Immortal! The ink knife showed a solemn look in his eyes. Looking at the immortal costume in front of him, the ink knife can know that this immortal is the weakest of the immortals, mortal immortals. But immortals are immortals after all, even the weakest mortal immortals are extraordinary.

"Let's go!" Mo Dao asked Liao Chutian to take the woman and Niuniu to escape first, and he was behind. Saving people is the only purpose of Modao's here.

"No! When did I, Liao Chutian, abandon my friends, and ignore it!" Liao Chutian's eyes changed, he was not as timid as before, he really didn't want to escape.

"Quick!" Mo Dao didn't understand why Liao Chutian suddenly became so stupid and wanted to give up the opportunity to escape. But at this time, there is no room for delay, if it is noticed by other immortals, there will be no chance to escape.

"No!" Liao Chutian was resolute.

"If you don't leave, you'll die. Ink Daodao.

"But......" Liao Chutian wanted to say something, but faced the decisive gaze of the ink knife. Liao Chutian swallowed his words back. Liao Chutian knew that the choice of the ink knife was right, but his conscience never wanted him to abandon the ink knife. But there is no way to do this, because they have to face immortals.

"To live. Liao Chutian said, carrying the woman behind him, holding Niuniu and turning around and fleeing.

"Can't you hear my words?" The immortal saw Liao Chutian fleeing, and a trace of displeasure flashed in his eyes. In his opinion, a mere mortal should turn a deaf ear to his own orders, and even ignore his own existence, which he did not allow as an immortal. How can a mortal violate the will of the immortals, this is a great rebellion!

Na Fan Immortal said, with a slight wave of his arm, a cold wind blew out, heading straight for Liao Chutian.

With an instant force under his feet, the ink knife came behind Liao Chutian, and his hands covered his head to block the vital point. In an instant, I heard a bang, and the cold wind hit the arm of the ink knife.

The ink knife felt a huge force coming from above his arm, and the next moment his body flew out upside down, and there were bursts of sharp pain from his arm.

"Presumptuous!" the mortal immortal scolded. In the face of anger, mortals dared to violate his majesty as an immortal again.

Although the ink knife arm hurts, there is no time to scruple at this moment. At the moment of falling to the ground, the ink knife supports the ground with one palm to prevent the body from falling, and then rolls back, steps forward with his left foot, extends his right leg backwards, and grabs the ground with both hands. Adjust the power position to the best.

The next moment, the ink knife used both arms violently, and his body rushed out instantly. At that moment, the figure of the ink knife was like a meteor, drawing a black trajectory.

What the ink knife thought in his heart at this time was to be fast! He wanted to rush to the front of the Fan Immortal in an instant, and he wanted to fight the Fan Immortal in an instant, so that the Fan Immortal would not have the opportunity to perform any immortal spells. The knife is not there, this is the only way for the ink knife to drag the immortal at this time.

"Stupid. Seeing the ink knife rushing towards him, the immortal said lightly. Then there was another wave of the hand, and the cold wind appeared again.

There is no stopping, no dodging, and any extra movement at the moment will affect the speed of the ink knife. At the moment when the cold wind appeared, the ink knife exerted its strength again, jumped up violently and shrunk its body into a ball, so that the resistance of the cold wind was reduced to a minimum.

In an instant, blood splattered. Scars appeared on the body of the ink knife. This cold wind is different from the previous ones, if the cold wind was like a hammer before, this cold wind is a sword.

Modao only felt as if his body was about to be torn apart by the cold wind, and sharp pain came from all over his body. But in order to support the immortal, the ink knife can no longer take care of these.

Enduring the pain, the ink knife finally arrived in front of the immortal.

"Hmph!" the fairy sneered, he wanted to laugh at the ink knife, laugh at the stupidity of the ink knife. He wanted to say that even if a mere mortal comes to me, what can he do, killing you is just a gesture of his hand. But before he could say anything, he saw a fist come to his face.

The sword has long been returned to Liao Chutian, and the ink knife is not good at using the sword, but it is cumbersome to hold it. At this time, the ink knife frequently punched, each punch carried a sound of wind, and each punch was extremely heavy.

In the face of the fist of the ink knife, the immortal could only dodge. After all, he is only an immortal, and martial arts are not his strengths.

In an instant, the ink knife and the immortal were entangled in one place.

At this time, the spirit of the ink knife was highly concentrated, and his eyes were staring at the hands of the immortal. Every time the immortal was about to cast an immortal spell, the ink knife interrupted it.

"Ah!!h

Relying on Ye Wu's body method, the ink knife tossed and turned and never left the immortal half a step. Occasionally, with a punch on the immortal's body, the ink knife would quickly follow and fight again. It's just that as time goes by, the body of the ink knife becomes slower and slower, and the punches are not as dense as they were at the beginning. After all, he is mortal, and he will eventually get tired.

Facing the ink knife whose body technique gradually slowed down, the immortal finally found a chance to cast the immortal method. "Get out!" the immortal let out a loud sigh, pinched the immortal with his hand, and waved his right arm violently, and a cold wind hit and instantly blew the ink knife upside down and flew out.

The next moment, the immortal soared into the air, he wanted to fly into the air, fly to a place where the ink knife could not reach, and then fiercely clean up the ink knife.

Just as he was about to take off, a hand firmly grasped his ankle.

The next moment, the immortal rose into the air as he wished, but there was one more person on his leg, the ink knife.

"Die, die, die!" The fairy's face became distorted, as if he had become extremely angry, so angry that he forgot to cast the immortal spell, and was just kicking the head of the ink knife with his foot.

The ink knife hugged it so tightly that even the bones of the arm made a soft sound. There is not enough time, not enough for Liao Chutian to escape with the woman and Niuniu, so the ink knife can't let go, and he can't let the immortal go.

There is no body, there is no move. The ink knife just hugged the fairy's leg like that. At this time, the fighting style of the ink knife is very similar to that of the hooligans and scoundrels on the street. But who cares.

The blood continued to drip from the head of the ink knife, almost covering his face. The long black hair had long since been dyed with blood......

Ink Knife's vision began to become more and more blurry, and his consciousness was no longer awake, the only thing to be thankful for was that the pain was gone.

Finally, the ink knife used up the last of its strength, let go of his hands, and his body fell to the ground.

"Enough...... That was enough time for them to escape. Modao thought silently in his heart.

Rumble...... The ink knife fell to the ground, and the dust was raised, as if it was seeing off the ink knife, and it was unwilling to fall for a long time. Tick...... A few drops of water fell, and it seemed that he was also crying for the ink knife that day.

"Am I going to be reincarnated again? "In the face of death, Modao doesn't care too much, he has gone through too many reincarnations, so many that he can't remember the number of times. It's just that this time the reincarnation ink knife suddenly gave birth to a trace of reluctance in his heart.

Why is it reluctant, the ink knife is not clear......

The Ink Knife's vision began to become more blurry, and his consciousness became more blurred. At this moment, the ink knife even saw a hallucination. I saw a dry skeleton falling from the sky.

"From then on, the two do not owe each other. An emotionless voice suddenly came out.