Yue Qigong laughed strangely, the blood knife had already come out of the air, causing a sigh in the field, Yue Qigong is the master of Jizhou Pavilion, and he is a martial arts senior, in the case of Yang Zhi's salute, according to common sense, he should show the demeanor of a famous artist, and let Yang Zhi strike first. Yue Qigong's action made many people not understand, and even looked down on, only Xilong knew that the moves of the blood knife had to strike first, Yang Zhineng killed Xiao Qixing in thirty moves, and his martial arts were not much worse than Yue Qigong.

The moment Yue Qigong swung his sword, he raised his head to the sky and roared, and a strong domineering aura gushed out, the blood knife was endowed with magical power, flashing a strange light in the air, and it seemed to be able to drip blood under the sunlight; the wind moved, the knife danced, the flames flickered, and the blood knife was like a bloodthirsty beast roaring, devouring all the space around Yang Zhi. Yang Zhi's figure fluttered, dancing with the wind, like a leaf, floating along the whirlpool to the outermost side of the air current.

Yang Zhi's six-step transformation was strange, and when he finally couldn't dodge, the Dragon Sparrow Knife flicked up slightly, just sealing the blood knife with one sword, and he and Yue Qigong each retreated, standing two feet apart. Yue Qigong's skills are profound, once he stands still, he almost doesn't make any pause and cuts out the second knife, this knife is a fast word, in the blink of an eye, Yue Qigong broke through to Yang Zhi's approach, the knife arced, although the line was clear, but the angle was Yang Zhi's dead end.

Yang Zhi can only retreat, one step, two steps, three steps, four steps, all the people mentioned their throats, Yue Qigong's knife is endless, as he advances step by step, the momentum is getting stronger and stronger, Yang Zhi still has a chance to make a move at the beginning, and now in the eyes of most people, Yang Zhi has no chance at all. Xilong's eyes radiated brilliance, revealing an expression that no one could understand, staring at Yang Zhi, who suddenly took a step, and the dragon finch knife in his palm slashed fiercely at the curved blade of the blood knife.

Yue Qigong's long knife reversed, but the blood knife and the dragon bird knife collided seven times in a row, and Yue Qigong was still forced to retreat by Yang Zhi's sword; A smile appeared at the corner of Xilong's mouth, Yang Zhi's kung fu is indeed not weak, but Yue Qigong's tricks behind him are even more powerful; after Yue Qigong retracted the knife this time, he adjusted his breathing, and when he shot again, the blood knife seemed to have a heavy weight, Yue Qigong's footsteps were very slow, and the blood knife was swung even slower.

A blood knife weighing forty or fifty catties could not give Yue Qigong such pressure, Yang Zhi sighed, knowing that he had encountered a stabbing thing today; Yang Zhi's footsteps slipped lightly, and the dragon bird knife broke through the air with the sound of the wind, and the move was fierce and sharp, slashing towards the back of the blood knife. When Yue Qigong's tricks were halfway through, the blood knife suddenly became as light as a feather, and strange tricks came out one after another, and there were actually six or seven kinds of changes hidden; even though Yang Zhi retreated quickly, his left shoulder was still carried by the sword wind, oozing snow.

The people of Jizhou Pavilion let out cheers, Yang Zhi was vulnerable in front of the pavilion master, and he was injured in three moves, I am afraid that he will lose his life in less than ten moves, and go down to be with Xiao Yuxing, but Yue Qigong's face did not have the slightest joy, and he took off in one step and slashed out the fourth knife. The knife borrowed the human momentum, Yue Qigong carried the wind, like a goshawk fighting a rabbit, and the blood knife shrouded Yang Zhi's sky and retreat; who knew that Yang Zhi did not retreat this time, but the whole person fell back and slid forward, and the dragon bird knife protected his head and forcibly passed under the blood knife.

The two knives collided, Yue Qigong used the support of the Dragon Bird Knife to fall, a thousand catties fell, the blood knife converted ninety degrees, and dragged the knife to cut Yang Zhi flat; Yang Zhi's body rolled, and when the Dragon Bird Knife touched the blood knife again, he slipped out of ten steps and stood up straight. Yue Qigong's center of gravity was declining, and he was unable to chase and kill anymore, so he could only turn over and stand firm, watching Yang Zhi escape a catastrophe;

Yue Qigong's face sank like water, and he didn't continue to attack, but spoke: "Yang Zhi, you have to promise the old man one thing. Yang Zhi adjusted his breathing and asked, "What the predecessor said is the ownership of the blood knife?"

Yue Qigong's face was even worse, Yang Zhi nodded and said, "I promise you not to fight with the Blood Knife Gate." ”

Yue Qigong laughed, shook his head and said, "I don't know who killed the deer, Yang Zhi, it's a little early to say this." ”

Before the words fell, the blood knife had already shot, and there was no strange move this time, it looked more like a normal knife style, nine knives in a row, each

Yang Zhi successively performed the three styles of Wind Dance, Sky Soaring, and Killing, although he barely received nine knives, but his back and right leg were stabbed one after another, and he was covered in blood. The people of Jizhou Pavilion and the young disciples of Yanyun Hall were cheering, but the three old men who accompanied Yue Qigong began to recite scriptures.

Just when Yue Qigong's last sword swept through the clouds, his body suddenly shook, Yang Zhi was engrossed, holding a desperate heart, naturally he didn't let go of this opportunity that was not an opportunity, and at the same time as the Dragon Bird Knife crossed the bloody knife, he kicked out. Yue Qigong suddenly flew into the air, and in the midst of everyone's dumbfoundedness, even a person fell on the square with a knife, and bright red blood flowed from his mouth, nose, eyes and ears, and he died in a blink of an eye; Yang Zhi only felt that the pressure was gone, and he sat down on the ground, barely supported by a knife, and slowly stood up.

"Yang Zhi used a hidden weapon. The victory and defeat reversed, the crowd in Jizhou Pavilion was excited, especially the disciples of the Blood Knife Sect all had red eyes; Ying Yunfei stepped forward and slapped the two people in front of him a few times, stopped them from drinking, and said: "What nonsense, so many of us are watching, don't we see the hidden weapon, Luo Zhenren, tell me, what's going on?"

Luo Zhenren is one of the three old men, but he didn't wear a robe, he looked gentle and elegant in a Confucian costume, and he stopped reciting when he heard the words: "Qigong was originally a sure victory, his skill is better than Yang Zhi's, and he is waiting for work with ease, occupying the right time and place, if he is outside three or five hundred moves, Yang Zhi will definitely be defeated; Qigong originally didn't have a complete set of blood knife techniques, but he just practiced the five tricks recorded on the blood knife, although he could use it, but the internal force consumption was extremely great; even we didn't expect Yang Zhi to survive, and we didn't expect Qigong to even want his life for the sake of fame. ”

Another old man, Zhen Tianshu, said: "Luo Zhenren is right, from the beginning to the end of the seven princes have the upper hand, if the seventh prince does not cut the last knife, the knife is peaceful, Yang Zhi has no choice; he is eager to avenge the apprentice, seeing that Yang Zhi has been injured, he wants to gamble, but he did not expect Yang Zhi to have profound internal strength, his physique is different from ordinary people, and he can still kick out a kick at the moment of life and death, and the seventh prince was at the end of the crossbow, and the body is probably no different from ordinary people. ”