The knife can be regarded as the earliest weapon that appeared.

Even in the time of the savages, people knew that stones were sharpened and made into stone knives to cut through thorns. Later, after learning bronze casting, the most cast knives were also knives. Noble as a great summer dragon sparrow, vulgar as a soldier's sword.

For thousands of years, there has always been a knife in war. And the people who use knives are even more innumerable, such as Shashuo in the river.

Because the sword is easier to use than the sword, the sword has a double edge, and if it is not used well, it will hurt itself. And the knife does not have this kind of concern, the knife is very simple, as long as the blade forward, either you die or I die, and the brave wins when you meet on the narrow road!

It's a pity that the easier it is to get started, the more difficult it is to achieve great things, so there have always been not many top swordsmen. And Ye Xipeng and Zang Wufeng are undoubtedly the top swordsmen in the world, and there is no fancy in their knife skills. It's as if everything is back to basics, drawing swords together and slashing at each other.

It's just that because of different beliefs and different growth experiences, the knives of the two are also different.

Zang Wufeng was born recklessly, his knife was a knife of pleasure and revenge, and when he saw that he was angry, he drew his knife and rose up, and blood splattered three feet. Since he realized the sword path in his heart, he rarely stepped into the rivers and lakes. After meeting Lu Bing, he lived in seclusion in the mountains all the year round, just to sharpen the knife in his heart. No matter what kind of royal power and nobles, princes and generals, as long as they stand in front of him, they will be split with a knife!

And Ye Xipeng was born in a family of Jinyi Wei, and his knife originally represented imperial power. If Lu Bing hadn't died, Ye Xipeng might have stopped there. In the face of Zang Wufeng's pure knife to the extreme, he must be in a different place. But after Lu Bing's death, the burden of Jinyiwei was completely pressed on Ye Xipeng, and his life changed completely all of a sudden.

Just like without a cold bone, how can there be plum fragrance!

At this time, Ye Xipeng was like the Kunpeng who carried the blue sky, he vowed to break free from all shackles and lead Jinyiwei to regain its former glory. Therefore, his knife was hidden in the sheath for five years, and Ren Dongchang bullied him, but he has always walked on thin ice, and he did not dare to show a trace of edge.

The hegemony of the imperial power in the past has become stoic and resolute, and at this moment, the sword is drawn and rises even more like the wings of Kunpeng, stretching out for 90,000 miles, breaking through the clouds. In an instant, his sword transcended the human world, as if it was sublimated in the world.

It seems to be negative to the blue sky, like the red sun.

When a knife rises, it is like a thousand cloud wings, like a negative sky. A knife fell, and hundreds of millions of heroes suddenly appeared, like a scorching sun.

Zang Wufeng looked at Ye Xipeng's knife, and a smile inexplicably appeared on his face, which was as unchanged as a reef in the depths of a river.

Chaowen said, just die at night!

Zang Wufeng always thought that his sword technique had come to the end of the world, and there was no way forward. Now looking at Ye Xipeng's knife, he completely understood. Why did the ancients often say: small hidden wilderness, big hidden dynasty.

Although his seclusion in the mountains made his knife pure, it was also like the sparrow's ambition. It's a pity that he knew too late, and Zang Wufeng closed his eyes.

"When—"

The two knives were intertwined, and Zang Wufeng's knives turned into several fragments in an instant. Ye Xipeng's long knife did not reduce its remaining strength, and fell in front of Zang Wufeng.

The sword has not fallen, the man has fallen!

Like Kunpeng spreading its wings, the surging sword intent that swept through the sky had penetrated deep into Zang Wufeng's heart. In an instant, Zang Wufeng's consciousness was like a broken candle, and the wind swept by, leaving only wisps of green smoke.

Zang Wufeng fell straight down, Ye Xipeng also snorted, and the seven orifices overflowed with traces of blood.

How could there be such a pure sword intent in the world, Ye Xipeng couldn't help but marvel! Just now, the two of them swung the knife at the same time, and Ye Xipeng's consciousness saw only a white light, which was the edge of the blade.

Zang Wufeng has sharpened the edge for decades, pure without a trace of impurities.

If it weren't for Ye Xipeng's consciousness becoming extremely tenacious in the past five years, even though he had three talents and no body protection, he was not afraid of worldly swords. This pure sword intent alone was enough to cut off his consciousness and make him die.

Ye Xipeng took a deep breath and looked at Zang Wufeng's body standing for a long time.

After a long time, he looked at Mo Yunling and said secretly: "Zhu Tianwang, why haven't they acted yet?"

What he didn't know was that the four of Zhu Tianwang were all injured by Bai Yujing one by one, and at this time, they were even more restrained in the acupuncture and couldn't move. Zhu Tianwang was expecting Ye Xipeng to save them, and for this reason, he had to delay time and tell Bai Yujing a piece of news.

"You said that the four palace masters of the Demon Gate united with the Yin and Yang Ersuo to ambush the six masters of the righteous path in the mountain pass a few miles away?"

The four of Zhu Tianwang were restrained by Bai Yujing, and they had to bow their heads under the eaves, only to hear him say: "I'm afraid that the fight has started now, and the four palace masters of the Demon Gate use themselves as bait to let the Yin and Yang Ersu ambush aside, and only wait for the six masters to come over and then try to sneak attack." ”

Bai Yujing frowned slightly: "How did you Jinyiwei know about this news?"

Zhu Tianwang showed a trace of hesitation on his face, and seeing that Bai Yujing didn't seem to believe it, he said slowly: "Yin and Yang Ersu were originally the guests of the Yan family, but after the Yan family fell, it was our Jinyi Wei who bought them. ”

When Bai Yujing heard him say this, he believed Zhu Tianwang's words, and couldn't help but feel a little tricky in his heart. Yin and Yang Ersu are not mediocre hands, Bai Yujing saw them make a move five years ago. Although Bai Yujing's martial arts have improved by leaps and bounds, he doesn't dare to say that he can compete with these two people.

He thought about it for a moment and decided to go over and take a look. In the face of masters like the four palace masters of the Demon Gate, even if they went to the top of Moyunling Mountain to invite others over, I am afraid that it would be useless. asked clearly about the location of the mountain pass, moved the four of Zhu Tianwang to a corner of the village community, and ordered their dumb points before using light skills to rush to the mountain pass.

After Bai Yujing left, the four of Zhu Tianwang glanced at each other, and they all used all their strength to impact the acupoints. You have to escape before Bai Yujing comes back, otherwise you will miss a big deal.

After crossing the mountain pass, when Bai Yujing arrived, he saw that the trees had been destroyed a lot, as if there were huge beasts rampage all the way. When I looked closely, I found that most of them were traces left by swords and iron rods.

He couldn't help but follow the traces to the past, and suddenly a figure appeared in front of him.

"Dead?"

This is an old monk, Bai Yujing probed his heart, and he has indeed passed away. Thinking of the six masters of the righteous path that Zhu Tianwang said, the robe of this old monk is not like the robe of a Shaolin monk, and it should be the master of the three houses of Jiuhua Mountain.

"Fusheng Immeasurable Heavenly Venerable. ”

Bai Yujing recited a word of the word, didn't care about burying Master Sanshe, and quickened his pace towards the traces of the fight.

One of the six masters has died, and they are obviously at a disadvantage.

It didn't take long for Bai Yujing to hear the sound of a fight. From a distance, several people were fighting. Among them, the most eye-catching are two yellow-robed old monks, holding iron rods and opening and closing. Where the iron rod swept through, the trees broke and the branches were broken, and it was a mess.

However, the two men and one woman besieging them were not idle, and the black and thin old monk was holding a ring knife, and the knife light danced like a frisbee, and it invaded the two old monks again and again. If it weren't for the skillful cooperation of those two old monks, they would have been seriously injured a long time ago.

Look at the woman again, it is a spear, although the spear is not as terrifying as the battlefield general. But its subtlety is not much better, the sky is full of gun shadows, every time you can find the gap between the iron rods of the two old monks, and pierce into it.

As for the middle-aged man with a gloomy face, it seemed that he was inferior to the two, but his swordsmanship was also extremely domineering. Bai Yujing saw a faint feeling of familiarity, which seemed to be somewhat similar to the set of swordsmanship that Liu Wuya had performed in the Lotus Garden that day.

The aggression was like fire, and it was out of control.

On the other side, Yin and Yang Ersuo were fighting hotly with two veterans. The four of them were all permeated in a sword light, and the sword light was like a circle encasing a circle, and countless circles were intertwined, and no one could help anyone in a short time.

The most intense were the two people who were the farthest away from Bai Yujing, and after just one glance, he knew that both of them were already injured, and their breath was a little disordered.

Bai Yujing's arrival naturally alarmed everyone present. After all, these people are all super-first-class masters in the rivers and lakes.

"Little Taoist, hurry up and go to Moyunling to tell Wudang Zhao Shiquan and ask him to bring someone to help. Li Quangui shouted, Bai Yujing was dressed in a Taoist robe, and he also looked quite dusty, obviously not a person from the Demon Gate.

As soon as he said this, Xiao Wanyu glanced at Xiao Yan. Xiao Yan hurriedly got out, and Huanghuang stabbed Bai Yujing with a sword.

A sword attacked, Bai Yujing only felt the heat wave rolling, and it seemed that a fire dragon roared towards him.

Xiao Yan was anxious that the two monks of Shaolin Temple had not yet taken it, so he couldn't help but use all his strength as soon as he made a move. They are all old rivers and lakes, and it is impossible for Bai Yujing to carelessly stay because he is a young Taoist.

But to his surprise, despite the full strength he had, this sword containing divine will was actually blocked. The next moment, he felt a chill all over his body, and he couldn't help but hurriedly retreat. With this retreat, Xiao Yan found that the other party's swordsmanship was so fast that it was unheard of.

can only resist on the one hand, while retreating sharply, retreating three or four zhang in a row, almost retreating to the place where the two monks of Shaolin Temple are fighting.

"Where did the young master come from?" Xiao Yan's heart was full of surprise. In his opinion, it doesn't matter if this person's swordsmanship is fast. But when each sword collided with each other, it felt like a volcano bursting out, and countless heavy energies were transmitted to his hand through the long sword, which shocked him so much that he could barely hold the hilt of the sword, which made him extremely uncomfortable.

And this scene fell in the eyes of Li Quangui and others, and they were also very surprised.

What is the origin of this young Daoist, in a few breaths, he actually forced the palace master of the Southern Xuanchi Palace to fall into disadvantage, it is incredible.

"Could it be the Taibai Swordsman?"

However, this person's swordsmanship is not like the way of Taibai swordsman. Although they were puzzled, whether it was Li Quangui and the two masters, they were all refreshed. They don't want Bai Yujing to defeat Xiao Yan, as long as they can entangle Xiao Yan.

Gongsun Buzhi, who was in the distance, also saw this scene, and couldn't help but feel anxious. He and Yu Jianzi both used all their strength, and each suffered a lot of injuries. Originally, with his strength, although he didn't say that he could catch Yu Jianzi, he would not be on a par and would not be able to hold it for a long time.

It's just that he was stabbed by Zang Wufeng, the second Dao of Nanshan, five years ago, and that pure knife intent made him never recover from his old illness. A body of strength can only exert seventy percent, and only then is he entangled by the jade sword.

At the moment, I was anxious in my heart, and the knife wound on my chest couldn't help but hurt a little. Gongsun Buzhi was negligent, and his left arm was hit by the jade sword again.

Suddenly, Xiao Yan exclaimed.

Gongsun Buzhi couldn't help but be furious, and he was helpless. After thinking about it, at least I have killed Master Sanshe today, which can be regarded as a small achievement. Besides, Mrs. White Bone should have already succeeded, and the Wudang faction was afraid that it would be destroyed, so she hurriedly said loudly: "Withdraw ......"