"A greeting gift, not a tribute. As countless hideous-looking beasts quickly approached the two of them, Su Wu and the old monk, there was obviously some schadenfreude in that ancient voice.

Su Wu and the old monk went to the predicament again like this, and hundreds of beasts mixed with the hatred of the sky regarded these two uninvited guests as a delicacy in their mouths.

A struggle between predator and prey ensued, but it is not yet known who is the predator and who is the catcher.

Su Wu had ten fingers and eight fingers, so he held eight knives with completely different appearances in his hands, and the people he was looking for who were not cultivators were afraid that they would not even be able to hold this knife.

The strange knives in Su Wu's hand did not look very heavy, but made people feel as light as a feather, but only the monks who had fought with him knew that none of these knives in Su Wu's hands that looked very light and thin actually had a very terrifying weight.

Su Wu clipped this to his fingertips, and could use Dao Qi to take it out and then take it back at any time, Su Wu's knife was a knife with a knife heart, although this kind of knife heart still didn't seem to be very clear until now, but it had something that most knife hearts didn't have.

Su Wu's knife didn't need to think too much to accurately tear open the throats of these surging beasts, these eight knives are like eight fallen leaves that are constantly dancing in the air, but they are not as slow as falling leaves, but powerful against the wind, setting off a terrifying wind.

When these flying strange knives were still three inches away from the throats of those beasts, the Dao Qi that was emitted from the tips of their knives exploded fiercely in the air like thunder, and the delicate and dangerous blood flowers quietly bloomed. The beasts that had been killed by a single blow died in the light of the snowflakes before they could wail.

These eight knives, which were as light as fallen leaves, were still as pale as snow when they returned to Su Wu's hands after a week of rotation.

The knives in Su Wu's hands are all pale knives, and the paler the knife is, the sharper and more powerful it is, and it can cut through all decay and decay.

As the circle of fallen knives fluttered, life disappeared and withered, and dozens of hideous beasts opened their eyes wide, looking at the fallen leaves from death, and then they did not have time to close their eyes and remained motionless again.

The old monk next to him was a little stunned.

The reason why the old monk was amazed was not because Su Wu's knife was too fast, but because his knife was so beautiful that the flowers in the mountains and fields had faded their color.

Those groups of fierce beasts were quickly shocked by the eight suffocating knives and took a few steps back, and Su Wu's shot quickly played a role in killing chickens and monkeys.

These beasts have lived in this forest for so long, they are no longer ordinary beasts, most of them have sprouted a lot of intelligence, and their strength and vitality are qualitatively different from ordinary beasts.

In these long years, in the process of evolution and transformation from generation to generation, they all possessed the same power as spirit beasts.

In other words, they are now beginner-level spirit beasts.

The so-called spirit beasts are like cultivators in the human race, surpassing ordinary beasts under the nourishment of spiritual rhyme.

These beginner-level spirit beasts basically possessed the same strength as the Fading Mortal Realm, and the best of them had even touched the bottleneck of the Knotted Rope Realm, or even above that.

Obviously, those spirit beasts that rushed to the front and were easily killed by Su Wu's eight strange knives were just the lowest-ranking down-and-out in this group of beasts.

The real beasts with strong vitality are still carefully observing all this in some dark corner at this time, and they are infinitely shaking between immobility.

Although Su Wu's eight knives frightened some spirit beasts whose strength was relatively weak to take a step back, they did not frighten those beast kings who really had some strong spiritual power.

Soon, more beasts with a meager aura continued to clinch Su Wu and the old monk, and began to show their teeth and claws with an even more turbulent momentum.

Su Wu was not far behind, he shook his hand, and the eight knives in his hand quickly turned into sixteen knives.

Su Wu's slender snow-white fingertips were already sandwiched with two knives, and Su Wu took out the knife again.

The knife is faster, and the Dao Qi mixed with it is more sharp.

The second wave of beasts with scarlet eyes pounced on them also became beast corpses with no more spirituality, but this time Su Wu obviously looked a lot more struggling, he had already begun to bend down a little embarrassed, panting and wiping the layers of sweat that appeared on his forehead.

This time, those spirit beasts were no longer the slightest bit timid to Su Wu, and after seeing Su Wu a little embarrassed and a little disgraced, they knew that the time for real hunting had come.

The old monk who had not done anything seemed to have no intention of doing it, and the old monk's face not only did not have the slightest nervousness, but also quietly brought a somewhat relieved smile.

A senior can't help but laugh when he sees that the future may reach infinite heights.

In the face of the beasts that were getting more and more turbulent and fighting for their lives, Su Wu did not feel afraid, but became more and more courageous, and the sixteen strange knives at his fingertips were brought into full play, but every time the knives returned to his fingertips, the red stains on the snow-white blades became more and more obvious.

There is more and more blood stained on the knife, which can only show that Su Wu has gradually begun to be unable to do it well, and he is a little powerless.

The knife wasn't fast enough, not accurate enough, to stick to that disgusting blood. Anyway, the beast blood on the knife became more and more abundant, and the red, viscous liquid that was thicker than water slowly submerged the snow-white.

This means that Su Wu has almost reached the limit of what he can do, and if he continues like this, Su Wu may exhaust the Dao Qi in his body at any time, and then be swallowed into his stomach by those beasts with strong spiritual power.

The old monk was like a bodhisattva at this time, he didn't move, and those spirit beasts that wanted to attack him were stopped by Su Wu one by one, and those spirit beasts gradually put the target on Su Wu's body.

Su Wu alone withstood the pressure of the two of them, and was still struggling to slaughter, he had already used every trace of Dao Qi to the extreme, streamlining all the knife styles to the point of power, although he did not have the momentum of the eternal power to move mountains and seas with his head, but he killed very powerfully.

Sometimes being too angry may not be able to have the greatest effect, if Su Wu thinks, he can sacrifice a great avenue method with an overwhelming mountain and sea before, although it can destroy more spirit beasts in a short period of time, but it can't maintain the follow-up battle.

Su Wu's sword technique, which saved Dao Qi to the extreme, quickly killed more than half of the spirit beasts that came to wrap up, leaving only a small number of spirit beasts with a slightly advanced realm who had not yet made a move.

At the moment when Su Wu was about to lose his grip on the sixteen strange knives, there seemed to be a bright and greedy gaze in the herd of beasts.

It was a huge boar with the height of a pine, and its huge figure stood out among the other spirit beasts that were twice as short as it, and it was obvious that this extremely large boar was the beastmaster of these spirit beasts.

From the very beginning, Su Wu's attention stayed on him, which was at least comparable to the aura of a knotted rope peak realm cultivator. This wild boar is undoubtedly the tallest of all the spirit beasts here.

Later, the pawns who fought in the front layer entangled Su Wu with no intention of governing more, so he forgot about its existence for a while.

As long as the monk reaches the knotted rope realm, he will have the law of the Dao, and this wild boar seems to be no exception.

While those beast corpses fell one by one, Su Wu could feel the rising breath of the wild boar, which was like an old glutton, frantically devouring the remaining breath on these beast corpses.

Su Wu could vaguely guess what the law of the Dao of this big wild boar was.

Perhaps it is "devouring", through the souls of the same kind and maybe even the other after death, to make one's realm stronger.

Su Wu's killing may have helped the greedy boar to a great extent by not having any excuse to devour his own kind.

The wild boar saw that Su Wu was finally going to be overwhelmed, so he was going to make a move next.

The deeper the spiritual power, the higher the realm of the spirit beasts tend to have more intelligent heads, and the big wild boar that has reached the peak of the knot rope realm has clearly mastered the cunning strategy of taking advantage of the void and competing with the snipe and the clam for the benefit of the fisherman.

Kill Su Wu, then swallow the breath left after Su Wu's death for your own use, and finally kill the old monk who doesn't know how many kills he has made.

The idea of this behemoth is exceptionally clear.

It's also extraordinarily simple.

At the moment when Su Wu didn't know how many times he withdrew the knife, the behemoth that had been watching finally moved.

His move carried the momentum of Mount Tai's pressure, and this blow was used as a breakthrough from the side back position that Su Wu had not paid too much attention to, and there was no reason to miss.

The behemoth really trampled on countless beast corpses and came to Su Wu's side quilt position.

The old monk still seemed to be full of compassion, and he had no intention of raising his hand to take the difficulty.

Sure enough, under the fangs of this huge wild boar carrier, Su Wu's sixteen strange-shaped knives really failed to retract his hand this time.

The white knives, completely stained red, lost traction and fell to the ground in a dejected manner, rolling on the ground for some distance before stopping.

Su Wu spit out a mouthful of blood, and his lean body directly half-knelt on the ground, and the fangs of the huge wild boar collided with Su Wu's body as he wished, but it did not directly pierce Su Wu's thin body as expected.

The two huge and sharp fangs of the wild boar completely froze after touching Su Wu's body, unable to go any further.