In the forest, a black figure walked forward quickly, his speed was so fast that even the wind could only look at the dust, but there was no knife in the hand of that figure. That figure was the ink knife.

The wound of the ink knife is healed, completely healed, and the good is inexplicable. Although the wound was healed, the knife was gone. The knife of the ink knife has never been lost, no matter how many reincarnations, even in a difficult desperate situation, every time he is killed by the immortal, his knife is in his hand.

It's just because no one knows the secret of the knife in the hand of the ink knife. The immortals only regarded the knife as a broken piece of iron, and they cared more about the life and death of the ink knife.

It's just that the knife is useless to the immortals, but it is very important to the ink knife, the knife is in the hand, the ink knife can cut the immortals, the knife is not there, the ink knife is like a mortal. For the sake of the task, for the sake of duty, and for the sake of exterminating immortals, the ink knife must be recovered.

Inkknife doesn't know who stole his knife, but when he wakes up, he receives a note. There were four words written on it. "Knife in the Woods"

There was no specific location, and the ink knife could only search aimlessly in the forest, and I don't know how long it took, the sky was getting dark, and the moon was already in the sky. The moon is very bright, bright and makes people no longer sleepy, the moon is very beautiful, and the beauty makes people just want to look at it so quietly and accompany it to the end of their lives. It's just that no matter how bright it is this night, it still can't shine through this forest......

"When, when, when. Suddenly, there was a sound of gongs striking, followed by several feathered arrows shooting through the air.

Modao's figure swayed, tossing and turning, dodging the feather arrows, and after standing still, Modao saw a group of people running from a distance.

These people were all dressed in green clothes, with red silk tied around their waists, wielding a four-foot machete in their right hand, a machete that only an executioner could use, and a torch in their left hand. At this time, dozens of torches shook slightly, like fireflies, illuminating the forest that even the moonlight could not penetrate.

"Well, I planted this road, I opened this tree, and if you want to pass through here, give me money." The first one shouted loudly. It was a fat man, very fat, very fat, so fat that the horse under him was shaking slightly.

Looking at the group of people in front of him, Modao knew that he had encountered a robber. It's just that the robber is very strange, and what he said is completely wrong, and I think it has been too long, and some words, some rules, have gradually been lost.

"Get out. "The ink knife is looking for the knife at the moment, and has no intention of entanglement with this group of robbers.

The bandit leader was slightly stunned, he didn't expect that this thin young man in front of him would dare to say disrespectful to him, couldn't he see how powerful he was? Can't see so many people staring around him? He didn't want to kill anyone, just because he knew at a glance that there was no oil or water on the body of the ink knife. But now he had to kill.

"Did him. The fat man waved his hand and ordered. The next moment, the crowd rushed towards the ink knife.

If you don't kill mortals, it doesn't mean that the ink knife will sit still. If you don't kill mortals, it doesn't mean that the ink knife won't fight back, and if you don't kill mortals, it doesn't mean that the ink knife won't hurt people. As long as it doesn't go against the way of the heart, the ink knife never cares about hurting people.

At that moment, the ink knife moved, like a tiger entering a flock.

Rushing forward, the ink knife came to a person who just swung the knife down, and his knife was 108,000 different from the ink knife, and the speed was so slow that it was like a snail crawling. Without much effort, the ink knife easily grabbed the man's wrist and twisted it slightly, snatching the knife from the man's hand.

The knife is in hand, and the ink knife finds a little sense of the past, although this feeling is far from the same, much worse, the poor ink knife is still just a mortal, but it is enough.

With a flick of the wrist, the ink knife pointed the blade of the machete at himself, and the back of the knife outward. Swinging the knife, the speed is exerted to the extreme, there is no angle to speak of, just the usual chopping, but every time, the ink knife will fall on his body before the people around him can make a move.

The battle was fierce, full of screams and blood. The battle was not fierce, except for screams and bloodshed, no one died, only knocked unconscious.

In a moment, the ink knife finally got rid of all the minions, and he was covered in blood, like a demon crawling out of hell, or rather, he was a demon crawling out of hell. At this moment, he was walking step by step towards the bandit leader, the fat man. Ink Knife thought of a way, a way to make it easier for him to find the knife.

"Don't ...... Other...... Come here!" the fat man had fear in his eyes, it was the first time he had seen someone so powerful, and he had eliminated all his minions in an instant. For a moment, he even thought that the ink knife had used the immortal method.

A kick knocked the fat man to his knees, and the ink knife placed the knife on the fat man's shoulder, the blade of which was aimed at his neck. "Where is the stockade, and how many people are there on the mountain?" he asked.

The words of the ink knife made the fat man shake violently. He thought that the terrible young man in front of him would ask for money, but he didn't expect him to eradicate his own cottage. "No, no, it's all here!" replied the fat man.

"Let's be honest. ”

"Really...... "Although the fat man was afraid, afraid that the ink knife would kill him, he was even more afraid that his cottage would be eradicated, because it was the inheritance passed down from his ancestors.

Without continuing to ask, the ink knife just stuck the knife into a few more points.

Feeling the cold breath coming from the blade, the fat man trembled more and more, but the more he did this, the more he couldn't tell the young man in front of him where his cottage was. Rather than be destroyed, it is better to die and leave a way for the cottage to live. Thinking of this, the fat man suddenly stopped shaking, turned his head sideways, closed his eyes, and had an expression of wanting to kill.

Mo Dao saw the fat man's thoughts, he didn't expect this fat man to have a little backbone. "I won't kill you, as long as you help." ”

There was no answer, the fat man just looked at the bloodied men lying on the ground, and the meaning was obvious.

"They didn't die. Modao said.

"Really?" asked the fat man.

"Go over and see for yourself. As he spoke, he withdrew the knife.

Looking at the young man in front of him in disbelief, and seeing that he really let go of himself, the fat man quickly ran to his men who were lying on the ground to check.

"Sixth son!Little Seven!Not dead!Really not dead!Hahaha. The fat man laughed, these people don't die, which means he won't die either. It's just that he can't figure out why the ink knife didn't kill anyone.

"You...... What do you have to think. The fat man asked.

"Help me find a knife. The ink knife stated his purpose.

"Looking for a knife?" the fat man was puzzled.

"A black knife, a broken knife. Ink Daodao.

Although he was puzzled, the fat man had to agree to the ink knife, because this was a chance to live, not to mention that he was just looking for a knife, and he had nothing to lose at all.

A hand reached to his waist, drew a feathered arrow, lit it, and shot it into the sky. The next moment, with a snap, there was a bright light in the sky, which was the signal that the fat man used to summon his companions.

Soon, a group of people were lured by the fat man's signal. As soon as this group of people appeared, they showed their weapons one after another, aiming at the ink knife. Because the companion lying on the ground was so obvious.

"Don't! Don't make a move!" the fat man broke out in a cold sweat and stopped him.