"Your knife is much stronger than when you first saw it. ”

Sneering smiled and clenched his fists, and his eyes gradually showed madness under the blood.

He was born in the northern desert between the yellow sand, this life is warlike, seeing that Diao is in front of the sword, the fighting spirit is rising, and he is ready to make a knife, this bloody young man from the Demon Gate Holy Land immediately sneered, rolled up a stronger murderous aura and said: "Although you come from the world of recklessness, you can be compared to the saint." In the future, I am afraid that your achievements may be above us. ”

Ah Diao slanted the knife to the ground, patted Baili Duanjiang's shoulder with his left hand, and after seeing him nod his head to indicate that it was okay, he held the knife with both hands, stood in front of him again, and pointed at the black clothes and sneered.

The sword light poured down like a waterfall, bringing a clear sound of knife sound.

His fighting spirit did not retreat, but became more and more intense.

The hat pressed down slightly, covering the cold eyes, but it couldn't hide the boundless sword aura in the eyes.

Ah Diao spoke: "Are you afraid?"

Sneering Xiao was a little stunned, then frowned, he was silent for a moment, and said, "In my world, I have never been afraid of this word. ”

Ah Diao's knife gradually rose, and the sword light poured down like mercury, and the sound of the wind shrouded the past.

He whispered, "Me too." ”

As soon as the words fell, he stopped talking nonsense, and directly raised the knife, the knife momentum was shocked, although it was not cut, the knife qi had begun to diffuse, and an extremely fierce aura.

This sword momentum is in Liwei, although it is not as strong as all the 20,000 sword intent accumulated last night, but it is also amazing enough.

The ancient knife passed through the air, and the light under it was more brilliant than the sunlight in the sky.

Sneering and narrowing his eyes, his fist momentum condensed upward, black demonic qi flowed out from his palms and between his fingers, and the smell of blood suddenly flourished in the air.

The next moment, the black-clothed young man jumped into the air, turning the seven feet in front of him into a boundless purgatory, waiting for Ah Diao's knife to fall.

Ah Diao's knife was like a bamboo, and he wanted to slash directly into the sneering demonic qi realm regardless of it, but between the voids, another fist intent suddenly appeared, and it swept past Ah Diao's sword light at a faster speed, breaking into the sneering fists.

That fist intent seemed to appear out of thin air, but it actually came from outside the forest, but the speed was so fast that only a vague fist shadow could be seen under the sun, and it suddenly killed with a fierce and bloody aura.

Sneering smiled and practiced in the yellow sand of the Northern Desert for many years, and never disdained to use any weapons.

Because in his opinion, his fist is the sharpest weapon in the world.

Invincible, invincible.

Even in the face of the Nanshan Ancient Sword of the Hundred Miles Broken River, he dared to face it with his fists.

And never defeated.

Based on the demonic energy from the yellow sand of the Northern Desert, and taking the self-cultivation techniques inherited from ancient times by the Demon Saint as the lifeline, such a pair of fists is definitely harder than most weapons in this world.

In all these years of fighting, his fists were barely injured, and even pain was rare.

Few people have come out of his hands unscathed.

Not to mention breaking into his punches.

And he also firmly believed that in this world, apart from his master, the Demon Saint Lord who had already stepped into the Seven Realms a long time ago would not find a pair of fists as powerful as himself.

Before today, he was convinced of this notion.

But today, at this moment, when another sudden fist intent with the intention of life and death rushed into his domain at a faster speed than Diao's knife, and collided with his long-awaited fists, he knew that he was wrong.

The strength and majesty contained under that strange fist, the hidden will and heart, and even the aura of slaughter and blood, were not weaker than themselves.

When that fist came down, with an extremely terrifying, unstoppable aura and violently bombarded, the demonic qi under his fist actually collapsed slightly, and then a strange pain rose from under the skin, along his muscles and bones to every nerve in his body, and finally reached his heart.

That slight pain is insignificant and not worth mentioning to anyone.

But the sneer smiled and his heart was tight, and he didn't feel very comfortable.

It turns out that in the human world, there are people who can cultivate the art of refining the body to the same level as themselves without entering the demon gate.

It's scary.

And at this moment, that strange fist intent came out of the air, and it retreated with one blow, it didn't seem that he deliberately wanted to fight, but simply wanted to test Sneer's strength, or he wanted to stop the confrontation between A's knife and Sneer's fist.

Ah Diao's sword was light, but when the two fists collided, the sneering seven-foot demon domain suddenly tightened, turning into a shocking demonic qi and stationed beside him.

There is no threat for the time being.

So the sword light suddenly rose, and then it quickly returned the same way, submerged into the ancient knife, and rolled up a layer of cold light.

Ah Diao carried the knife in his right hand and pointed obliquely at the ground, blocking the Baili Broken River behind him, pressing the hat with his left hand, and the knife aura between his slightly exposed eyes struck people, like a pool of autumn water.

Then he blinked his eyes slightly, looked in the direction where the fist intent was coming, and saw the fourth young man here.

Wrapped in white, but murderous.

The cold eyes hide the light, as if hiding the frost of ten thousand years.

The posture is straight, like a sword out of the sheath, very sharp, as if it never knows how to bend down or bow its head.

Arrogant and indifferent, like the first person standing on the top, at this time condescendingly looking at all the people who are going up the mountain.

His fist was placed at his waist, slightly retracted, and only became an empty fist.

The elbow joint is also slightly bent, and the forward position is a little, which can ensure that he can swing his fist in the first time.

The pair of fists were not very big, the muscles were not very full, and even the blood under them was not very sufficient.

At first glance, it doesn't seem to have much strength, but it looks more like it's a little malnourished.

But it is such a pair of fists, which go away in the air, fist to fist, and sneer and smile head-on without falling behind.

The power is by no means as simple as it seems.

Sneering smiled and practiced in the Beast Control Zhai of the Heaven and Earth Divine Academy for many days, and naturally heard of the reputation of the genius young man in the Beast Control Zhai, although he had never seen the other party, but when the white-clothed young man in front of him suddenly appeared here, feeling the bloody aura on the other party's body, which was almost the same as his own, and the cold murderous aura hidden under his fist, he already knew who this person was.

"You are Zhuo Xingchen. ”

Sneering and smiling, his bloody eyes lit up slightly, and his previous battle intent suddenly soared, as excited as a beast seeing its prey.

Zhuo Xingchen, the white-clothed killing god, is the strongest combat power among the younger generation of the Heaven and Earth Divine Academy.

He is known as the favorite to beat the sneering smile.

He set out from that blood lake, also in search of the terrifying sword intent that had gone straight into the sky.

It's just that during this walk, the sword intent has not been seen, but there is a sword aura and fist momentum.

Zhuo Xingchen had never seen Diao's knife, nor had he ever punched with a sneer, but when he felt the sword qi and fist momentum in the void space, he already knew who those two forces belonged to.

Now that he has an opponent in front of him, there is no reason why he should not make a move.

It's just that why he didn't break the knife and only punched it, but he had his own reasons.

Zhuo Xingchen stood still in place, his eyes were also surging with murderous aura and battle intent, he stared at the pair of fists that sneered, and said: "I have been observing you for a long time in the Beast Control Zhai, and I wanted to fight with you before, but the selection of the Xuanwu List is imminent, and I don't want to add right and wrong." Even if you are in the map of the country, I don't want to fight you for the time being. Wait until you get out, and in the final battle, I hope my opponent is you. ”

Speaking of this, Zhuo Xingchen tightened his fists slightly, his fist was hidden, and he continued: "A punch here, talking about fighting intentions, I think you should remember my fist." Because in this world, as long as the person who takes my punch can't forget the will under my punch, it is natural to keep it in mind. ”

These words are from the heart and are said as a matter of course.

With all the arrogance of Zhuo Xingchen's life.

Sneering smiled and frowned, a little speechless.

Baili Duanjiang also frowned, even more speechless.

Ah Diao raised his eyebrows and snorted lightly.

Previously, he felt that Baili Broken River and Sneering were proud enough.

And he asked himself that he was a little more conceited than proud compared to those two.

But at this moment, as soon as Zhuo Xingchen's words came out, he concluded that this white-clothed killing god, who was very famous in the Heaven and Earth Divine Academy, was not only no worse than his own pride and conceit, but also a little more shameless.

So the cold wind was the head, and before he could reply, Ah Diao had already gently slapped the ancient knife in his hand, deliberately venting a wisp of knife energy.

When everyone turned their eyes to him, he stretched out his left hand and pressed the hat on top of his head, hiding his face in it, pretending to be high.

Then he cleared his throat, lowered his voice, and said in that extremely low tone, as if he was a master of the world, "If your punch is really so powerful, why didn't you come to attack my knife before." ”

Speaking of this, he paused slightly, raised the ancient knife horizontally, held the handle of the knife with his right hand, and lowered his left hand from the hat, caressing the blade of the knife, bringing a piece of knife light.

He chuckled suddenly, feeling uninhibited, and continued: "It's also a good thing that you didn't come to attack my sword, otherwise, I'm afraid that it will not be me who will remember your fist in the future, but you will remember my knife." ”

In terms of pride and conceit, Ah Diao and Zhuo Xingchen are equally divided.

But when it comes to shamelessness, Ah Diao is even better.

Baili Duanjiang stood behind Ah Diao, his breath had recovered a little, he suddenly patted Ah Diao's shoulder and reminded: "You and Zhuo Xingchen are both from the Heaven and Earth Divine Academy, should you stand in the same camp?"

Ah Diao quickly bowed his head and said, "It's true that we are also from the Heaven and Earth Divine Academy, but it is impossible for the two of us to stand in the same camp. ”

Baili Duanjiang asked, "What do you say?"

Ah Diao said: "Because I have long heard that Zhuo Xingchen in the Beast Control Zhai and Bai Yexing in the library have a very good relationship, they have grown up together since childhood, and they are like brothers. ”

Baili Duanjiang frowned and expressed puzzlement.

I wonder what this has to do with your sidelines.

Ah Diao sighed, and then added: "Do you know why Bai Yexing failed to participate in the selection of the Xuanwu List?"

"Why?"

"Because he was badly injured in bed, he couldn't get up. ”

"Who got it?"

"I'm the one with a knife. ”

“......”