Ah Diao has been practicing on the shore of Jiangxin Lake for many days, and naturally has heard of the reputation of the genius little scholar who is hidden in the library building for a long time.

At first, he was just a warm teenager who liked to read like Tang Qing, but he didn't want to be the head of the long street, and he walked in the air at night, the coldness in his eyes and the killing intent under his palm were not concealed, and he made a killing move.

It is even more decisive than a hundred miles of broken rivers.

Ah Diao didn't have time to think about what happened to him and this Bai Yexing, who had never met before, because that palm had arrived in an instant, and all the qi and routes that could be avoided had been locked by the palm force.

Since there is no way to avoid it, it can only move forward.

Diao pulled out his knife.

The ancient knife was violently agitated, and it came straight out of the black and gold scabbard, going up against the sky.

Before the sword light rose, the knife intent had already burst out, separated from the ubiquitous chill in the night, just before the pair of fleshy palms above the head fell, the gradually rising knife light suddenly bloomed, and the night seemed to be lit up instantly, like day.

A layer of cold and suffocating white sword light melted into the wind, rolled up a chill, and swept towards the palm power that was almost impossible to stop.

When they meet on a narrow road, no one will choose to retreat, especially these two proudest young people.

Bai Yexing's face was illuminated by the sword light, with indifference from beginning to end, he narrowed his eyes slightly, the wind and sand in the palm of his hand had already hit the transparent knife light, the night began to be very quiet, and in an instant it was broken by a piercing sound of gold and iron.

With the two of them as the center, the mottled stone road around this bluestone street exploded inch by inch, and countless sword intent palms scattered in all directions, surging in the air, rolling up the sound of the whistling night wind.

Ah Diao stood still in place, in front of the horizontal knife, the knife momentum did not decrease, and the eyes were clear, erasing all drunkenness and sleepiness.

He stared intently, and there was only monstrous war intent in his eyes.

Now that he has chosen to use the knife, he naturally has to fight.

When it comes to fighting, he has never been afraid of anyone.

In the past, he wielded a sword in a low-key manner in the martial arts training field of the seminary, and was bound by the rules and teachings of Zhou exceptional, and he almost forgot that he was once a fierce man in the distant Kunlun City.

With this in mind, Ah Diao looked at Bai Yexing, who was preparing to rush over again, snorted, and scolded directly: "The teacher said that it is not allowed to fight privately in the academy, but this time, Lao Tzu is purely self-preservation!"

As soon as the words fell, Ah Diao put the black gold scabbard behind his back, picked up the knife in his right hand, stepped forward, and swung the knife down without any hesitation.

The sword intent began to gather only in front of him, and after the blink of an eye, the moment Ah Diao landed and got up again, the spark sword intent became a prairie fire.

It seems to be able to burn the whole night.

The piece of wind and sand between the palms of the white night walk brought a layer of bloody breath, with the left palm to protect the body, the right palm to kill, hiding in the night and standby, the earth-shattering palm power gradually gathered in the dark, the momentum was huge.

His form melted into the night wind, and only a hazy black shadow could be seen in the air.

However, the sword light in the sky is shining, and everything can be seen clearly.

Naturally, he couldn't dodge.

Ah Diao sneered in the air, and the ancient knife also began to hum.

Bai Yexing's palm posture locked on Ah Diao from beginning to end, and from this moment, Ah Diao's knife intent finally found it.

In the dark night, the sword light sprinkled in the air, and the figure of the white night walker stopped on the side of the broken bluestone road, and there was nothing to hide.

In an instant, Bai Yexing stared against the sword light, his eyes gradually became solemn, and then he retreated without the slightest hesitation.

Because Ah Diao's ancient knife has already come along the sword light with a layer of nirvana.

Bai Yexing didn't want to retreat, but after that piece of sword light, there was another piece of knife light, scene after scene, and there was almost no end.

The edge of the ancient knife was outward, and the blade was so bright that people couldn't look at it directly, Bai Yexing squinted his eyes to avoid the light curtain, and at that moment, a trace of vigilance rose in his heart, and even a trace of remorse that made him a little ashamed.

This young man Diao turned out to be really hard to mess with.

It is no wonder that a hundred miles of broken rivers will be defeated by him.

When his mind turned, Ah Diao had already pounced, and the knife swept away, unstoppable.

Bai Yexing looked at it coldly, and finally stopped when there was no way to retreat, his palms staggered in front of him, and the palm momentum had just condensed to the extreme.

When Diao's knife wants to shatter the pride of Bai Yexing, it will only provoke more pride from the other party.

He has been practicing in the library of the Divine Academy for sixteen years, and his talent is amazing, and he is known as one of the most promising geniuses of the younger generation of the Divine Academy.

Except for Zhuo Xingchen, the white-clothed young man in the beast control fast, only he is the most popular among the seven human gods.

He never used a weapon, and fought with people only with those fleshy palms.

Or rather, his palms are his weapons.

In the past, Bai Yexing made a breakthrough in the library and realized a set of palm techniques.

At that time, the sky was empty, the sun was shining, and the steward of the library building, Lord Bian, was taking a lunch break, and was suddenly awakened by a terrible palm.

With this palm, the light on the horizon gradually sank, and the flowing clouds in the sky were all shocked by the palm power.

When Master Bian ran to the library to watch, he happened to see Bai Yexing standing by the window on the third floor of the library building and withdrew his palm.

Since then, Bai Yexing has stepped into all directions and reached the peak.

His palm technique is known as covering the sky.

Bai Yexing had never moved with Baili Duanjiang, and he was also at the peak of the Four Realms Soul Suppression, so he asked himself that even if he faced that Sword Saint heir, relying on his sixteen years of learning experience in the library building, he would not end up so embarrassed by covering the sky and facing the sword.

What's more, facing the reckless boy in front of him?

It was from this moment that he looked at Ah Diao differently.

Put away all the contempt and disdain.

The pride and fighting spirit in my heart have almost reached the peak.

The next moment, the palm of the sky roared out, straight and straight without the slightest fancy.

Diao's sword light was incomparably brilliant, illuminating almost the entire night.

But under the palm of the sky, this piece has been illuminated by the sword light, as if the dark night of the day suddenly darkened a little, and under the snow-white and brilliant sword light, it seems to be covered by a curtain, and there is a little more shadow.

Ah Diao's clear eyes were astonishingly inspired, and he directly broke into the palm of Bai Yexing.

The endless sword light alternated in the dim wind and sand, and the chill in the surrounding air became more and more aggravated, as if it was about to freeze the entire heaven and earth.

The figures of the two teenagers also quickly plunged into the air, shuttling and running between the clouds in the sky, the knife momentum did not retreat, the palm momentum was endless, and they bombarded each other fiercely with the strongest attitude.

I don't know how long it took, Ah Diao suddenly landed on the side of the street, and held the knife with both hands instead, as if he couldn't bear the surging palm force under the blade.

His face was a little pale, probably overexertion.

The light under the ancient knife was slightly dim, and there was a faint twist of palm power.

It's just that the unruly and unruly spirit on his body, as if he can penetrate the entire heaven and earth, has not diminished in the slightest.

Ah Diao got up silently, stood on the ground with a slanted knife, and looked at the gravel in front of him with a pair of bright eyes.

There was the most violent place in the wind and sand under the palm of the sky, and within the wind and sand was an extremely strong smell of blood, Bai Yexing appeared in the drowsy wind and sand, his face was paler than Ah Diao, and the indifference in his eyes had long been replaced by a painful look.

He knelt on the ground, didn't look up, blood oozing from the corners of his mouth.

The wind and sand between the palms gradually receded, revealing two knife marks in the palms.

The knife marks were not deep, but the knife intent inside was pure enough, biting his muscles and meridians and burrowing into the blood.

Bai Yexing frowned a little painfully, and with great difficulty gathered the true strength in his body, forcibly isolating the two sword intent in his palm.

No one spoke.

But the outcome of this battle is already clear.

Bai Yexing's thin body knelt on his knees in the night wind, looking a little desolate.

His pride rose in the darkness, but fell in the light of the sword.

Somewhat mocking and hilarious.

Not far away, Ah Diao held the knife in both hands and stood still in place without any movement.

The sword intent was still gathering in his eyes, and the sword light was still blooming under the blade, as if he was ready to swing the knife again.

Or maybe he just wanted to tell the genius little scholar in the library that he still had some spare energy.

I don't know how long it took, but Bai Yexing never got up.

Both palms were already shaking.

It's like suffering pain that I've never endured in my life.

Ah Diao began to remove the black gold scabbard behind his back, then took the ancient knife back, hid all the edges, and put it back on his left hand.

He took out the crimson wine gourd again, and slowly tilted his head to take a sip of the spirits, which passed through his intestines and refreshed his mind.

His face was calm and indifferent, a little pale, and it was clear that he had also been wounded by that battle.

It's just that compared to Bai Yexing, his injuries are almost negligible.

Ah Diao cleared his throat, stood in the dark and was just about to say a few words, but at the end of the street, a middle-aged man suddenly walked towards this side.

The man was still pacing in the distance, and it was only a moment before he reached Bai Yexing's side.

He looked at the two knife marks in Bai Yexing's palm, and a trace of appreciation appeared between his eyes that he couldn't see the end.

Then he turned his eyes to Ah Diao, and the corners of his mouth showed a hint of a smile, and said: "Heroes are teenagers." ”

Ah Diao looked at the strange middle-aged man, and for some reason he was a little nervous.

Almost subconsciously clenched the ancient knife in his left hand.

Bai Yexing raised his head, his face was no longer bloodless, and it was a little frighteningly pale.

He looked at the middle-aged man in front of him, and then got up with difficulty, with a trace of chagrin and shame in his indifferent eyes.

He wanted to say something, but the middle-aged man stretched out his left hand to interrupt him.

At the same time, the middle-aged man stretched out his right hand to Diao.

That hand is not wide, but when it falls into Ah Diao's eyes, it feels more powerful than the white night palm.

Diao's left thumb was raised, revealing a bit of the edge of the ancient knife.

The middle-aged man just smiled lightly, his right hand suddenly opened, and a blood-red tide appeared in his palm, which seemed to be able to engulf this dark night.

But soon, almost at the moment when the tide rolled up, the middle-aged man's right hand suddenly fell again.

It's like it's never stretched out.

Because in the dark, under the night wind, there was a smell of ink.

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