The red blade of the tearful sword pierced the monk's chest, glowing with a faint light. Flash-Eight-Eight-Read-Book, o

The Venerable Master of Immortal Peak looked completely indifferent, allowing the tears to stay in his body, and his palm was still holding on the 100,000 Soul Knife.

"It's really fast, did you notice something?"

"Such a big black dragon over the mountain, the dragon's head points directly to the fairy township, and there are ghosts if you can't see it."

Han Baiyi's words were sarcastic.

He drove the white thunder all the way from the Ghost Buddha Point of the Source Palace to the Immortal Township, both his physical strength and muscle endurance had reached the limit, and the silent stabbing of this knife was already considered an extraordinary performance, and it also took a little time to relieve at this time.

Words can do just that.

First, though

Boom

The red tears of worship drew an afterimage in mid-air at a speed that was difficult to see with the naked eye, pulled out from the chest of the Venerable Immortal Peak, and then turned upward, slashing at the right shoulder of the Venerable Immortal Peak, and the entire arm was broken in response, but it was still firmly held on the hilt of the Hundred Thousand Soul Knife.

The Venerable Immortal Peak immediately withdrew and flew back, his body jumping and falling into the clouds, and the wound on his right shoulder did not have the slightest trace of blood.

It's as if the whole body is dry.

Han Baiyi cautiously faced the Venerable Immortal Peak, stepped on the gentle slope of the black dragon's forehead and eyelids, and retreated to the side of the fake royal son.

Feel the carotid artery of Kaede with your left hand.

There is no feeling.

Although he vaguely expected this result when he saw Kaede's life-draining white hair, after confirming it, his heart was still a little blocked, and it seemed that something was burning in his chest.

However, countless deaths and pains have long taught Han Baiyi the importance of calmness.

Because of the ability of the timeline, although it was certain that Feng was dead, Han Baiyi did not despair, and he still had many chances to save her. Flash Dance

In addition, the knife that he swung with all his might in the limit just now made Han Baiyi realize a little.

The so-called Immortal Peak Master in front of him didn't seem to be as strong as he expected.

Even if Han Baiyi pierced his heart first, the vitality and strength of the immortal peak master in front of him were much lower than Han Baiyi's expectations.

He didn't know that this was the weakest moment for the Venerable Immortal Peak in eight hundred years. 3 8 3 8 3 read 3 books, o

He had just been passed through his body by hundreds of thousands of souls at the same time, and he had been well cleared.

Until now, the ability of the Venerable Master of Immortal Peak to maintain the ability to fly back in front of Han Baiyi was already very amazing.

Therefore, he and Han Baiyi also need time.

"Good judgment." The Venerable Master of Xianfeng covered his right shoulder, but his face was completely expressionless, like an iron man, "However, I thought you would choose to cut off my undead worm because you want to know something?"

With just one sentence, the Venerable Master Xianfeng judged Han Baiyi's needs, and his old and spicy wisdom could be seen in the subtleties.

"A lot. I have a lot of questions. ”

Han Baiyi replied coldly with a knife.

"In the last conversation, I wanted to know everything you were hiding from me."

The Venerable Immortal Peak frowned, and gradually relaxed.

"You're not a wolf. Or rather, not even a ninja at all. ”

"The wolf kid I grew up watching, without orders, he wouldn't have such a strong desire for knowledge and discernment."

"Does it have anything to do with you?"

Han Baiyi said a word.

Now, identity is no longer so necessary, Han Baiyi doesn't need to rely on anything, just pure strength is enough for him to do a lot of things. 35xs

"Then what do you want to know about the cherry dragon, or the dragon yin" Although the Venerable Master Xianfeng used a questioning tone, the words came out of his mouth, like a great compassion mantra recited by thousands of people, peaceful and powerful.

"I want to know, why did you forge a black knife to open the door."

"What's the difference between these two immortal slashes?"

"What do you want to do with Kaede now?"

The Venerable Master of Immortal Peak frowned.

"I thought you were longing for immortality, and if so, I could still guide you, but it's a pity"

He lowered his eyelids.

That means there's no comment.

At the moment when the Venerable Master of Immortal Peak lowered his eyes, Han Baiyi's pupils shrank and turned white, and thunder and lightning were entwined all over his body.

Hearing only a stabbing sound, the air was faintly scorching, and Han Baiyi's figure suddenly disappeared in place.

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In just one step, Han Baiyi, who was wrapped in thunder light, appeared in front of the Venerable Master Xianfeng with a slightly blurred snowflake like a fragment of a fragment, and the tears of worship that vibrated at high speed moved forward from left to right.

There was a faint flickering arc of lightning on the blade.

The face of the Venerable Master of Xianfeng was calm, and the body of a middle-aged man who seemed to be dry and dry, at this time, it was an extremely flexible iron plate bridge that dodged a knife, and kicked Han Baiyi under his feet, which was blocked by Han Baiyi's knee, making a muffled bang.

The Venerable Master of Xianfeng was not in a hurry, he rolled over with the power of his legs intersecting, pushed on the ground with one hand and dodged Han Baiyi's backhand stab into the ground, and with the strength of one hand, he opened up the distance with a somersault in mid-air.

Rolling clouds rushed under the feet of the two men.

Although he was missing an arm, the balance of the Xianfeng Venerable was not hindered, he was flexible and flexible, and he looked close to middle age, but he was lighter than most children.

Han Baiyi was not discouraged by the other party's physical strengths, and pressed steadily step by step, and the tears of worship were flying in his hands.

Chop, cross-cutting, stabbing, up-teasing, flipping and turning.

The long red knife danced in his hand, fluttering like a red butterfly, leaving behind afterimages.

The Venerable Master of Xianfeng stepped on the hexagram step, seemingly stepping on the ground at will, but he could always take his body to dodge Han Baiyi's long knife again and again, and the remaining one-arm went straight out like a scorpion tail at the first opportunity, slamming on Han Baiyi's arm, and a Xianfeng fist reached its peak, and every move and style made Han Baiyi suffer.

Han Baiyi held the knife in both hands and slashed forward, Xianfeng pushed Han Baiyi's wrist with one arm and elbow, and stabbed into Han Baiyi's chest with his shoulder as a cone.

Under the double blessing of Lingmu and Bai Lei, Han Baiyi, who reacted several times faster than ordinary people, swept sideways, but ignored his feet, and was tripped by Xianfeng, and before he could grasp the center of gravity, Xianfeng turned into a knife with one hand and slashed at Han Baiyi's back.

But Han Baiyi is not a vegetarian, he was slashed with a knife in his back, and his tears rotated in his hands, turning from a forehand to a backhand, first stabbing at the ankle of the Venerable Master of Xianfeng, and then lying down with the strength of the knife and slashing it with a hob.

Poof.

The ankles of the people on the Immortal Peak were cut off.

Han Baiyi, with a blue nose and a swollen face, rolled out from under the feet of the Venerable Master of Xianfeng, got up again and raised his knife to face each other.

With a smile on his face.

No matter how high the so-called martial arts are, they are afraid of kitchen knives, that's it.

When the level of strength is close to a certain level, there is a gap between heaven and earth with a blade in hand and without a blade.

On the fist method of Xianfeng Temple, the Master of Xianfeng is not much higher than him.

In terms of fighting experience, Han Baiyi is obviously inferior to the seemingly young old man in front of him.

But in the face of such a monster, he can cut off his hands and feet with tears in his hands.

That's where weapons come in.

It's just that what makes him feel strange is that although both of them have just been paralyzing each other with conversation, they have completed self-adjustment by the way.

But after a long period of adjustment, the Venerable Immortal Peak still seemed to remain at the same level as when he gave him a backstab.

Thinking that the Venerable Master of Xianfeng had just talked to him, in fact, Han Baiyi, who had seized the time to rest, couldn't help frowning a little after discovering this.

"Almost."

The Venerable Master of Immortal Peak whispered.

Han Baiyi's pupils shrank.

I saw him slowly stand up from the ground on one foot, and his severed right shoulder was raised in the direction of Kaede.

With a buzz, I saw that the soul knife that had originally penetrated Feng's body and deeply pierced the heart of the black dragon's eyebrows was connected to the broken arm of the Venerable Master of Immortal Peak under the pull of that broken arm, and it was so fast that it was too late to stop it.

As soon as the left foot was lifted, the broken foot was reattached.

There was still no expression on his face.

The withered and emaciated body seems to be an inferior doll that can be put together at will.

The Venerable Immortal Peak had a knife in his hand.

The 100,000 Soul Knife, which was almost as empty as a ball of light, was imprinted with three or four parallel to each other at this time, but at right angles and twists and turns, and the whole body was red, like blood-like lines.

The blade is glowing with a pale blue light throughout.

The overall outline is as clear as the substance.

The Venerable Master of Immortal Peak pointed a knife at him with an indifferent face.

"You can die."

The tone was as calm as if he were stating an indisputable fact.

The soul knife swings down.

Han Baiyi was stunned, and there was darkness in front of him. 11 Friends who read books, you can search for "blue", and you can find this site as soon as possible.