Scholars sacrifice knives, and masters and apprentices kill each other.

In the main hall, the two innate grandmasters held swords and fought each other.

The old man of the sword god held the cold moon treasure knife in his hand and swayed it at will.

The knife gas turned into solid, like the cold moon of eternity, hanging in the air, sprinkling thousands of wisps of bright moonlight.

Every ray of moonlight is an invisible blade, which is cold into the marrow of a person, as if the body, blood, and soul are completely frozen, and all life is extinguished.

Seamless knife type!

That Fan Wuxin's face was ruined, and he was quite hideous, but the knife technique in his hand was ethereal and light, and the moves were graceful, and it was difficult to find traces.

Holding the fairy knife in his hand, his figure flickered, and he made a knife from various angles that were difficult for others to capture, only slashing the vital points of the old man.

The knives collide with each other, the strength is vertical and horizontal, the one who rubs is injured, the one who is killed is dead, from time to time someone falls down with a knife, the scene is extremely tragic, and the huge hall is filled with bloody breath everywhere.

"Run!" cried out loud and unconscious.

The people who participated in the knife tasting conference scattered and fled, panicking, and even taking the opportunity to hit, smash, and rob ...... For a while, the scene was chaotic.

Beitianmen has another congenital!

Lu Chunliang sat alone in a corner, and laid down an invisible wall of qi to blast out many unknown goods, and his eyes were fixed on the erratic figure.

The light of the knife flickered, difficult to catch with the naked eye, but it was clearly reflected in his eyes.

Innate and difficult to enter, talent, chance, comprehension...... Indispensable.

Once you are innate, you can start a sect in the martial arts and have a respected status.

The path of every innate deity is irreproducible.

And the innate nature of this North Heavenly Gate has sprung up like mushrooms after a rain, and it is not strong one after another.

What is common is that whether it is the four cheap nephews who are now imprisoned in the Wudang Town Demon Prison, or this Fan Wuxin himself, they were all stuck in front of the innate threshold before.

Once they went out of the North Heavenly Gate, they all broke through one after another!

How could it be such a coincidence?

Could it be that this North Heavenly Gate also has artificial innate means?

Demon Seed?

......

For a while, Lu Chunliang fell into deep thought.

There is a lot of fog behind this North Heavenly Gate, and it is very deep, but it has to be considered in the long run.

Sneer......

is obviously a decrepit old man who is dying, but the tyranny of the sword technique in his hand is extremely turbulent, leaving no vitality.

The swords were staggered, densely forming a net, and for a time it was shrouded in the sky above the main hall.

Skynet is magnificent, negligent but not leaky.

For a while, everyone only felt that the sword was hanging above their heads, and it fell without difference, and they suddenly felt that a great disaster was coming.

And the knife net contracted, and there was an invisible flickering knife light that was forced out of the void, rushing left and right, but there was nowhere to escape.

"What if you have a fairy knife in your hand? Under the old man's knife, you are still too tender! Obediently hand over the fairy knife, if you don't think the old man will leave you with a whole corpse for the sake of the master and apprentice!" The old man of the sword god smiled, but his eyes were full of ruthlessness and murderous intent.

"Master, do you want this fairy knife so much? Then give it to you!" At this time, Fan Wuxin was not shocked and laughed, with a strange expression, and pushed it with one hand.

Sou!

The fairy knife in his hand actually shot out, stabbing straight at the center of the sword god's eyebrows.

"What?" Seeing this, the old man of the sword god instinctively reached out and grabbed it.

Although the flying knife is fast, but in front of the first knife in the world, it is not enough to see at all, he immediately held the knife in his hand, and immediately felt that the knife body contained a mysterious qi, looming, if there is nothing, it is difficult to snoop.

But there is a certain supreme and wonderful essence in it.

Sword spirit, sword ruthlessness, gun ......

There are thousands of weapons, and the eighteen blades have their own essence.

Among them, the knife is known for being domineering and ruthless, cutting down with a knife, there is no return, and there is no mercy.

The strength of the knife is also even more domineering, difficult to control, once you are not careful, you will hurt others and yourself.

But at this time, in this fairy knife, he found that the original fierce and incomparable knife strength seemed to be completely tamed, and it was so sharp that it turned into a soft finger.

The strength of the knife is destroyed, but at this moment, it penetrates into the rotten material of the woodcutter itself like spring breeze and rain, turning stones into gold......

Broken knives turn into fairy knives!

Do immortals cut the flood with a sword?

The old man of the sword god had a profound realm, and he immediately understood that this knife must have been used by a top master, and under the infection of the qi machine, the dilapidated woodcutter underwent an essential transformation.

When I think of the legend of this fairy knife itself, it doesn't seem like it's groundless.

If you can get your hands on it for long-term research, you will be able to get a glimpse of the higher attainments of the sword path under the bypass.

As a great achiever among the swordsmen, he was happy to get the sword for a while.

But before he could rejoice more, he only heard a loud shout.

"Look at the knife!" The thought turned, but in an instant, the old man of the sword god raised more than ten eyelids, and saw that Fan Wuxin's face with dense scars was hideous, close in front of him, and he didn't know when he held another knife in his hand.

This knife is not an ordinary knife, it is clear and transparent, with light flashing on it, flowing like water, bursting with color, reflecting the illusion of dreamy glass.

For a while, it makes people's hearts trance, and they are trapped in it, and it is difficult to extricate themselves.

Even the old man of the sword god was confused for a moment, but just a spirit, he woke up and took ten steps back before he wiped the knife dangerously.

"The flowers are gradually becoming charming, this knife has no heart!" Seeing this, the old man of the sword god immediately snorted coldly, "The Fan family's seven-colored exquisite heart knife is really in your hand." You hide it so deeply, the old man has taken you in since he was a child, but he never found out!"

"Master, it's not too late to find out now!" Fan Wuxin held the knife in his hand, and the exquisite knife burst out with seven-colored light reflected on his face, looking more and more treacherous.

"Good boy, although the Fan family's heart knife is not bad, but now that you have presented the fairy knife, you will not be guilty of the past!" the old man of the sword god laughed strangely.

"Really, then please ask the master to teach me again!" Fan Wuxin's tone was strange and full of mockery.

Seven Knives of Dreams!

His hand was raised slightly, and the next moment it fell silently, and in an instant, brush, brush, almost the same moment, he slashed out seven knives.

Red, orange, yellow, green, cyan, blue, purple......

The color of the knife changes, like a dream, but it contains a deadly killing machine that kills the mind.

I can't think of it, and my heart is like ashes.

"The heart knife cuts people even more! Good man, you are worthy of being the concubine of the Fan family, and you have already won the heart knife samadhi!" The old man of the sword god smiled in surprise, holding the fairy knife in his hand, and his backhand was a stroke.

The knife technique is silent, and there is nothing unusual.

"How come?" the old man of the sword god lost his voice, and the next moment the seven-colored knife had fallen on top of his head.

Laugh at!

The cold light passed, and under a knife, it seemed to be cut open from the forehead to the chest, revealing a large wound, drenched in blood.

His robe was smashed to shreds, revealing a thin skeleton-like body, a nine-foot body bowed like a hungry ghost, and the wrinkles and folds on his face were still beating up and down.

"Hahaha! Master, you call yourself the god of swords. It seems that this fairy knife is not subordinate to you!" Fan Wuxin smiled suspiciously.

The old man of the sword god didn't say a word, and tightly grasped the woodcutter, and his already bloody and hideous face became more and more gloomy.

The name of the sword god is not self-proclaimed, but the sword technique in the rivers and lakes is unsurpassed, and he is respected as the god of the sword.

I didn't expect that today he couldn't even control a small woodcutter, what kind of knife god is he?

Could it be that there are really immortals in this world?

The sharp pain in his body being slashed reminded him very clearly that in the knife path, above the sword god, there is still a more mysterious realm.

Knife Fairy?

"Senior brother, second senior brother, third senior sister! The old ghost of the sword god has been hit hard, won't the three of them make a move?" As if the victory was in hand, Fan Wuxin sighed.

The voice fell, and the audience was silent.

In the main hall, everyone seemed to have been immobilized as if they had been immobilized, and they looked at the two masters and apprentices facing each other in a daze, and found that at some point, the three sword kings of tyrant, treacherous, and cold had already stood around the old man of the sword god, forming a situation of encirclement.

The old man of the Sword God looked ugly like a ghost for a moment, "The three of you are my own disciples, and you dare to betray as a teacher?"

"Master, how could you really regard us as your apprentices? It's just a tool you used to test your sword! At the beginning, you took in a total of thirty-six people, and only four of us masters and apprentices survived, and the four junior brothers were poisoned by you. How could the three of us ever get your true biography? As the first apprentice, the Overlord Sword King stood up and said in a deep voice: "Master, you are unrighteous first, don't blame the apprentice for being unfilial behind! In the name of the first knife in the world, your old man has sat for a lifetime, and it is time to abdicate and make way for Xian!"

The King of the Trick Knife and the King of the Cold Knife stood beside him, clenching the knife in his hand, and he knew what he was thinking at a glance.

When the old man of the sword god heard this, he immediately shouted three times in a row, "Okay, good, good! I have been taking you as apprentices since I was a child, raising you as adults, passing on your sword skills, and treating you well, but I didn't expect to raise three white-eyed wolves!"

"Senior brother, senior sister, don't say more. Today's success or failure is in one fell swoop!" Fan Wuxin couldn't wait, holding the Linglong Heart Knife with both hands, he swept through the air as if there was no shadow, and slashed straight down.

"Master, offended!" The faces of the three sword kings twitched slightly, and after a moment's hesitation, they immediately left it behind, and then they took out their knives one after another.

Slaughter the common people!

A thousand cuts!

Machete waning moon!

......

The four brothers used their killing moves, turning all their hatred and resentment towards the master into the sword technique, multiplying the power.

Among the blades of the rivers and lakes, the knife technique is the most domineering.

Once it is unleashed, the sword qi reaches, everything is shattered, and even the void is added to a pulp, nirvana everything.

The butcher knife is fierce, the magic knife is weird, and the magic knife is ruthless......

The three sword kings each have obtained the essence of the sword path and turned it into moves, and they are also different.

The king of the sword rushed first, and if the mediocre move "Split Huashan" had the power of ten thousand jun, the grand sword momentum was drowned.

The trick of the sword king is vicious, the thin knife is no more than the size of a foot dagger, but the fingers dance into a ball, scraping flesh and bones.

The cold knife king is ruthless, the knife is more ruthless, the scimitar is like the moon, faint and falling, the knife is cold, and it is silently cut!

For a while, the old man of the sword god fell into the encirclement of the three sword kings.

There is also a knife that is invisible and untraceable, so that he is always facing the threat of a knife on his back.

The three sword kings attacked, and Fan Wuxin swept the formation on the side.

They are even a treasure knife in each hand, and the light of the sword flashes, destroying everything.

The old man of the sword god was besieged by the four disciples, and he was suddenly in danger.

He couldn't exert the slightest power with the wood-chopping knife in his hand, and he couldn't exert the power of his sword skills that had been tempered for thousands of times, so he dodged in a hurry for a while.

Although he was not hit by the vital point, he was hit by the knife one after another, and he was also scarred and panting.

"Okay, you're a Fan Wuxin! As a teacher, I really underestimated you! You deliberately gave me the fairy knife, but it put me in a predicament. What if it's a fairy knife? If it can't be used by me, it's ...... Waste knives!"

The old man of the sword god snorted, his eyes suddenly filled with hatred, and he slashed it in the air with the Cold Moon Treasure Knife in his hand, and slashed it on the back of the woodcutter.

Zheng!

There was a roar, and sparks flew everywhere.

The old man of the Sword God only felt a sharp shock in his hand, and the Cold Moon Treasure Knife flew back upside down.

Withstanding his full strength, the woodcutter was unscathed, seemingly shabby, but indestructible.

"Good knife! It's a pity that it can't be used by me. The old man of the sword god snorted again, and saw that Fan Wuxin and the three sword kings were surrounded by the four criminals again.

Fairy knife, it is a fairy knife!

But it's useless to take it, and it's a pity to throw it away.

At the critical moment, he immediately made a decision, "Give it back to you!"

He spit out vigorously, pushed with one hand, and the fairy knife shot out in reverse, as fast as no shadow.

"Get out of the way!" The Butcher Knife King held the Sen Ran Butcher Knife, held the knife in both arms, his muscles were knotted, and the next moment he slashed like this, his body was shocked, and the whole person flew back upside down.

Fan Wuxin, the Trickster Knife King, and the Cold Knife King took advantage of the gap to approach the past.

"Come!" At this time, the old man of the sword god stood on Mount Tai, already waiting in place, holding the Cold Moon Treasure Knife in his hand, and unfolded a heavy knife momentum, one after another, and surged back.

One person and one sword, it actually shrouded all the four rebels in the sword momentum, and they did not fall behind at all.

"What an old ghost, the sword is called a god, it's really domineering!" Fan Wuxin screamed.

For a while, the five masters and apprentices were fighting, and where they were, the sword light flashed, like a horse watching the flowers, which made people dizzy.

There is even more sword qi raging, the earth and rocks are flying, and the hall is desolate.

Boom!

The worn-out woodcutter was struck by the butcher knife king, and flew out upside down in a whirlpool, inserted into a stone pillar, and entered without roots.

"Immortal Knife, go grab Immortal Knife!"

"The sword god is also indestructible!

"If this knife can be used by me, we will no longer be afraid of the Divine Sword Villa!"

......

The people who survived the temple immediately went crazy.

The previous scenes, they all saw in their eyes.

The seemingly dilapidated wood-chopping knife was slashed with all his strength by the old man holding the Cold Moon Treasure Knife, and it was not damaged at all.

This unreasonable knife is not like a mortal thing, and only when it is ignited by immortals can it turn decay into magic.

This is not a fairy knife, and what is it?

"My, my!"

"Dare to rob my fairy knife, Lao Tzu will chop you!"

"Take away my fairy knife, spoil my chance, Lao Tzu will fight with you!"

......

Everyone in the rivers and lakes is fighting for me, slashing indiscriminately, the smell of blood is dense, and some people even rush towards the black-faced young man.

"This person is the master of the fairy sword! The old man of the sword god can't surrender the fairy knife, and if he doesn't take this person, even if the fairy knife is in hand, it's useless!"

"Bold!" The two acquired knife servants who were guarding the young man were furious, holding their knives and glaring at everyone, and took out their knives to respond.

But there was a flood of people all around, and there were too many.

Although their cultivation was good, they were also submerged in an instant and hacked to death with random knives.

Blood splattered on his face, and the black-faced boy stood in it, his body trembling slightly.

The rivers and lakes have never been the heroes of the world's imagination walking all over the place, the world is big, free to come and go, and not oppressed by anyone.

Confucianism uses literature to mess with the law, and chivalry uses martial arts to violate the ban.

Those heroes who seem to be righteous on the surface, but there are a few who secretly do not bully the common people and plunder the people's wealth.

At this time, these so-called heroic swordsmen in the rivers and lakes have green eyes, as if they regard him as some rare goods, you fight for me, who cares that he is a person?

"Bairen, live, you must live. As long as you save your life, even if you have to endure it again and again, Daddy Quanxia has knowledge, and it is enough to rest in peace......"

His father's advice was engraved in his heart, and the black-faced young man's teeth were about to be crushed, and his eyes were red.

Before he knew it, his fists clenched, his nails pierced into his palms, and blood flowed profusely.

Just when he was ready to endure all the humiliation and just hope for a glimmer of life.

With a whoosh, a woodcutter burst through the air and plunged into the bluestone ground beneath his feet.

A soft cry echoed in his ears.

"Pick up your knife!"