After the poison, the ink knife moved more and more slowly. The flying knife never stopped, and many times, the ink knife was just dodging.

But the black figure never retreated, and still moved straight forward. There is no way back for the ink knife, the knife is not there, and the blood drink cannot be used. At this time, the ink knife can only rely on itself completely.

For the first time, the ink knife was fighting completely on his own, without any external force, only himself.

The rain is falling, it is the rain of arrows, the light is flashing, it is the flying knife.

The ink knife fought alone, although he was exhausted, like a trapped beast, but the beast was a beast after all, even if he only smelled a trace of blood, he would go crazy.

The knife in his hand was waved, and the rain of arrows and flying knives fell one after another. Finally, the ink knife approached in front of Na Zhuo Ding.

The rain of arrows stopped at this time, for fear of hurting Zhuo Ding.

Without the arrows, the pressure of the ink knife suddenly decreased a lot.

"Kill. The ink knife snorted, the knife was in the hand, and it was held back. The body rotates, like the wind, like dust, and chases after it. With the help of force, he drew an arc, and the knife in his hand went straight to Zhuo Ding's throat. The first time, the ink knife started to kill a mortal, and the first time, the ink knife moved to kill mortals. On the back of a hundred generations, countless immortals have been killed. The killing intent that permeated the ink knife's body, how could that mere mortal do anything.

The knife is just a simple knife, so simple that Zhuo Ding doesn't even bother to dodge it in ordinary times. But in the face of the ink knife, Zhuo Ding only felt as if he was facing a mountain, and his qi was completely locked. Don't say move, Zhuo Ding at this time couldn't even move his eyes for half a minute.

Zhuo Ding didn't believe it, he didn't believe that the ink knife would have such a compelling momentum. But at this time, the facts were in front of him, and he couldn't help but believe it.

At the moment of life and death, Zhuo Ding bit the tip of his tongue, and the pain of drilling his heart instantly spread all over his body. Relying on pain to overcome fear, the next moment Zhuo Ding finally regained body control.

Facing the ink knife and long knife, Na Zhuo Ding did not raise troops to greet him. He didn't have the courage to do that. In the face of the knife, Zhuo Ding only felt that Mount Tai was overwhelmed, the sky collapsed, and if he raised troops to meet him, he would inevitably die.

At this time, Zhuo Ding already regretted a little, regretting why he had to fight with the ink knife. He only needs to hide from a distance, meet him with feathered arrows, and only need to wait for the poison in the ink knife's body to completely attack, and he has no strength to fight again, and then he can put the ink knife to death. But he was too greedy, not only greedy for Yue Qiushui's sword technique, but also for the unpredictable body of the ink knife, he also tried to possess it.

The knife of the ink knife comes in an instant, a moment of life and death. Na Zhuo Ding used all his strength and threw out a flying knife in an instant.

Without stabbing at the ink knife, Zhuo Ding's target was Yue Qiushui.

Looking at the cold eyes of the ink knife, Zhuo Ding knew that even if he threw the flying knife at the ink knife, it would be useless, and the ink knife, which was already desperate, would definitely choose to die with him.

Zhuo Ding is gambling, betting that the ink knife will kill him desperately, or withdraw to save people.

A trace of gray hair fell, and the knife of the ink knife stopped at the last moment, only half an inch away from Na Zhuo Ding's throat.

But the ink knife couldn't be cut off in the end, and the silver flash couldn't escape his eyes, looking at the flying knife that went straight to Yue Qiushui. The ink knife turned around to the limit, and it was too late to chase the flying knife.

Raise your hand and raise your knife. The ink knife threw his own knife at Yue Qiushui as well.

The next moment, two knives, one large and one small, collided in an instant when they were close to Yue Qiushui, and scattered and fell.

Yue Qiushui's crisis was resolved, but the ink knife crisis had just begun.

Just when the ink knife turned around and threw the knife to save people, that Zhuo Ding instantly sneaked attack. The soft sword in his hand slashed at the back of the ink knife from top to bottom.

Blood poured out in an instant, and the ink knife almost fell to the ground.

The body is forward, and the force is under the feet. When the sword slashes at the body. The ink knife rolled over and rolled quickly, distancing itself from Zhuo Ding.

The back ached, like a fire, and black blood droplets fell to the ground with a ticking sound.

"Let's go. "The ink knife said to Yue Qiushui, as long as he does not die, as long as he does not enter reincarnation, the ink knife can fight again. It's just that at this moment, he has no time to take care of Yue Qiushui at all. Zhuo Ding will not kill Yue Qiushui, Yue Qiushui is more important to him than everything, from the fact that Zhuo Ding brutally killed his parents and children for the secret of Yue Qiushui, the ink knife can know that Yue Qiushui is safe at this moment. As long as he entangles Zhuo Ding, no one can hurt Yue Qiushui.

"But you ......" Looking at the seriously injured ink knife, Yue Qiushui was reluctant to leave.

"Take care of Niu Niu. Modao said. These days, I have a little understanding of Yue Qiushui's ink knife, and let Yue Qiushui escape at this moment, the ink knife is clear, she must be unwilling. Therefore, the ink knife mentions Niu Niu. "For her sake, you must run. ”

"But ......" Yue Qiushui was still unwilling.

"Let's go!" exclaimed. Then the voice became soft again: "Don't let my death be meaningless. The same words were uttered by the ink knife. Modao was not afraid of death, because he could be reincarnated. But at this moment, Modao was afraid, he was afraid of forgetting, afraid of losing, losing the people he had met these days, and the memories he had left behind.

Modao is very grateful to Yue Qiushui, Yue Qiushui let him experience the feeling of being a man. Although it was short-lived, it made the ink knife unforgettable for a lifetime.

Tears, Yue Qiushui's face only had tears. She understands, she understands what the ink knife says. For Niuniu, she needs to live, and only she can save Niuniu at this time. But who? Who can save the ink knife?

Yue Qiushui hated, hated his own incompetence, hated why he couldn't help Modao. The sword trick is obviously in her heart, but no matter what she does, she can't activate half a point.

Live by heart, die by heart.

"I'm willing, I'm willing to die for him!," Yue Qiushui shouted loudly, but the sword in her hand was straight at the sky, without a trace of change.

"Run, the farther away the better. I can die, but you can't. Seeing Yue Qiushui shouting desperately and swinging her sword desperately, Modao knew that she wanted to help herself, but Modao was unwilling to let Yue Qiushui get involved in this life-and-death dispute.

"Are you willing to die for me......" Yue Qiushui's eyes were only moved.

"Yes. Modao said. He has always been willing, willing to die for this life-saving benefactor, but when Yue Qiushui was willing to be a hostage in exchange for his life, the feeling of the ink knife changed. is also willing to die for Yue Qiushui, but it is no longer to repay the life-saving grace at the beginning. At this moment, the ink knife is repaying fate, and the fate of letting him meet Yue Qiushui this time gives him an emotional fate. At this moment, the ink knife no longer lives to destroy immortals, but to die for mortals.

didn't say anything, Yue Qiushui lowered her head, making it impossible to see her expression clearly. began to slowly retreat.

Seeing that Yue Qiushui was about to escape, the black-clothed men on the roof drew their bows and prepared to stop them.

Suddenly, Zhuo Ding's voice came. "Don't move!" ordered Zhuo Ding. If the person escapes, he can still be caught, and if he dies, then the sword technique will disappear completely.