Confucius never expected that Wang Suizhen would be able to discover the flaws in his sword technique so quickly, and he couldn't help but be even more angry, and roared: "You dog thief, I will kill you today!" ”

Wang Suizhen grimaced, turned around and ran back, and raised his voice as he ran: "You catch up with me first, and then we will talk about winning and losing!" Let's talk about it first, whoever loses is the grandson! ”

He speaks very ruthlessly, and people run very fast!

However, this time was different from the last time, Wang Suizhen ran out for more than a dozen feet, and still didn't realize that someone was chasing after him, he looked back and was surprised!

I saw the forest behind me, at this time the black mist was filled, the mist had shrouded a large area of trees behind him, the fog was as black as ink, there seemed to be some monster churning inside, and the shape looked very terrifying!

Moreover, the speed at which the mist dispersed was far faster than the speed at which Wang Suizhen ran!

Wang Suizhen couldn't help but smile bitterly in his heart: "What Brother Changshan said is really right, the rivers and lakes are big, there are many talented people, sometimes it is not only martial arts, but also luck." ”

So it seems like my luck is a bit bad today!

Wang Suizhen hadn't come up with any good way to deal with the black mist that had spread, and an extremely poignant ghost roar came from the black mist behind him, and two black shadows jumped out of the fog one after the other.

The black shadow looks like a human and not a person, and when you look closely, it is a ghost and a person!

The black shadow in front of him is a knife wielder, I saw this fang's face hideous, like a ghost like a demon, the black qi rolled all over his body, and he escaped a devil who had just escaped from hell, Tai Sui who ran out of the palace of Hades!

The black shadow behind him was empty-handed, closely following behind the sword-wielding ghost, this person was full of green muscles at this time, his eyes were bloodshot, his eyes were fierce, and he was murderous, looking at the painful expression on his face, it seemed that he was enduring some inhuman pain, and he had long since lost the appearance of a gentleman with a light demeanor just now.

Before Wang Suizhen could figure out what was going on, the knife-wielding ghost had already jumped to his side, the long knife in his hand was as fast as lightning, as fierce as thunder, and it was a knife at Wang Suizhen's waist!

There is nothing fancy about this knife, a knife is a knife, but the speed is terrifying, and this speed has exceeded the limit speed that the human body can perform when moving the knife!

Although Wang Suizhen had already taken precautions, he still used all his strength to avoid this knife!

The ghost swordsman missed a knife, and the backhand was another knife.

Until this time, Wang Suizhen found that things seemed to have become extremely bad.

This sword-wielding ghost really doesn't seem to be a living thing in the world, there is not a trace of the breath of a living creature on its body, and the most terrifying thing is that it does not pause when swinging the knife, unlike the average martial arts master, between the two knives, there will almost always be a pause to breathe.

Because after all, people are human beings, that is, they have practiced invincible martial arts in the world, but after all, they are still alive, and they must be ventilated, but the higher the kung fu, the better the physical strength, the longer the time between ventilations, and the shorter the pause time required when ventilating.

But this knife-wielding ghost has no need to ventilate at all, the long knife in his hand is like a windmill, a knife is as fast as a knife, a knife is as tight as a knife, the knife is flying around, endlessly, and there will be no pause and a break in the knife technique!

Although Wang Suizhen was good, he couldn't resist such a violent storm and uninterrupted crazy onslaught, and only tried his best to avoid the three knives, and by the time of the fourth knife, his physical strength had already exhausted, and he couldn't continue to do it after the time!

He should have performed a big backward jump, just like the 'monkey jump' and 'monkey squat' in many boxing techniques, and he could easily avoid the fourth slash on the head.

But he knew that his strength was exhausted, and he was afraid that the monkey would not be able to jump out of the attack range of this knife, and once he couldn't avoid this knife, this knife would inevitably slash his head, and he would have to split his head in half!

Just when Wang Suizhen felt desperate in his heart, and he felt that he was exhausted and could not avoid it, a warm current suddenly surged in his body, and suddenly the strength in his body soared.

Throw away the knife-wielding ghost far away!

Wang Suizhen suddenly understood: "Yes, this is the power passed on to me by the withered sword!" ”

"No wonder the master asked me to kowtow to the withered sword solemnly at the beginning, when the master was dying, he solemnly asked me to put the withered sword closely, originally I thought that this withered branch was a relic of the predecessors in the master's family, just a commemorative significance, but now it seems that I was very wrong, this truncated small withered branch is the supreme treasure of the master!"

"Just now, when I couldn't avoid the palms of this Confucian student, I suddenly turned a big heel in mid-air, thinking that it was also with the help of the withered sword, and I wondered why my skills suddenly increased greatly? I see! ”

Wang Suizhen figured this out, and his confidence increased greatly.

The powerful ghost swordsman seemed to only know killing, and had no other emotions at all, seeing that Wang Suizhen was far away, the black qi on his body flickered, and he jumped in front of Wang Suizhen again.

Wang Suizhen has already been accumulating strength for a long time, and at this time, he didn't wait for the ghost to make a move, pressed the handle of the knife with his hand, and faced the ghost with the knife head-on!

I saw the sword light in the field.

Wang Suizhen has cut the neck of the ghost swordsman in two with a single sword!

The knife-wielding ghost was hit by this blow, his body paused, the black qi on his body began to become extremely unstable, and its behavior began to become a little crazy, the long knife in his hand slashed indiscriminately, and the knife technique was no longer out of order!

Wang Suizhen didn't know why, his body retreated slightly, and after seeing that the ghost had been stabbed by himself, he was in a frame posture that was about to collapse and die at any time, and pressed the handle of the knife with his hand, wanting to rush up and make up for it again.

As soon as Confucian saw that the knife-wielding ghost was stabbed, he didn't wait for Wang Suizhen to strike again, and with a long roar, the person was like a cannonball, and he got into the black mist that the knife-wielding ghost was about to collapse.

Like a ghost crying, like a roar, like a roar, in the bursts of piercing strange sounds, the black fog disappeared, and at this time, the Confucian had turned into a monster with red eyes and a face full of strange protrusions!

Wang Suizhen rolled his eyes, quite annoyed: "This brother, what are you showing off with all your bells and whistles?" If you don't die with one knife or two with two knives, can you die quietly like a normal person? Are you trying to exhaust me so that you can inherit my rags? ”

The monster Rusheng sneered: "You are the first one who can force me to this appearance!" I vow to tear you into eight pieces, and then eat them one by one, so that I can vent the anger in my heart! ”

The monster Confucius raised the knife with both hands, the tip of the knife buzzed, and a white light jumped out from the tip of the knife, swallowing uncertainly, like a poisonous snake's letter!

Wang Suizhen was surprised: "Dao Mang?!!! Can you be so powerful when you change your body? I'd love to try the power of the sword, can you teach me? ”

He was talking nonsense, and thought to himself: "If I had met you a few days ago, I would have died!" But today, you're useless! ”

Wang Suizhen didn't wait for Confucius to react again, his body suddenly jumped forward, and his speed increased several times faster than just now, and he jumped in front of Confucius in an instant!

The long knife in the hand of Confucian Sheng slashed downward, the knife was dazzling, the knife was vast and majestic, the knife cut through the air, and the deafening wind slashed straight down!

Although Wang Suizhen jumped in mid-air, his body was three points more flexible than on the ground, like a swallow that came out to catch insects at night, and he could forcibly move his body sideways in mid-air where he had nowhere to borrow his strength, and in an extremely twisted and strange posture, he avoided the knife that was cut down, and the long knife in his hand was like electricity, and a knife stabbed out, which had stabbed out a hole in the throat of Confucian Sheng!

stabbed with a knife, Wang Suizhen withdrew and retreated!

But I don't know if it was accidental or inevitable, Confucian suddenly 'snorted' a stream of scarlet blood in his throat, and 'smacked' Wang Suizhen's face.

Wang Suizhen only felt that his eyes were red, and his heart was slightly confused, this blood seemed to be unusual, not only viscous and fishy, but also as cold as iron!

The blood that should have been hot splashed on his face, it was three points colder than a basin of ice water, and it was cold to the marrow of a person, and Wang Suizhen, who was cold, shivered three times on the spot!

Wang Suizhen hurriedly wiped his face vigorously with his sleeve, and wiped it five or seven times until he wiped the blood on his face, he looked up and looked intently, only to see that Confucian was covering the hole in his throat with both hands at this time, and the corner of his mouth showed a mocking smile, and then it was like a big wooden stake, and he fell straight backwards!

Wang Sui Zhenjue's smile before death seemed a little weird, but he thought about it and couldn't figure out why he felt weird?

I had to shake my head helplessly: "This person is a little weird, even if the means are weird, the smile is even weirder when he dies, and it is really a ghost knife door, a ghost!" Hum! Isn't it going to die at my hands? The bells and whistles are useless in the face of absolute strength. ”

As soon as Confucius died, an extremely piercing ghost cry suddenly came from his corpse, and countless black qi surged out, tumbling and rolling, all of which got into the body of the ghost knife inserted in the ground!

When the knife sucked the black gas, it looked like a living thing, and it let out an extremely cheerful shout, trembling!

The long knife shook for a moment, and in a few breaths, it swallowed up the black qi on the corpse of Confucius.

The black qi disappeared, and then looked at the corpse of the Confucian Sheng, as if it had shrunk, and only a lump the size of a basin remained!

Wang Suizhen shook his head and sighed: "Let's tell you the truth, this brother, in fact, I can't beat you!" I can only say that I am lucky to defeat you today, and I have defeated you by the withered sword! But as the old saying goes, luck is also part of strength, if you lose, you have to die, and only those who are alive are qualified to speak, hey, you can go with peace of mind, this knife is a scourge, I'll put it away for you! ”

Wang Suizhen followed the method last time, and sealed the Confucian saber with the word 'seal', hung the two ghost knives around his waist, wrapped them in cloth, sighed, and walked out of the forest.