A dodge, the figure of the ink knife is as swaying as in the past. Picturesque, ethereal.

The wound of the ink knife was very serious, very serious. Heavy to the next breath may be the end of life, but because of the immortal, because of the appearance of the immortal, the figure of the ink knife is the same as in the past.

Stepping out of the door and standing in the courtyard, the ink knife looked at the immortals in the sky, like looking at the enemy.

The appearance of the ink knife brought out a gust of cold wind, the cold was biting, and the cold heavenly immortals also trembled slightly. And the underground mortal had already hid to the side the moment the ink knife appeared. He has never been more aware of danger than ordinary people, and this is what he has relied on to survive until now.

"Who are you?" asked the sen. His voice was like a great avenue, and he opened his mouth for a moment, swallowing runes. One golden spell after another blurted out, which showed that his immortal method was extraordinary. The immortal looked at the ink knife, looked at the ink knife with hostility in his eyes, and was puzzled.

"Kill. "There are not too many words, in the face of immortals, the ink knife has only one killing word from beginning to end, and there will only be one killing word. Because the immortal is his enemy, and all the immortals are his enemies. His existence is to kill immortals, even if he falls into reincarnation again and again, and faces the test of punishment again and again, the ink knife will crawl out of hell again to kill immortals.

The next moment, the ink knife moved. Without the slightest immortal power, he actually rose into the air, and his hand broke off the knife swing, bringing out a side of inky black. Like a long pen, waving in the air, the cloud is his canvas, and the immortal is the end of his ink.

"Jiang Wangshui" ink knife whispered, and the hand broke the knife from the bottom up, drawing out, and went straight to the key point of the immortal. River, the convergence of water. But Jiang is never satisfied, and always looks at the water. This move seems to be a chop, but it is actually a lead. A huge suction force spreads from the broken blade. At that moment, even the wind was sucked on the broken blade of the ink knife.

Because of the suction, the fairy's robe sounded violently. The body unconsciously flew towards the ink knife. And if it goes on like this, the broken sword shall smend him.

His gaze changed suddenly, and the immortal couldn't imagine that a mortal would have such an ability, and he would drag his body by relying only on the force caused by a broken knife.

"Bold!" said Xian. No mortal ever dared to do anything with him. In the past, every time I traveled, mortals did not kneel to greet them. Now a mere mortal was stabbing at him, which made him very angry.

He decided to teach the mortals in front of him a lesson, so that he could understand that if he did not respect immortals, he would die.

didn't put the ink knife in his eyes, although the ink knife started a move, which surprised his heart, but it was only a surprise. The fairy fingers moved slightly, pinching the immortal decision. In an instant, a strong wind struck, counteracting the suction force and stopping the body.

The immortal was high up, looking down at the ink knife: "Mortal, remember your first offense, commit suicide and apologize, if not, I will move this place, and I will scatter your soul and not enter reincarnation." ”

The immortal threatened, for mortals, he was always reluctant to act, not because of mercy, but because of face.

After one move, the shape of the ink knife changed again. Jiang Wangshui was not a killer move, and the ink knife did not expect this move to cause damage to the immortals in front of him. He's just borrowing power.

In the face of the immortals floating in the air, the ink knife will eventually return to mortals, and if it can't stay in the air, the ink knife will use its strength.

Although the sword is swung in the air, the power is borrowed. A tumble, and the ink knife hand interrupted the knife and swung it again.

"Chasing the moon at night. The ink knife whispered. The broken knife struck from top to bottom. Night is the destination of the moon, but night can never keep the moon. With every step the night takes, the moon moves forward. At the end of the night, the moon sets. The night can't chase the moon, but it can destroy the moon.

The figure of the ink knife is rolling in the air, the night is chasing the moon, and he is chasing immortals. As soon as this move was made, the ink knife launched an endless pursuit. The moon never goes out, and the night never goes away. And whenever the figure of the ink knife began to fall, Jiang Wangshui launched.

At this moment, the ink knife did indeed stay in the air, and the figure kept moving, and the knife frequently came out around the immortal. Every knife is extremely tricky, and every knife is as fast as lightning. At this moment, the ink knife really turned into ink, wielding it in the air.

"Damn it!!" The fairy was furious, and the long sword was already in his hand, resisting the broken knife. He wanted to kill the Ink Knife, but every time he launched the fatal blow, it hit only a shadow, and he was not as fast as the Ink Knife. He wanted to launch the immortal method and use the power of the immortal to kill the ink knife, but he couldn't lock the ink knife qi at all, and it seemed that he was fighting against a corpse. It was the first time he had encountered such a difficult mortal. Especially this mortal had already begun to inflict harm on him. The broken sword, completely ignoring any rules in the world, will always come from unexpected positions.

This is clearly a provocation to the sky. The immortal spirit is ruined.

"Immovable as the wind, blowing fallen leaves. Ink Knife whispered. As soon as the words fell, the next moment the ink knife was frozen in place, and he was floating in the air at this moment without any immortal power. Wind and good deeds, there are no rules to find. Fallen leaves have no roots and move with the wind. But the ink knife controlled the wind and caught the leaf.

Using the movement of the body, the ink knife changes the wind, so that the body melts into the wind, the wind melts into the body, and the force is released from the body and outside. This is the secret of the ink knife standing in the void. Mastering the wind, the ink knife can catch the leaf, and the leaf is himself. At this time, the 'immovable' wind is blowing the leaves floating in the air.

There is no need to borrow force, the force at this time is in the heart of the ink knife.

The river looks at the water, chases the moon at night, and does not move like the wind blowing leaves. This is one of the ways of the ink knife, 'wind'.

First, draw the wind and call the wind.

Second, ride the wind and chase the wind.

Third, control the wind and resist the wind.

"Dao!" Looking at the ink knife that was constantly gushing out of the power of the wind in his body, the immortal exclaimed. Because he saw the Tao in the ink knife, the way of the wind.

When borrowing the wind, the figure of the ink knife is incredibly fast, and the ink knife when chasing the wind can already cause damage to him, and now the wind is resisting, and the fairy feels an unprecedented crisis.

Walking slowly, the figure of the ink knife was no longer as fast as before. And like a walk, walking towards the immortal in the void. It's just that his figure is slow, but it is more ethereal. It's right in front of you, but it's as unpredictable as the wind.

"The way of the wind, I can too!" said the fairy, waving his arm, and the gray-white robe rattled. Immediately after that, a strong gust of wind emerged. Immortals want to let their own wind disturb the wind of the ink knife.

It was only when his wind blew in front of the ink knife, and it was like a mud cow entering the water and submerging into the body of the ink knife. His wind didn't have the slightest effect on the ink knife.

It's not that the immortal wind is not strong, but that his Tao is not deep.

The immortals are just enslaving the wind, treating the wind as a slave, and when it is waved, it will come and go. The ink knife is to master the style, and even its own style, which is essentially different.

One step, two steps, and the ink knife finally came to the front of the immortal. The hand broke the knife and raised it high, and the ink knife looked coldly at the immortal in front of him. At this moment, the ink knife pronounced the death sentence of this immortal.

Looking at the ink knife hand, the immortal's eyes finally revealed horror, at this moment, he resolutely gave up his consciousness as an immortal, and in the face of mortal attacks, the immortal was ready to escape. But just as he was about to turn around and flee, the immortal found that he couldn't move half a minute anymore.