All the immortals were seriously injured, and at this moment they looked at the ink knife with a look of hope in their eyes, pinning all their hopes on the ink knife, hoping that it could save them from fire and water. Flash Dance

They knew that once the Ink Knife was defeated, once they fell into the hands of this group of mortals, there was only a dead end waiting for them.

Everyone prayed in their hearts, praying that the Ink Knife could win, and at this moment the Ink Knife had been regarded as their savior.

The six of them besieged for a long time, and apart from the previous sword, no one could hurt the ink knife.

As time passed, sweat began to fall on their foreheads, and although they had been holding their strength, the long fight had already drained their physical strength.

At this time, the six people were no longer as sharp as before, and the cooperation between them gradually began to show flaws.

A long sword struck, and the ink knife retreated to dodge.

At this time, the second person should have followed closely and not given Modao a chance to breathe, but perhaps because he was too tired, the person was stunned for a moment.

It was this slight stunned that allowed the ink knife to find an opportunity.

Instead of attacking the man who stood still, the ink knife turned around and went straight to the man who had just swung the sword.

At this moment, the man still maintained a forward posture, without the enemy on his belly and back, and the ink knife took advantage of this moment to swing the knife and slash each other.

The hand broke and the knife swung out violently, and the knife flashed and went straight to the man's arm.

The man didn't notice the broken knife at all, and in his mind, it was impossible for the ink knife to have a chance to shoot, and the remaining five people would not give the ink knife a chance.

It was this thought that made him careless.

In an instant, blood splattered, and a broken arm fell to the ground. At this time, the ink knife had turned behind him, and the knife in his hand was slashed again, trying to look at his other arm.

At this time, a figure suddenly flashed by, and the figure was extremely fast, rushing to the front at the same time as the broken knife fell, and a long sword in his hand was like a turning monster python, and it was suddenly drawn on the blade of the broken knife.

Hearing a snap, the crotch of the broken knife was lowered.

missed a blow, and the ink knife did not fight, and withdrew and jumped out of the circle.

At this moment, he finally got rid of the siege of those six people, which should have been celebrated, but at this moment, the expression in Mo Dao's eyes was even more serious.

Looking at the person who suddenly appeared in front of him, Modao's spirit tensed.

He knew that this was another master, a master of martial arts. From the end to the moment in the Valley of the Absolute Gods, the ink knife encountered too many martial arts masters along the way.

It seems that everyone here has a special skill.

This can't happen outside.

"You hurt him. Yin Feng whispered, looking at the man whose arm had been cut off, his eyes full of self-blame.

Suddenly, he looked up at the ink knife, and said word by word with a pair of eyes full of murderous intent: "You deserve to die!"

Then he left the man with the broken arm in the care of five others. Flash Dance

After doing everything, without the slightest nonsense, a dodge rushed to the ink knife and stabbed with a swing of the sword.

Modao knew that the person in front of him was powerful, but now was not the time to escape.

It's not that Modao cares about face, running away from this kind of thing, Modao never feels ashamed, as long as it is necessary, he will definitely turn around and flee when facing a strong enemy.

But at this moment, the ink knife did not escape.

He has become a mortal, and he wants to use this opportunity to recognize his strength as much as possible. To know oneself and know one's opponent, what the ink knife has to do now is to know oneself.

Modao doesn't know who else he will meet in the future, and he doesn't know how strong the immortals he will meet in the future.

If it was outside the Valley of the Absolute Gods, with a knife in hand, the ink knife would not worry about these at all. But now it is different, he is a mortal, the power of the sword has disappeared, and he can only rely on martial arts to fight the enemy.

But for martial arts, except for the body technique that he realized in the underground city, the rest of the ink knives don't know anything, and they only fight the enemy through instinct.

This is the weakness of the ink knife, but it can also be turned into an advantage.

At this moment, the ink knife is like a blank piece of paper,

So learning everything will be very fast.

In the face of the long sword, the ink knife withdrew to dodge, and at the same time swung the knife to meet the attack.

Relying on the body method, he moved with strength, and the knife in his hand went to the man's lower abdomen while retreating.

Yin Feng had already discovered that the ink knife body method was extremely weird, so he also had a twelve-point spirit at this moment.

Despite this, when the sword pierced the air, Yin Feng was still slightly stunned, and his eyes showed a little surprise.

If you don't fight, you can't find out, and at this moment, Yin Feng felt the weirdness of the ink knife body method.

In his eyes, the step of the ink knife was too casual and too thrilling, and his sword was only one point away from the key point of the ink knife.

But this difference has become an insurmountable distance at this moment.

No matter how many swords Yin Feng stabbed, they were all dodged by a fraction of a second.

What surprised Yin Feng even more was that the ink knife at this moment seemed to be tied to the tip of his sword. His sword stopped there, the ink knife stopped there, he moved, the ink knife moved with his sword, he stopped, and the ink knife stopped with his sword.

Gradually, Yin Feng began to speed up the speed of the long sword, one move was faster than another, and one sword was faster than another. Push your speed to the limit.

And the ink knife, as always, gave up swinging the knife and only dodged frequently.

Seeing the ink knife like this, Yin Feng's heart instantly rose with anger. He felt that Modao was underestimating him, and he didn't bother to shoot back.

But only Modao knew that he couldn't strike anymore at the moment.

"Hanging!" Suddenly, Yin Feng let out a loud sigh, and the sword in his hand actually rose out of his hand.

But instead of flying out and stabbing at the ink knife, it stayed at the height of three fingers above his wrist.

At this moment, Yin Feng's hand was like a magnet, firmly absorbing the long sword. Flash Dance

The blade of the sword kept rolling sideways, making a whining wind.

The long sword hung in the air for a moment, Yin Feng suddenly accelerated, and rushed towards the ink knife. And the long sword followed him, rushing to the ink knife.

When he came to the ink knife, Yin Feng did not use the sword, but stretched out his fists and hit the ink knife.

The body pressed down, and the right fist went straight to the ink knife face door.

Seeing that Yin Feng actually abandoned the long sword and used his fists instead, a trace of doubt flashed in the ink knife's eyes. But there was no momentary hesitation in the movements of his hands. Swinging the knife to resist, the blade went straight to Yin Feng's right fist.

But at the moment when the ink knife was shot, his feet suddenly froze, and then his whole body began to jump backwards with strength.

For the first time, this was the first time that the ink knife had reacted so much to an enemy attack.

In the past, in the face of enemy attacks, he either turned sideways slightly, or moved lightly, dodging by the slightest difference. But this time it was a backward jump.

Although he was surprised, the ink knife still stopped swinging his knife and jumped backwards following his instinct.

Dodged Yin Feng's single fist, but just when the ink knife wanted to take advantage of this gap to attack, suddenly a sword light flashed, and I saw that the long sword that had been suspended above Yin Feng's wrist suddenly drew a strange arc and slashed towards the ink knife.

And the ink knife was just a fraction of a second away from the long sword that slashed at the moment.

This sword instantly shocked Mo Dao's heart, it was the first time he had seen someone use a sword like this.

If he hadn't reacted instinctively, he would have been struck by this sword.

Because Yin Feng just now suddenly switched to using his fists, the distance between him and the ink knife was tightened. At that distance, with the current ink knife, it was impossible to react at all.

"I see. At this moment, the ink knife finally understood why Yin Feng gave up the long sword and used his fists instead.

In order to get closer to him, so that he has no time to react.

In addition, because the long sword has been taken off, the trajectory of movement is irregular. This makes it even more difficult for the ink knife to deal with.

It's just that the ink knife doesn't understand why the long sword has been staying on Yin Feng's wrist.

Moving with a sword is something that only immortals can do.

"Could it be that he is also an immortal?" thought to Modao, but he quickly dismissed the idea himself. Even if the person in front of him is an immortal, he has already lost his immortal power.

Looking at the long sword that kept tumbling on Yin Feng's wrist, the ink knife knew that it was most likely a martial art that he had never touched.

Modao never thought that Wu could be so magical.

But now is obviously not the time to be surprised, a blow missed, Yin Feng cursed: "Damn!" The strange body of the ink knife was giving him a headache.

Again, Yin Feng swung his fist, and before he swung his fist, his wrist shook violently, and the tumbling of his suspended long sword was much faster than before.

Yin Feng swung his fists, whirring the wind, and after each blow, the levitating long sword would draw a strange arc and go straight towards the ink knife.

At this moment, Modao felt that he was fighting against two people. One with a fist, the other with a sword. He was beaten for a while and had no power to fight back.

Finally, this time it was the ink knife that sweated first.

His breathing was no longer as steady as before, and his steps began to shake weakly.

There were several times when he almost failed to dodge Yin Feng's attacks.

"Hanging!" another shout. The long sword that had been levitating seemed to have finally exhausted its strength and returned to Yin Feng's hand.

With the sword in his hand, Yin Feng's old trick was repeated, and with a flick of his wrist, the long sword was suspended.

Punch at the ink knife.

"It seems that the rumors are indeed false. Seeing that the ink knife was weak and weak, his forehead was full of sweat. Yin Feng sneered: "You don't even have the qualifications to let me use a night detective." ”

As he spoke, Yin Feng rushed to the ink knife again, punched and slashed, and slashed at the ink knife with a wrist levitating long sword.

This time, the ink knife did not dodge, and did not completely surrender control of the body to instinct.

Looking at the slashing long sword, the ink knife leaned back to the limit, first dodging Yin Feng's single fist and then swinging the knife to protect the door in front of him.

After a few battles, the ink knife had gradually discovered that although the movement trajectory of the long sword was weird, it was not deliberately done by Yin Feng. Because there were several times, even Yin Feng himself was dodging the long sword attack.

Knowing this, Modao decided to counterattack. Although with his current skills, he is obviously not Yin Feng's opponent in front of him.

But at this moment, Modao already had a plan in his heart. And Modao also has a certain understanding of his current self.

What he lacks most at the moment is the means of attack.

To put it bluntly, his moves are too simple, only very ordinary slashes, and there are no moves at all.

Ink Knife decided to learn some attack techniques in the Valley of the Absolute God, so that he could only kill the extremely skilled Immortal when he faced him.

Because not every time there will be such good fortune that someone can take advantage of.

Thinking of this, Modao decided to solve Yin Feng in front of him first, just so that he could take this opportunity to determine the rules here.

At this moment, the long sword drew a strange arc and slashed towards the ink knife from the bottom up.

As Mo Dao thought, this long sword was obviously not under Yin Feng's control.

At this time, it only needs to swing its sword and slash at the throat of the ink knife, which must be able to cause a lot of damage to the ink knife, but the long sword is slashed at the waist of the ink knife.

Swinging the knife to block, the ink knife easily blocked the long sword, and the hand interrupted the knife force, knocking the long sword away at once.

The long sword was knocked away, but Yin Feng's face did not show the slightest panic, but a smile flashed.

One of them rushed to the ink knife and punched at it. He was waiting for this opportunity, to take advantage of the instant attack when the ink knife was attacked.

At this time, the ink knife did not have time to fight back at all, and was hit by Yin Feng with a punch. Fortunately, in the end, the ink knife forcibly turned his body to avoid the fatal place, but Yin Feng's punch still hit him in the back.

In an instant, the ink knife felt a huge force coming from his back, and his body flew out in response, and at the same time, a mouthful of blood spurted out.

After that, the ink knife that fell to the ground turned over and stood up, turned around and fled.

"He was defeated...... "The immortals who fell to the ground looked at the figure of the ink knife fleeing, their eyes full of despair.

They never thought that an immortal would be so undignified and turn around and run away.

At this moment, they were desperate to the extreme, and when they thought of their next fate, their bodies began to tremble.

They began to shout, desperately calling for Modao, hoping that Modao would come back and save them.

But all they got was a staggered back.

"Want to escape?" Yin Feng let out a sneer. "If you had fled in the first place, I might have really had no way to deal with you, but now that you remember to escape, isn't it too late? ”

With a dodge, Yin Feng instantly appeared behind the ink knife, and slashed with the long sword in his hand.

At this moment, his eyes were full of disdain, and he even regretted why he attached so much importance to the ink knife.

Because the more he attached importance to the Ink Knife, the more it meant that he believed that the rumor that the Ink Knife had injured the Great Elder was true.

It wasn't until he saw the ink knife fleeing at this moment that he could finally be sure that the rumors were false. This made him start to blame himself for not believing in the Great Elder, but choosing to believe the rumors.

There is no intention of paying attention to it, looking at the ink knife that is staggering at the moment.

Yin Feng swung his sword and stabbed, stabbing very casually, and even his eyes were not on the ink knife. Because he believed that even if the ink knife took this opportunity to sneak attack, he would feel confident to dodge.

At this moment, Modao was already a dead man in his heart.

But at this moment, the ink knife, which had been facing away from Yin Feng, suddenly turned around, and did not swing the knife to resist, let alone dodge.

I saw that there was one more person in his arms, and that person had his arms cut off, and he was covering his mouth and nose with an ink knife at this time, and he couldn't make a sound.

Looking at the long sword that was coming straight towards him, he was instantly terrified, but no matter how much he struggled, he couldn't break free from the shackles of the ink knife.

Yin Feng also found this person, but at this moment it was too late for him to stop.

In an instant, there was a pop, and the long sword instantly pierced the man's heart. The man struggled only slightly, and then tilted his head to the side and died.

"You!" Yin Feng looked at the ink knife, his eyes widened. But he only said one word, and suddenly his whole body twisted together, as if a pair of hands grabbed his head and feet at the same time, twisting his body into a ball like twisting a twist.

Yin Feng didn't even scream, leaving only a pool of blood, and then disappeared.

(End of chapter)