The man stood out from the crowd, even with a mask, he still looked extremely dazzling, and even the crowd around him would unconsciously dodge and stay away from his side. 35xs

The old man, who was called the Eagle Old Ghost, obviously also saw the white-haired young man, and his eyes were shocked. At a glance, I could see the extraordinaryness of the young man.

Looking at the young man, he was full of remorse. I only hated myself for choosing the wrong direction at that time. But it's too late.

Although he can't regret it, at least he still has Ye Crazy Knife, and at this moment, the Eagle Elder has pinned all his hopes on Ye Crazy Knife.

The old men in the crowd ridiculed each other again, showing off their favorite seedlings. Only Elder Eagle remained silent.

Finally, the crowd followed the old men to the main hall.

When I looked at it from a distance, I didn't feel it, but when I got closer at the moment, I realized that this hall obviously looked much bigger, like a mountain.

The huge iron gate is as tall as a towering tree, and it even makes people feel that they have entered the world of giants through this door.

"The door is open!" said Elder Eagle as he approached.

As his words fell, the huge iron door began to open again, revealing the world within.

The first thing that catches your eye is the huge stone pillars, as many as three. This is followed by a number of buildings towering behind it. Aside from the stone pillars, this place is like a city shrouded in a large hall.

On top of the stone pillars, an old man sat on each one, except for the last one, which was somewhat dilapidated.

The old men were ancient, like dried corpses, and their eyebrows reached to their waists.

It looks like he's going to die at any moment, and there's no momentum on his body.

But when those old men opened their eyes, several rays of light were reflected in an instant, like knives and swords.

Seeing the eyes of those old men, everyone was stunned, and a chill came from their hearts.

"Eagle Feather has seen all the masters. The old man, known as the Eagle Monster, bowed deeply to the people on the stone pillar and said with a respectful expression.

Subsequently, the other old men around him also saluted.

"How many people. "One of them, with white hair and hair, was dressed in a gray robe and was unwinded. Behind his body was a long sword like a willow. He was cross-legged at the moment, his eyes half wide. But there was still a terrifying light in his eyes, and he asked expressionlessly.

"Two hundred and thirty-seven in all. Eagle Feather replied. After speaking, he added: "There is also an immortal." Speaking of the ink knife, Eagle Feather's tone was obviously tinged with a hint of anger.

The ink knife slashed his apprentice on the one hand, but more importantly, he also hated the immortals. Not only him, but it seems that the same is true of the old men, who always have a trace of coldness in their eyes when they look at the ink knife along the way.

"It's been a long time since an immortal came. Another old man also had white hair. There is a scar on his face, from his left eye to his jaw, and it is unknown who injured him. He wasn't very tall, but behind him were a pair of hammers that were completely disproportionate to his size.

The hammer was like a millstone, half his body above him, and stood behind him.

"It's the first time I've seen an immortal with a blade. Another old man said aloud. As he spoke, he looked at the ink knife. Everyone wore masks, except for the ink knife. You don't have to guess that the old man can also know that the ink knife is the only immortal.

"It turned out to be a broken knife, is he here to worship the old thirteen?"

"Possibly. But all I can say is that he chose the wrong master. ”

"Actually, the old thirteen is not bad, but he is a little more vicious and weird. ”

"It's too vicious, isn't it? ”

These old men, talking and talking, still have the same intimidating momentum as they started, but they are more like a group of old people, chatting and joking.

"Hmm......" Suddenly, a deep groan sounded, and on the stone pillar at the very front, the old man's face sank. It was his deep groan that made the other old men on the stone pillar shut their mouths.

"Is it a fairy treasure in your hand?" the old man who made a deep groan asked aloud, facing the ink knife.

"It's not. The ink knife replied.

"You have to remember that here, all immortals will become mortals, and immortal treasures will also become useless. He reminded loudly, as if he was worried that the ink knife would do whatever he wanted with the immortal treasure talisman. But if you listen carefully, the meaning of his words seems to be a wake-up call.

"Hmm. The ink knife replied, he had already thought of this kind of thing. But he doesn't have any immortal treasures on him, so he doesn't need to worry too much.

On the contrary, it was Yu Man and Ye Ji, whose hearts sank violently after hearing that the fairy treasure was useless.

"Why is he injured?" After speaking, the old man looked at Qingfeng, who was slashed by the ink knife. Its voice is so calm that it is impossible to tell whether it is joy or anger.

But when Eagle Feather heard it, his body trembled violently, and a frightened expression instantly appeared on his face. Suddenly knelt on the ground, and stopped talking. "Master......"

"Do you still think I am your master?" the old man suddenly stood up, and then in a flash, he disappeared from the stone pillar, and when he reappeared, he had already come to the front of the eagle feather.

I didn't see how he made a move at all, only that at the same time as the old man appeared, I heard a muffled sound. I was seeing that Eagle Feather had spat blood from his mouth and flew out upside down.

"Repeat what I said. Injured the eagle feather with a palm, the old man stood on the spot and said in a deep voice.

"Master, it's none of the master's business, if you want to punish me, punish me. Aomine supported the ground, and Aomine came close and said loudly.

"Quack. The old man scolded, and waved out another palm, and the next moment, Qingfeng also spat blood and flew out. Flash Dance

"I'm asking you, don't you hear? After slapping Qingfeng out of his palm, the old man said to Eagle Feather.

"The master said that immortals have absolutely safe for seven days. Eagle Feather lowered her head, like a child who had done something wrong, and whispered.

"What happens if it is violated?"

"A self-severed arm will not be restored. ”

"Execute. The old man said aloud, without waves in his tone.

Without the slightest hesitation, as the old man spoke, Eagle Feather's fingers were inserted into his own left shoulder.

"Master! Seeing this, Aomine shouted to stop.

But his words didn't have the slightest effect. Eagle Feather exerted his strength violently, and the next moment he had torn off his left arm, and blood flowed out instantly.

"Master!!" Aomine shouted, and crawled to the front of Eagle Feather. "It's in vain that you're ......"

Eagle Feather shook his head and didn't speak.

Then he looked at the old man: "Master, the apprentice chooses him." Eagle Feather pointed at the Leaf Madness Knife with his only remaining arm.

The old man followed the direction of Eagle Feather's finger and looked at Ye Maddao.

After looking up and down, there was a look of disappointment in his eyes, but he didn't say anything, and turned to leave.

At this moment, a young man dressed in shabby black clothes and without a mask on his face stood in front of him.

Seeing the old man's shot, the ink knife was shocked, because even he couldn't see how the old man appeared and how he shot.

The ink knife even suspected for a moment that the old man in front of him with white hair was an immortal.

Because the ink knife can't believe that it can reach this level with martial arts alone.

The broken knife appeared in his hand in an instant, and the ink knife was about to kill the immortals.

The old man looked at him: "Doll, you want to do it with me?"

Doll, it's the first time I've heard someone call yourself like that. Although he looked very young, because he could be reincarnated, the ink knife had lived for an unknown number of years, so long that he had forgotten it.

However, what it was called, Mo Dao didn't care, he just wanted to know now whether the old man in front of him was an immortal or not.

Since entering this Absolute God Valley, the ink knife has not only become the same as a mortal, but even the ability to feel the fluctuation of immortal power has disappeared.

Therefore, Mo Dao did not rush to make a move, but asked out loud: "Are you an immortal?" Although he could always hear that immortals would become mortals after approaching the Valley of the Absolute Gods, after all, it was not what Mo Dao had seen with his own eyes, so he couldn't fully trust such a statement.

"What do you mean by that?" did not answer, and the old man asked rhetorically.

"You just made a shot. "The meaning of the ink knife is very simple, that kind of speed is not something that mortals can achieve.

"Sit in the well and watch the sky. Obviously, the old man also heard the meaning of Modao's words, but he sneered and said. This can be described as a blatant contempt.

Don't ask any more, since you can't ask the result, the ink knife can only be confirmed by hand.

Because I saw the old man in front of him make a move, until his speed was fast. At the beginning, the ink knife used the body technique he had comprehended.

In an instant, he approached the old man and slashed with his sword.

The old man, who was still disdainful of the ink knife, saw the ink knife body method, and his eyes lit up violently.

"This is the basis for you to cut off Qingfeng. The old man said softly, clearly seeing the extraordinaryness of the ink knife body method.

Then he moved at the same time as the ink knife was shot.

Rushing to the ink knife with footwork. The two instantly hit one place.

I don't know if it was intentional, but this time, the old man's speed was no longer as fast as it was at the beginning. Its figure is even more clearly visible.

But even so, the ink knife is still a little difficult to deal with.

Although he can still barely dodge with his body technique, he is no longer the same as before, he can always dodge by a fraction, but he will be touched by the old man in front of him every time.

Although the injury was not serious, the body of the ink knife was gradually losing its effect.

On the other hand, the old man, the more he slapped his face, the stronger the smile became, and the expression on his face changed from disdain at the beginning to appreciation.

"Move with the wind, walk with the wind. The stronger the enemy's attack, the more free they are to dodge. Not bad, not bad. The old man said aloud, and in a few words, he said the essence of the ink knife body method.

"But to do this, you have to have a lot of practical experience, and experience is not enough, you also need a certain amount of talent and intuition. But I can't think of why an immortal would know how to use such a body. The old man looked puzzled.

"Isn't it true that immortals can take people's lives with a snap of their fingers?" the old man asked aloud, facing the ink knife, but the movements in his hands did not decrease. A punch slammed into the ink knife in the shoulder.

The ink knife that only shook retreated frequently, almost messing up the rhythm.

Fortunately, the ink knife stabilized its shape at the last moment.

But Modao knew in his heart that if he continued like this, not to mention cutting off the hands and feet of the old man in front of him and confirming whether he was an immortal, even he himself might not be able to protect himself.

Moreover, the ink knife also found that the old man in front of him seemed to have been keeping his hand.

But this may be an opportunity.

A thought came to Ink Knife's mind.

Then the ink knife attack was more ferocious, and at the same time, the speed of the body was brought into play.

In the face of the old man's fists, he no longer blindly dodged, but spelled out the knife, and at the moment of dodging, the hand broke off and the knife naturally followed the body.

At this moment, the broken knife in the hand of the ink knife is like the rhizome of a leaf, and every gust of wind will naturally turn to the old man in front of him.

"Huh?" the old man sighed, and the excitement in his eyes intensified. Even with a little bit of incredulity. "It's getting stronger!"

Facing the ink knife, the old man at this time was no longer as handy as he was at the beginning, and he was almost cut by the ink knife several times. Because although each of his exertions could cause damage to the ink knife, it was followed by a broken knife attacking him.

The angles of the force are just right, and more importantly, every time it is immediately behind his fists, making it difficult for him to dodge.

In the face of such an attack method as the ink knife, the old man at this moment had an indescribable sense of depression.

It felt like there was another one in front of him that he was fighting against.

After a long time, the old man seemed to have lost his nature. I no longer want to be entangled with the ink knife, and my body is suddenly more than several times faster than before.

In an instant, he rushed behind the ink knife, and slapped the back of the ink knife with one palm.

His speed was so fast that the ink knife didn't even have time to react.

But there was no panic on Modao's face. For he was waiting for the old man to speed up.

Keep your hand all the time, and then suddenly exert force, the strength will inevitably be much greater.

The wind can blow the leaves, but strong winds can still penetrate the leaves. That's exactly what Ink Knife thought about.

Standing still, the ink knife was ready to slam the old man's palm without the slightest resistance.

In an instant, there was a thud, and the old man's single palm instantly passed through the back of the ink knife to his chest.

"You!" the old man was startled, although he used all his strength, but according to his thoughts, even if the ink knife could not dodge this palm, it would not hurt so badly.

But he saw that his hand had passed through the body of the ink knife, although at the last moment he deliberately deviated from the point of the ink knife. But this injury is enough to kill a person.

The thought of killing someone made the old man's face change dramatically in an instant. There was even a deep fear in his eyes.

At this moment, the ink knife, which had been regarded as a dead man by the old man, suddenly moved.

I saw the ink knife grab the old man's single palm that passed through his body with one hand, and then slash at it violently.

Because he violated the rules, the old man was still in a daze. But I didn't want the ink knife to move suddenly, and I didn't reflect it for a while.

It was too late to find out, and the ink knife hand broke off and slashed at his arm in an instant.

In an instant, blood splattered, and one of the old man's arms was cut off by the ink knife and fell to the ground.

For a moment, all the old men on the stone pillars stared at the severed arm in disbelief. Even a few of them rubbed their eyes, as if they couldn't believe what they were seeing was real.

"How is this possible! The Great Palm Sect has had his arm cut off!"

At this time, the ink knife only felt that his vision was getting darker and darker, and his body began to feel cold. But Modao was not worried that he would die, because of the old man's previous words.

(End of chapter)