The knife was three feet long, somewhat similar to the blade before the ink knife. I don't know what material to make it, and it's pitch black throughout. The blade is as wide and narrow as one, and the blade is cut on one side. The tail of the knife is flat, as if it had been cut off with a weapon. It's just that this knife shone with a cold light, and although it was pitch black, it still couldn't hide its light. The previous blade of the ink knife was so plain, as black as an abyss, even the eyes would be swallowed by it.

In the final analysis, the blade used by the ink knife is just a knife after all, an ordinary 'treasure knife'.

But it is such a knife, held in the hand, the ink knife suddenly has a sense of reassurance, and in case of predicament, the ink knife also has a greater grasp of survival. It's just that Modao doesn't know when he became afraid of death. And that fear of death is not for himself.

"Please. That Zhuo Qing said a word, as if to show off, he turned over, as light as a swallow, and his body rolled in the air and fell into the courtyard, and there was not a trace of dust under his feet that was shaken. It can be seen that it has achieved light results.

Mo Dao walked slowly to the courtyard and stood quietly opposite Na Zhuo Qing.

The two were twenty paces apart, staring at each other.

"Come on, uncle!" "Greedy as Niu Niu put down the food in her hand and came outside to cheer for the ink knife, her words were straightforward, without a trace of taboo. Like the ink knife, that Niuniu also doesn't like Zhuo Qing, and there is no reason for it, just feelings.

"Mo ......" Yue Qiushui also came outside, but she couldn't shout in the end. Maybe she doesn't think it's good, but her heart is also on the ink knife's side. "Come on!" Yue Qiushui said in a very low voice.

The sudden competition attracted many onlookers. But I don't know if it's because of Zhuo Qing's usual coercion. The people just watched from a distance, and there was not a trace of cheering and cheering.

There were a few people who looked like leaders standing nearby, smiling and talking to each other.

"The masters are here too. Seeing those people, Zhuo Qing immediately said with a respectful expression.

"Let's just take a look, Young Master Zhuo doesn't have to greet a few of us. One of the older men said.

"Come on, bring some chairs. Zhuo Qing commanded, and then said to a few people: "The masters are here to help the apprentices to watch, and it is good to point out the shortcomings of the apprentices at the end." ”

"Young Master Zhuo can rest assured. ”

"There are a few masters. Zhuo Qing said, turning to look at the ink knife. "Brother Mo, since the competition is fierce, then it will be the end, I don't know what Brother Mo wants. ”

"Good. The ink knife replied.

"Hmph!" Zhuo Qing snorted coldly in his heart. Another word, that Zhuo Qing already hated the way the ink knife spoke. "If you can live up to my expectations, then forget it, if not, I won't wait for the poison to blow, and I will kill you with a sword." In Zhuo Qing's heart, the ink knife was no different from a dead man, but Zhuo Qing still didn't turn his face. First, he wants to maintain his image as a handsome son, and second, the secret behind Yue Qiushui cannot be known by others.

"Be careful!" Zhuo Qing suddenly said, "The sword is coming!" and then saw a long sword fly into his hand. There was only a man standing in the distance, and the man was still in the posture of throwing his sword.

"This habit of the eldest young master of the Zhuo family has not changed. ”

"If you want to become an immortal, in the end it's just nondescript. ”

"A lot of money was spent, but I didn't learn the immortal law at all. ”

"Why do you think he has to cultivate immortals?" asked one of the younger sect leaders.

As soon as he spoke, several other people looked at him. There was surprise in his eyes, as if he could never have imagined that he would ask such a stupid question.

"Who doesn't want to become an immortal, a high immortal ......"

Holding the long sword in his hand, Zhuo Qing instantly became as if he had changed a person, becoming sharp and dazzling, and he no longer had the feeling of being a handsome man, Zhuo Qing at this time was like a sword.

"Kill!" With a light sigh, Zhuo Qing's footsteps carried the wind, and he passed away in a flash, instantly killing the ink knife in front of him.

Although there was a knife in his hand, it was not the same knife as before. I don't know Zhuo Qing, and I don't know anything about Wu either. Without the ability to kill mortals in seconds, in the face of Zhuo Qing's long sword, the ink knife slightly sideways and used his pace to retreat.

After all, it is not a life-and-death fight, and the ink knife does not need to be attacked as fiercely as the previous dungeon. The word temptation, which had never appeared in the life of the ink knife before, is now embodied in the ink knife.

I don't know when I'll be able to get my sword back, and in order to survive more securely in the days to come, Modao decides to learn martial arts, and learn the martial arts that he abandoned a long time ago. The only thing that the ink knife knows now is the pace of the Ye Dance, although the pace is unparalleled, even the fairy sword can't help it, but after all, it is too single. The ink knife is too lacking in the means to attack.

A sword was flashed, and Zhuo Qing quickly withdrew. The tip of the sword is supported downward, and he turns around, and kicks his right leg into the lower abdomen of the ink knife.

"It's a good trick for the swallow to return to the nest. This is your mastery. One of the leaders said.

"Yes, that's my mastery. The head of the sect was held high, as if proud. "If you pass by with a sword, if you don't flash, you will not be able to do, and if you dodge, your center of gravity will be unstable. At this time, take advantage of the trend to change your moves, use the power of the sword and the ground to speed up, and take advantage of the situation, you will definitely hit!"

But as soon as the sect leader finished speaking, he saw that the ink knife just turned around, and the kick that must be hit was easily flashed.

"Ha, ha, ha, ha. Laughter came.

"How can he be so fast? When asked about the head of the sect, his face was slightly red.

The blow missed, and Zhuo Qing's feet exerted force again, and came in a roundabout way, and the tip of the sword pointed directly at the throat of the ink knife.

Tilting his head slightly, it was a fraction of a second, and the ink knife easily dodged.

Zhuo Qing frequently swords, one sword is faster than another, and one sword is more ruthless than another. It seems that the ink knife is his life and death enemy, and he has long been left behind by the point, and at this time, Zhuo Qing just wants to stab the ink knife to death. He had never been so disgraced, although he had also met masters and invincible people before. But he had never met a person like Modao who only relied on his body skills and did not use weapons to fight him.

Dodge, the ink knife is just dodging, no matter how fast Zhuo Qing's sword is, it can't touch him in the slightest. With a simple temptation, the ink knife already knew the approximate strength of this Zhuo Qing. During this period, the ink knife had more than dozens of chances to deal with Zhuo Qing with one blow.

But Modao didn't do that, he was still learning, learning Zhuo Qing's body and Zhuo Qing's moves. Even though it didn't pose any threat to himself. But Modao knew that it was only because Zhuo Qing was not fast enough, if Zhuo Qing was as fast as himself, he would know what he would do. Then this contest will be a completely different situation.

"It seems that this young master of the Zhuo family has encountered hard stubble. ”

"yes, didn't you see that the man in black never fought back? It seems to be disdainful. ”

"I think this young master of the Zhuo family is pampered, and I thought that anyone would let him. It's okay now, it's a shame. ”

The leaders of the sect talked word by word, not noticing that there was an old man standing behind them at some point.