Yun Liangji, who only had one arm left, now looked so emaciated that only bones were left in his body, and hatred was like a poisonous seed that took root in his body, and continued to erode his sanity, gradually leading him to the abyss of pain.

The empty cuff at one end bears witness to the torture and pain he has endured in these days. The resentment that has been burning in his belly has been reminding him to quickly take off Su Wu's head and sacrifice all his losses.

Although the fan in Yun Liangji's hand has not yet moved, his heart has already burned wildly, he is like a hungry beast, ready to open his bloody mouth at any time and tear Su Wu's entire person to pieces, even his head and legs.

This is the power of hatred, hatred can make people brave and fearless, and at the same time, it will also bring people unprovoked cruelty and madness, making people lose their minds and not calm enough.

On the contrary, with more than a dozen strange knives of different styles tied around his waist, a calm and calm Su Wu looked really a little uncontrollable, and even a little funny.

Neither the disciples of the Ziwei Sect nor the swordsmen of the Ten Thousand Swords Sect present had ever seen a swordsman with a circle of broken knives tied to his body, and while they felt fresh, they would also scoff at it.

People don't have three heads and six arms, only two hands, and usually can only use two knives, at least most people must think like this in their hearts.

Of course, there was once a saint who used a sword when the realm was at its strongest, and he once used the sword of a city to resist the believers from those who took evil as a belief, and finally protected the people of the city alone, and was supported as a sword saint by the people of the world.

The Eight Desolation Sword Saint, Cao Kongyang, that is a swordsman admired by all the swordsmen in the world, at the last moment when Xuanyang, the capital of Tianxie Kingdom, was about to be broken by the cultists gathered from all directions, he used a knife to protect the right path in the world.

Su Wu was a little lonely and unheard, he had never heard of the sword saint Cao Kongyang, who could be called a miraculous sword technique, and he didn't know much what a knife was.

He only felt that this kind of powerful weapon, which was neither long nor short, seemed to be as cumbersome and cumbersome to use as a long sword, so he regarded it as his own weapon.

Since Su Wu had brought more than a dozen completely different knives, he would use each one of them, and he had never liked to do unnecessary things.

Compared to Yun Liangji, who has been completely controlled by the desire to kill, Su Wu, who can't see any emotional fluctuations, naturally seems calmer, although he has no monstrous hatred for this fellow disciple who once framed him, but his disgust for him is indeed real, and it is not shallow.

Life and death are bigger than anything else, and no one will have any contempt for their own life, unless that person is a fool or a madman with a broken head, no one will joke with his life.

Su Wu's calmness comes from the fact that he has made so much that he can no longer be fully prepared.

Although these preparations may not have too many effects, they can at least make Su Wu feel at ease.

After having a heart bridge set up by Tianyi, Su Wu finally understood some very special abilities that the small bridge brought to him.

This ability is not the cultivation power given by the Water and Fire Qi Mansion, nor is it the weapon affinity power given by the Golden Qi Mansion, and it is not as mediocre as the Earth Qi Mansion.

It is a force that no longer affects people all the time, like air, but more profound than air.

Su Wu was confident that he would use the power in his body to the extreme, and he was even more confident in taking off Yun Liangji's head, and he felt the final result in the dark.

It's a vague feeling, but it's enough to prove a lot.

Yun Liangji, whose face was bloodless and could no longer see clearly, obviously did not put the circle of knives around Su Wu's waist in his eyes, and when he saw this mortal enemy who "thought about it day and night" tied up a scrap of iron to fight, he just snorted coldly.

"Are you ready to die?"

Yun Liangji opened his fan, which was stained with the blood of various beasts, ready to cut open Su Wu's head at any moment.

Su Wu didn't answer, nor did he make any movements, but he was still silent, as if he was distracted, as if he was fighting, in short, he looked very careless and absent-minded.

This is also the abacus in his heart, to respond to all changes with the same, and to move when it seems to be still.

Su Wu's knife is a knife that can't find a flaw, and Yun Liangji's fan is definitely not a fan that can't find any weaknesses.

Su Wu was waiting for Yun Liangji to get angry and go berserk, and then let him use a chaotic move to attack him wildly.

At this time, Su Wu had already taken a knife from his waist and secretly hid it behind him, he was waiting for Yun Liangji's first wave of fan dance, waiting for those small objects that were sure to appear with poison.

Sure enough, as expected, Yun Liangji's appearance was exactly the same as Su Wu's thoughts, and the indifference that Su Wu still maintained in the end instantly seemed to be ignited.

This beast is going crazy.

It's a pity that Yun Liangji, whose body has become weak, can't show any sense of majesty with muscle accumulation, but the bulging green tendons on his face do make him look different from before.

Suddenly, eight of the same shadows appeared on the edge of Taiji, all of them were hideous-looking Yun Liangji.

Judging from the demeanor, movements, and virtual reality, these eight very condensed shadows all seem to have a strong sense of power, and they all exude the same blood-devouring aura, and even their emotions are exactly the same.

This is one of the fruits of Yun Liangji's painstaking cultivation during these years, an illusion used as a blindfold.

This kind of deception that is enough to cover people's eyes with the real is really enough to cover many pairs of eyes quickly, but it doesn't matter, what matters is whether these deceptions can deceive Su Wu's eyes.

Yun Liangji didn't rush to make a move, he was still observing Su Wu's reaction.

He wanted to see the latter's reaction, wanted to see Su Wu's panicked mood, and then at the moment when he felt a little desperate, he suddenly sent a deadly secret weapon that shot him into a sieve with fine holes all over his body.

This was Yun Liangji's last trace of calm emotion, and the funny thing was that this emotion didn't last long before it was forcibly broken by Su Wu.

Su Wu is still so calm, like a white-headed old monk who has settled down, and like a clay statue Bodhisattva enshrined in a Buddhist temple, unmoving.

Yun Liangji couldn't hold back his impatience any longer, and decisively danced his iron fan the size of three faces, and suddenly fanned out a rapid and chaotic wind.

Su Wu could feel the wind coming from all directions, but he didn't know which gust of wind was really mixed with a deadly poisonous hidden weapon.

Thinking from the most lethal direction, this wind will definitely blow out from the back of Su Wuzuo, gradually rise upwards around the back, and finally fall on Su Wu's throat and neck, and then poke Su Wu's upper body into a thousand holes.

But this wind was blowing from the most unlikely angle, and when this wind blew out, it was already about to hang on Su Wu's somewhat delicate cheeks.

In the end, Yun Liangji directly chose to pour out most of the semi-hidden weapons in the big fan on Su Wu's face, some unexpected, and some fierce and spicy.

Seeing that the sophisticated secret weapon that he had polished for countless days was about to be hung on Su Wu's very good-looking face, Yun Liangji couldn't help but let out a ghostly wolf howl.

"Hahahahaha.................. Belch. ”

But his laughter came to an abrupt end in the next moment, followed by Su Wu's laughter, which sneered with endless mockery.

Then the crowd of people who watched the Tao set off a laugh like a wave.

Then, more people laughed in unison, and the laughter instantly filled the air and filled every corner of the field.

As for why everyone laughed, no one could understand, no one could figure it out.

When Su Wu laughed, they naturally laughed together, I don't know if it was amazing or frightened.

Anyway, it's not really funny.

In the last moment, Su Wu still didn't hide his knife at his waist, and no one saw him raise his arm.

But when everyone blinked, the knife had already been blocked by Su Wu.

It was a knife with many holes, but it was not injured by Yun Liangji's hidden weapon, but when this knife was created, it was a broken copper and iron full of loopholes.

But it was also this broken copper and iron that made Yun Liangji, who had already begun to ecstasy, laugh more ugly than crying in an instant, and also made everyone start to laugh madly inexplicably.

Yun Liangji sent out exactly a hundred pieces of needles, which happened to be trapped in a number of dark holes on Su Wu's knife, one was not more, and one was not less.

Each hole on the knife is a carefully polished slide hole, not wide or narrow, just enough to perfectly inlay each thin needle that cannot be thinner.

Time seemed to have undergone an incredible change in Su Wu's body, no one could imagine when Su Wu had lifted the broken copper and iron over there, and no one could have imagined how Su Wu had completely embedded these hundred thin needles that were actually slightly different into the blade of the knife.

If it weren't for the hatred in Yun Liangji's eyes that was too real and strong, everyone would think that this was a good show that had been tried and tested countless times, and it was used for people to watch carefully.

But Yun Liangji's tears mixed with countless hatred, as well as the tearing impotent anger, were telling everyone that Su Wu had indeed taken these hidden weapons in their entirety and did not let them cause too much damage to his skin.

In fact, it was difficult for Su Wu himself to know when he came out of the knife, and when he used every fine hole to take the hundred fine needles with the accuracy of careful consideration.

His hand seemed to want to take the seemingly useless broken knife, so he let his hand take it, and his hand seemed to want to use this broken knife to catch the other party's needles with poisonous and terrifying Dao power, so he went with it again, and everything became as ridiculous as it is now.

So he wanted to laugh, and laughed like an idiot.

His hand seems to be born to say some silent proverbs, and if he doesn't say a word, he will make a move, and if he doesn't make a move, Yun Liangji will fall into blood luck.

He had a pair of proverbial hands, and he possessed countless proverbial knives.

Then, he could clearly feel that the knife of prophecy he was holding in his hand seemed to say that he wanted Yun Liangji to die.