling on the ground without touching the ground, without even bringing the slightest sound of wind.

Of course, this is not as shocking as the swords and swords that shatter the masonry, but in fact it is much more shocking.

After experiencing Wu Ming's martial arts teachings, He Shangshu and the others all have great insight and vision, so they also understand the requirements behind the other party's ability to do such a gentle and even weird body style.

There is no doubt that the qi veins and blood of the gray-robed man's whole body have penetrated, and although he is also flesh and blood, he is different from others.

There is no dregs in his body, he is immune to all diseases, and he can easily live to the life of two nails.

This is a skill that can only be achieved when the skill reaches the pinnacle of the world.

Although Gong Jiu's light skill is also extremely high, and he has been fully cultivated by Wu Ming, his skill is still a little worse, and he can't reach such a level.

If the gray-robed man approached them in the same way, he might not be noticed until his palm touched his body. This means that if the other party really wants to take their lives, they may only need one trick.

But he swept away so silently, but he swept away.

The floor under Zhao Qing's feet sank slightly, and several strands of staggered power from the ground reached Zhang Yu Wai Jin Jiuling's body, shaking it up diagonally, just avoiding the gray robe's extremely accurate grab, and the whole person hung on the sandalwood wardrobe in the room outside the three zhang.

The profundity and ingenuity of this hand transmission, if you explore it carefully, it is completely out of the outstanding body of the old knife handle.

"Old knife handle?" She looked at the basket-like bamboo hat that covered her face in the gray robe, and asked coldly.

"You know me?" The old knife handle also spoke, and his voice was as cold as a ghost.

"The old knife handle of Ghost Villa, I've naturally heard of it." Zhao Qing looked at the other party's outfit and spoke.

The old knife handle is the vest secretly of the Mudao people, the gray robe and bamboo hat, coupled with the opponent's extremely high martial arts, the identity is already obvious.

Considering the other party's attack on Jin Jiuling just now, it should be that he is eyeing the treasure he accumulated when he was an embroidery thief.

Running a huge ghost mountain villa, the wealth consumed every year is naturally huge, and you need to find hidden income.

However, where did he get that Jin Jiuling is an embroidery thief?

"How much are you going to take away? Is half okay? The old knife knob pointed to Jin Jiuling on the top of the wardrobe. His meaning is obvious.

It seems that after trying a move, he has found that the other party's strength may not be weaker than his own, so he wants to negotiate an equal share?

Zhao Qing took out a small red satin purse from his sleeve, took out a few embroidery needles from it, forced the internal force to bend, and with a slight flick, he flew to the edge of Jin Jiuling's body, nailed and locked him on the wardrobe while he was still struggling, and no longer moved.

She looked at the old knife handle and said, "Why did I give it to you, is it based on the light skills you just revealed?" ”

Her meaning is also obvious, as we all know, clever light skills are not completely equated with strength.

Chu Liuxiang, who was the first in the world in the past, was far inferior to Shi Guanyin and Jellyfish Yin Ji in martial arts.

But what the old knife handle has just revealed is not only light skills, but also his superb internal skills that can be said to cover the martial arts.

Could it be that Zhao Qing's knowledge is not as good as He Shangshu and others, and he didn't recognize the content behind this?

The old knife handle had already walked slowly towards Jin Jiuling, and when he heard this, Huo Ran turned his head and stared at her, his eyes were as sharp as a blade in the bamboo hat:

"The First World War is decided. If I win, I don't want this Jin Jiuling, I just hope you promise to help me do one thing unconditionally, how about it? ”

The name "Old Knife Handle" was originally the title of the boss in the underworld. Mu Daoren made a statement to let Jin Jiuling go, and agreed to invite the other party after the competition, which naturally showed a heroic bearing.

He Shangshu and the others who were watching from the sidelines had changed slightly when they heard the title of "old knife handle", and their expressions were even more surprised at this time.

Obviously, they had heard of the name of the old knife handle before, and they knew something about it.

Suddenly, they had an illusion that they saw a gloomy owl and a proud man on the body of the old knife handle.

"Yes." Zhao Qing nodded, she had already wanted to compete with the Mudao people. Only then did she realize the profound skills shown by the other party, which aroused her interest even more.

The internal strength realm of the Mudao people should have been a grade higher than Dugu Yihe, Ye Gucheng and others, and reached a new level.

Even if his supporting moves are just average, just relying on this body's internal strength can bring her great inspiration.

……

The room in the ship's palace nine was very spacious, almost comparable to a smaller courtyard on the ground, enough to accommodate hundreds of people crammed into it.

This is also his basic treatment as the prince of the Taiping King and the "second person" of the Invisible Man Organization.

But He Shangshu, Mustache and the others felt that this cabin was too crowded and too small to accommodate the next confrontation between the two peerless masters in front of them.

The momentum unleashed by both sides alone almost overwhelmed them.

Although this is obviously also a reason for the temporary loss of martial arts, it is also quite an amazing situation that just standing there can cause such pressure on them who are a few feet away and are strong after practicing martial arts.

The only weapon on the field was Shaman. She stood in the corner of the room with her hand on the hilt of her sword, her eyes a little worried.

Few could have guessed, however, that she was worried about whether the ship would sink in the middle of the battle, rather than about which side would win and which side would lose.

The two swordsmanship techniques that Zhao Qing had used earlier brought her great shock and confidence.

And Gong Jiu's room is already the lowest level of the ship, and once the floor is shattered like the cabin above, the bottom of the ship will continue to flood.

……

Although the old knife handle is called "old knife handle", he did not bring a knife or a sword, but came empty-handed, showing strong self-confidence.

However, in reality, although he did not carry a sharp blade, no one dared to despise him.

He stood there very lightly, his hands slowly drawing two semicircles, like a sea full of undercurrents, moving with stillness, still with movement, teaching people to be completely unpredictable in its movements.

Zhao Qing stood opposite, his expression was also relaxed, as if there was no such strong enemy in front of him.

Suddenly, her fingers came together, and she quickly poked out, heading towards the old knife handle. With just one click, she lit out two sword lights that tore through the air.

The old knife handle smiled coldly, turned over the palm, the Xuanniao scratched the sand, the flat sand fell geese, the northern geese flew south, one move and three styles, and the sword light was copied steadily in his hand, and then he took advantage of the momentum to rush forward, and the palm was linked, which was the palm of Wudang.

This kind of light and dense Wudang palm technique was used in his hands, not only was it extremely powerful, but the changes were also amazingly fast.