Yue stood tall in armor, his body was like Mount Tai, and his eyes were shining.

The gestures are magnificent.

Zhang Ruoyu didn't look back, raised his hand, accompanied by a creaking sound, in the quiet backyard of the fifth master, it was particularly harsh.

He pushed open the courtyard door and turned slowly.

"I pushed it away."

Zhang Ruoyu's thin lips were slightly open, and his slender but not thin body was full of energy, like substance.

"You can kill me."

Yue Jiaxuan's eyes sank, his whole body was full of momentum, and he said loudly: "Even if you are Zhang Xiangbei, this backyard is not a place where you can go wild!" ”

Bang!

Zhang Ruoyu didn't look back, turned around and kicked the creaking courtyard gate on the spot, shattering it.

"Tonight, in this wilderness, I will scatter to the north!"

Yue Jiaxuan's face sank, and the coldness in his eyes was pressing: "No matter what grievances, no one can leave alive after spreading wild in the backyard." ”

"I'm sorry General Zhang, but my duty lies."

Known as the first master of the Great Inner Sect, the ancestor of the famous sword sect Ancestor Yue Armor slowly took a step forward, and a simple and sharp knife fell into his hand.

The killing intent was high, and the martial arts heritage that had been polished for half a century suddenly invaded Zhang Ruoyu, and the momentum was like a bamboo.

In his eyes, there was a touch of communiqué and personal vendetta.

The famous knife gate that he had spent his whole life to build was defeated alive by the young man in front of him.

At the beginning, he refused to make a move, because it was inconvenient and he didn't dare.

But tonight, he had a good reason to go with it.

For Xiao Shiyi, for this backyard, for this forbidden land.

Of course, also for his famous sword, for his son.

With him, the famous knife gate can't die!

Under the cold night, the sword light devours the soul, and it is coming in the blink of an eye.

Airplanes!

The blade broke through the air, like a death scythe, sweeping through the galloping killing machine, and slashed at Zhang Ruoyu in response.

Zhang Ruoyu drew his sword.

It was the Beimang knife that was drawn, and it was also the bayonet trained by the Beimang devil.

Sonor!

Firelight splatters.

There was only one confrontation, Zhang Ruoyu's body was keen, and he suddenly ejected, approaching Yue Armor with a knife, and his hand fell with a knife, slashing at the ancestor of the famous knife sect.

What a fast knife!

A crisp, crunchy knife!

Looking at Zhang Ruoyu, who smelled of scout assassination, roared over, Yue Jiaxuan was in a trance for a moment.

What he used was the martial arts sword that he had accumulated for decades.

However, what Zhang Ruoyu used was clearly a means of fighting bayonets, and it was the knife technique of Beimang who casually took out a Beimang army.

Yue Jiaxuan is like a martial arts master, majestic and powerful, while Zhang Ruoyu is like a bloodthirsty and ruthless assassination force on the battlefield.

Don't pay attention to beautiful moves, only pursue fast, accurate and ruthless, one blow is fatal, and the army will take the enemy's head from it.

Sou!

The blade broke through the air, causing Yue Armor to stop the knife in a hurry.

The blades collided, Yue Jiaxuan's arm trembled violently, and the tiger's mouth was torn in an instant, and blood flowed.

Wow.

He took two steps back, Zhang Ruoyu was so unforgiving, in his eyes, it seemed that there was only his head.

This time he was forced to retreat, and Yue Jiaxuan was enraged.

He was crowned the No. 1 master in Ouchi, but he was forced to retreat by Zhang Ruoyu, and he used the most traditional Beimang knife.

This made him angry and angry, and his heart burned.

A powerful coercion erupted from his body again, and in his vast eyes like the sea, he was domineering.

"Are you going to rely on the Beimang Sword to defeat me?"

Airplanes!

Yue Jia's blade trembled, and he actually changed his left-handed knife in front of Zhang Ruoyu.

There was no attack, just very casually, holding a knife in his left hand.

Gave up the famous knife door at the bottom of the box.

The tiger's mouth in his right hand was already blurred with flesh and blood, and for Yue Jiaxuan, he could not perfectly perform his ten years of retreat.

"Are you ready?"

Zhang Ruoyu stood coldly in place, squinting and asking.

These words angered Yue Jiaxuan even more.

What do you mean I'm ready?

Listen to what you Zhang Xiangbei meant, you are standing in place, not resting, but waiting for me?

"Have you rested enough?" Yue Jiaxuan drew his knife in his left hand, and his whole body was extremely agitated.

Zhang Ruoyu frowned, and glanced at Yue Jiaxuan lightly: "Old horseman." ”

Shout!

Jumping under his feet, the soles of his shoes rubbed against the smooth floor, making a piercing and screeching sound.

Zhang Ruoyu was like an afterimage, drawing a knife.

Zhang Ruoyu's knife, there was not a single superfluous movement up and down his body, even the force of muscles, the pause of breathing, and the coordination of limbs were almost perfect.

It seems to be one with the air and the night.

At a certain moment, Yue Jiaxuan was even in a trance.

Zhang Ruoyu, who was obviously coming quickly, seemed to have disappeared out of thin air.

It was as if he was facing only a knife, a knife suspended in the air.

Zhang Ruoyu's methods are not like a qualified soldier at all, but more like a killer who wanders in the dark.

Killed with a knife, and saw blood seal the throat.

It's too low-level.

Yue Jia's breath sank, and his left hand suddenly exerted force without warning!

The blade flickered, and a white light flashed.

Yue Jia took a step abruptly, and the knife in his left hand seemed to be wrapped in a demon, and it came violently.

With a sonorous sound, the two collided with blades, and the flames were shining.

Even the sharp knife edge was mutilated.

Sou!

Yue Armor drew his sword again.

A knife in a knife!

"Huh?"

Zhang Ruoyu frowned slightly.

A majestic killing machine is surging.

He seemed to be startled by Yue Jiaxuan's knife.

He didn't seem to expect that Yue Armor had hidden a knife in his knife.

Yue armor won the battle, and slashed it with a knife.

This unexpected knife shook Zhang Ruoyu back a few steps on the spot.

The hand holding the knife was also slightly spasmodic.

Sou!

Yue armor drew his sword again.

Among the hidden knives, there is also a hidden one.

Hand up, knife fall, draw knife and slash, all in one go.

Every detail is done to the extreme.

Every Tibetan knife is like the first knife.

Again and again, again and again, again and again.

These three knives are unstoppable!

These three knives are the nirvana of the ancestor of the famous knife sect.

It is the crystallization of his half-century martial arts painstaking efforts.

It's upright, martial arts!

He saw the stunned and even confused on Zhang Xiangbei's face.

He was proud and high-spirited.

Those who are soldiers are soldiers after all.

In other areas, it may be fierce.

But in the face of absolute martial arts power, it is not vulnerable at all!

"You stinky martial arts practitioners, proud bullshit martial arts, that's all?"

Zhang Ruoyu frowned, seeing that the knife was ready to slash, but the knife in his hand did not move at all, as if he could no longer lift the Beimang knife in his hand.

"Isn't this just a ruffian hooligan beating a stick?"

"Isn't this just a rogue sneak attack?"

"Are you saying that soldiers don't get tired of cheating?"

Zhang Ruoyu took the initiative to draw a knife to kill, and Yue Jiaxuan, who was unable to open his mouth, gave the steps.

Then, with a crush of the toe of the left foot, the right foot suddenly exerts force.

Bang!

A whip leg was whipped on the crotch of Yue Armor's pants that rose in the air.

Poof.

Yue Jiaxuan fell to the ground, covering his crotch in disregard of dignity, curled up in a ball, his face was the color of a sauce pig, his face was full of bruises, and his eyes were instantly full of blood.

"It's all this age, and if it's broken, it's broken."

Zhang Ruoyu coldly looked at Yue Armor, who was rolling on the ground, and killed people.