Zhang Ruoyu held the Beimang knife in his hand, and his body leaned forward slightly.

For a moment, Yue Qinghua felt palpitations and felt an unprecedented sense of oppression.

Han Lao Mo, who was standing in the distance, his pupils suddenly contracted, unbelievable.

"What's wrong?" Zhao Changying frowned.

Although she doesn't understand martial arts, she even thinks that martial arts are brave and ruthless, and they are done by ruffians and hooligans.

But Han Laomo's strange performance surprised Zhao Changying.

"He was like a man." Old Demon Han said meaningfully.

"Like whom?" Zhao Changying asked.

"Like his father." Old Devil Han took a deep breath of cold air.

"Nonsense." Zhao Changying pouted. "It's not like his father, is it like you?"

"I don't like the pretty ones of horses." Han Lao Mo has a strong desire to survive. "You're a fake murderer, she's the real murderer."

Zhao Changying ignored Han Laomo's pun and looked at his son-in-law Zhang Ruoyu.

Even if she has no power to restrain the chicken, she is afraid of splashing blood even if she kills a chicken.

But at this moment, Zhang Ruoyu was filled with a suffocating smell of blood.

The whole body, as if surrounded by thousands of powerful ghosts, is full of anger.

Wow.

Zhang Ruoyu pointed to the ground on tiptoe and stepped forward in two steps.

Blade up, buzz!

slashed at Yue Qinghua without any fancy.

Facing Zhang Ruoyu's knife, Yue Qinghua tensed.

A powerful aura lingers all over the body, the blade is clenched, and it is ready to go.

Yue Qinghua slashed out the sixth knife, and this Zhang Xiangbei was arrogant and said that he had just warmed up.

This is an insult to Yue Qinghua.

At this moment, the dispute between the two has nothing to do with the background of power, nor does it mix any new and old hatreds.

Purely, it is a battle between two strong men.

Yue Qinghua's fighting spirit was high, his blood was rolling, and his desire to win and lose climbed to the top in an instant.

Yue Qinghua drew his sword.

As Zhang approached northward, he slashed the eighth sword.

He could feel that after Zhang Ruoyu changed into the Beimang Knife, the momentum of the whole person had undergone earth-shaking changes.

It's hard to cope without trying your best.

Airplanes!

Yue Qinghua stepped out with his right foot, and with a shocking slash, he slashed out.

Like a flood erupting, like a mountain peak collapsing, this knife destroys the world and destroys the earth!

Shout!

Zhang Ruoyu's blade is there.

A hard slash.

Sonor!

Blades collide and sparks shoot out.

Half of Yue Qinghua's body was paralyzed, and the blade almost came out of his hand, resisting the tiger's mouth of the hilt, tearing open the bloody wound, and the flesh and blood were blurred.

Yue Qinghua's eyes showed a cold light, and the blade suddenly soared into the air, falling into his left hand with a snap, breaking through the air and slashing at Zhang Ruoyu.

"Left-handed knife."

Old Devil Han squinted slightly, his face full of worry.

Even He Tongxun, who was standing not far away, looked at Yue Qinghua with a calm gaze: "In one go, it is like a left-handed knife that flows smoothly." ”

"Famous knife door, the last knife."

"It is worthy of being passed down by my father."

"Senior brother's knife, the ghosts and gods are unpredictable, and it has reached its peak." He Tongxun is ashamed of himself, he is worthy of being a peerless powerhouse of the famous sword sect, and he is worthy of being a former genius boy and a martial arts wizard.

The so-called road to simplicity is nothing more than that.

Cumbersome moves, bells and whistles ingenuity, after all, no match for one force to ten meetings.

A sword practitioner, when the left hand is no different from the right hand, is truly invincible.

It's like playing football, it's like writing, it's like that.

It seems to be the icing on the cake, but in fact it is unparalleled talent.

Buzz!

Yue Qinghua's left-handed knife erupted with an earth-shattering sound.

The dazzling cold light is complemented by the dim light.

The blade was like an afterimage, and it slashed down.

The tenth sword of the famous sword gate not only tests the terrifying martial arts heritage, but also endows it with peerless talent.

Even if it is a famous knife powerhouse present, the vast majority of people can only use this knife.

Yes, and being a god, are two different things.

All the powerhouses of the Famous Sword Sect trembled in their hearts when they saw Zhang Xiangbei being forced into a dead corner by this sudden left-handed knife.

They couldn't imagine how Zhang Xiangbei would deal with this knife.

Even if they have to deal with the knife of the senior brother.

Minor injuries can be severe, and severe casualties can be killed on the spot.

This knife is too fast, too lethal, too strong.

Caught off guard.

It's so strong that it withers and decays.

This knife, how can it be tempered millions of times? Ten million times?

Yue Qinghua's knife, in his life, is only one person who has witnessed it with his own eyes.

Zhang Xiangbei is the second.

"What a quick knife."

Zhang Ruoyu raised his eyebrows, and he had a lot of respect for this famous sword brother in his heart.

Although he doesn't know martial arts, this Yue Qinghua is indeed as Han Laomo and others said, his ability to fight and brawl is first-class.

Even if he is placed in Beimang's high-level infighting, he can squeeze into the top three.

First, it is still the young marshal of Beimang, Zhang Xiangbei.

Sou!

Zhang Ruoyu did not change his left hand.

Because his right hand can still hold the blade.

Where the blade goes.

In Zhang Ruoyu's eyes, a cold light passed.

He raised his hand, turned the knife, and twisted his waist slightly.

In an instant, the power of swallowing mountains and rivers erupted all over his body.

Behind him, it was as if there were thousands of evil spirits wailing bitterly.

The blade shook, and the smell of blood, which was so thick that it could not be dissolved, came to the nose.

Yue Qinghua's knife has been tempered thousands of times, splitting mountains and seas.

But Zhang Xiangbei's knife was fed by thousands of dead souls.

It is the Northern Mang Knife that suppresses the monstrous evil spirits.

It is the royal knife of the legendary Zhang Xiangbei, who has been cut all over the world and dyed red again and again.

How many times has Yue Qinghua's knife been stained with blood? How many people have you beheaded?

With this knife, do you know what it feels like to cut into human flesh, meridians, and bone seams, and what it feels like?

But Zhang Xiangbei's knife suppressed thousands of dead souls and ghosts, pulled them out of the mountain of corpses, and fished them out of the sea of blood.

Countless giants who shocked the world were beheaded by this knife.

Countless overlords who are still alive are also afraid of Zhang Xiangbei's death sickle, and they dare not take half a step in Huaxia.

Because in Huaxia, in Beimang, there are 300,000 Beimang knives, sharpened and sharpened, glowing with bloodthirsty cold light.

Zhang Xiangbei raised his knife and fell.

The posture is like that of an executioner on the guillotine at the entrance of the vegetable market, wanting to be beheaded to show the public.