Light smile leaves, she has been given the message she needs, but she is the only one who leaves. Flash Dance

Despite the threat in the words of Qianwen, none of them were willing to leave, each of them had their own mission, and the price of failing to complete it was death.

They are not as smart as light smiles, and the moment they saw the darkness, they had already guessed the rough idea and guessed what was going on.

Although they all saw the darkness that hung in front of the Thousand Divisions, their hands and feet cut off. It's just a quick skimming, and I don't take it to heart at all.

It's just because of such people, they have seen too many such things, and they have long been accustomed to it.

To do this, these people must infiltrate Senbu to find the cause of Chibu's sudden chaos.

Within a thousand parts, the outside world was put to the extreme, and more and more people felt infiltrated, and Qianwen's face became more and more ugly.

It wasn't difficult to kill these people, and it only took a split second to find them and kill them one by one.

But now he couldn't do that, because once he killed someone, he would inevitably attract the sect master behind those people.

This is something he does not want to happen. What's more, if he kills someone, it is equivalent to telling others that an unspeakable secret has happened in Qianbu.

"Damn!" Qian Wenzai cursed, he never thought that the ink knife would be so bold, deliberately creating such a chaotic scene, and leaving traces along the way. It's as if he's worried that others won't find him.

"Isn't he afraid of death?" Qian Wenzai couldn't help but think so, although this approach of the ink knife seemed to make some sense, but there was a fatal contradiction.

That is Qianwen robbing himself, if he has murderous intentions, then no matter how shocking the chaos created by the ink knife, it is useless to attract more people here.

At this time, Qianwen Zai had already murderous intentions towards the ink knife, and the reason why he didn't do it was because he was looking for someone, someone more important than the ink knife.

At the moment when Modao escaped, he did not take the lead in chasing Modao, but went to the dungeon where Modao was held before.

Qianwenzhai found that the man had escaped.

Why did that person want to escape, Qianwen Tribulation didn't know, but he knew that if that person wanted to escape, even if he tried his best and everyone couldn't stop him, even if Qianwen Tribulated himself, he was not sure to subdue him.

It was that person who made Qianwen have no time to take care of the ink knife.

But now he had to put the man aside.

With a dodge, Qianwen rushed in the direction where the ink knife was.

The fire was so bright that even under the daylight, the eyes of the people who still shine on it are stinging, and they dare not look directly. And the ink knife stood in the firelight.

The ground was already littered with corpses, all of which had their hands and feet cut off.

At this time, the ink knife has no scruples, and there is no need to be merciful. 35xs

I don't know how many corpses there are on the ground, the blood has stained the open space red, and the sound of blood splashing can be heard when you step on it.

The feet of the ink knife, the legs of the ink knife, and the arms of the ink knife were all crimson, and even the rusty knife of the ink knife had lost its original color and turned blood red.

The ends of the hair hung low, and a trace of blood dripped down the tip of its own and fell to the ground with a soft sound.

A middle-aged man stood opposite the ink knife, holding a long knife three feet long, with a straight blade as wide as a palm, and his appearance was extremely strange.

At this moment, the middle-aged man held the knife on his shoulder with one hand, and looked at the ink knife with a hideous smile on his face.

The crowd he brought had already been slashed by the ink knife, but he didn't care at all, let alone help.

Just snorted coldly when the last person was killed. "A bunch of waste. ”

"This kind of waste, I never need it. The middle-aged man finally made a move after everyone was dead, the knife did not fall down his shoulder, and the force under his feet went towards the ink knife. At the moment when it rushed, a breathtaking momentum surged out instantly.

This person is the deputy hall master of the hidden hall, and he secretly hates the sky.

The three characters of Hidden Hate Heaven were changed by himself when he sat in the position of deputy hall master, and the name given to him by the Hidden Hall was originally Hidden Hatred. But he felt that the name was too unlucky, so he added another word to the end.

He felt that this was domineering enough to show his invincibility.

Flying over, the hidden hatred of the sky did not swing the knife until it rushed to the ink knife, and a strange long knife in his hand went straight to the head of the ink knife.

The knife was ferocious, bringing out gusts of wind, and there was an indomitable momentum, as if it was going to cut down a thousand armies.

On his wrist, he brings out a faint light that is not easy to be noticed when he swings the knife.

Feeling the momentum on the body of the hidden hatred sky, the ink knife knew that the man in front of him had already used the realm.

The ink knife that had decided not to hide anymore also used the killing realm at the same time, and in an instant, an extremely cold feeling spread.

It only makes people feel that they are in the Nine Shadows, as if there is an endless sea of blood in front of them.

The moment the killing intent of the hidden hatred surged out of the ink knife's body, it suddenly shook violently, and a trace of fear appeared in his eyes.

But this fear flashed and quickly turned into hideousness, into wild laughter.

Fear is his instinct, his instinct when facing the realm of killing, and the hideous laughter is his excitement, excited to meet an opponent like Modao, he feels that only such a person is qualified to be slashed by him.

What's more, it was the first time that the Hidden Hate Heaven had seen the Killing Realm, which had always existed in legends, but it definitely existed.

At this moment, the Hidden Hate Heaven wants to prove to the world that the realm of killing is not invincible, and he wants to prove to the world that his realm is above the killing.

Hidden hatred of the heavenly realm, one word for the word 'crazy'!

Whoever else is me, a long knife goes straight to the ink knife, leaving no way out for himself at all.

In the face of the long knife, the ink knife dodged, he had already felt the power contained in the long knife, and under that kind of power, he would never be able to retract his strength immediately after a move.

The ink knife was going to use that moment to deliver a fatal blow.

But just as the knife fell, the ink knife suddenly found that he couldn't dodge.

It's completely different from being suppressed by the environment. At that moment, it was not that the ink knife could not move, but that the qi machine was completely locked.

The ink knife had a feeling that no matter how he dodged, he would be slashed by the knife.

He didn't know why, but he couldn't dodge anymore, pressed his legs down, concentrated his strength a little, and swung the knife upward, grabbing his right wrist with his left hand.

Suddenly, I heard a loud bang, and the sound was so loud that only the ears of the ink knife that shook made a roaring sound.

The two knives collided in one place, and while looking at the ink knife, a pair of feet actually sank into the ground, which shows how great the power of the knife in the hidden hatred sky is.

If it weren't for the ink knife grabbing the wrist holding the knife with his other hand at the last moment, the knife in his hand would have been knocked off at this moment.

"Don't try to escape, let alone hide, in the face of me, you can only choose to fight!" said Hidden Hatred Tian loudly, and then the momentum on his body soared again, and with a blow of his wrist, he slashed at the ink knife again.

Hearing the words of the hidden hatred sky, Mo Dao's heart sank, but at that moment, he felt a feeling that there was no escape and no escape, so he chose to meet him.

But why is that?

"Is it because of the realm?" For the realm, the ink knife really knows too little, and no one teaches him, although he has already entered, he can only explore it by himself.

Holding the knife in both hands, there was another loud bang, although the ink knife resisted the attack of the hidden hatred sky, the whole person was shocked by the huge force and couldn't help retreating, and it took three steps back to stabilize his body.

"That's not going to work. Mo Dao said secretly, the strength of the person in front of him was obviously much greater than him, and he would inevitably lose the upper hand if he kept competing for strength.

The two of them fight and fight, once they fall behind, they must be passive, and the final result of those who are passive is often only a dead end.

The distance was widened, and the ink knife turned around to escape, he had no reason to fight with the man in front of him at all, and he stayed here just to prevent people from taking the opportunity to extinguish the fire.

At this time, the fire has reached a point where no one can stop it, and there is no reason for Modao to continue to stay here.

But at the moment when the ink knife turned around, the hidden hatred suddenly rushed up again, this time he was the same as the ink knife, holding the knife in both hands.

A long knife rushed in front of it, cutting a crack in the ground and heading straight for the ink knife from the bottom up.

"Against the sky!" As the moment the knife came out, he hated the sky and shouted.

The ink knife swung the knife to resist, from top to bottom, there was a loud bang, and at the moment when the two knives collided, the ink knife only felt that a huge force that could not be resisted came from the blade.

Then the whole body flew into the air.

"Shake the ground!" was another loud shout, and the hidden hatred sky jumped up to the direction of the ink knife, holding the knife in both hands and went straight to the ink knife.

Unable to dodge, the ink knife was once again forced to resist.

The moment the two soldiers collided, a black figure fell to the ground like a meteor, kicking up a large cloud of dust.

In the dust was the ink knife.

At this moment, his entire body was almost sunk into the ground, and there was a trace of blood on the corner of his mouth.

For the first time, the ink knife fell into an absolute predicament when it came to a duel with someone.

It's not that the ink knife is inferior to the hidden hatred sky, and it's not that the ink knife doesn't have corresponding countermeasures, but he can't use it.

In the face of the long knife wielded by the Hidden Hatred Heaven, he was always forced to block, as if his body was controlled. Although it is not fatal, it is certain to die in the long run.

"Kill!" At the moment when the ink knife landed, Hidden Hate Tian followed, holding the knife in both hands, and the tip of the long knife in his hand went straight down to the ink knife.

Break the knife horizontally, hold the blade with the other hand, and raise the knife to meet each other.

With a snap, the ink knife blocked the long knife of the Hidden Hate Heaven, but although he blocked this fatal blow, he was also pressed under the knife by the Hidden Hate Heaven and could not move for half a minute.

At this moment, the ink knife is like a chopping board of fish meat, as long as the hidden hatred of the sky is a little trick, he can be killed.

But the hidden hatred of the sky did not do this, but pressed the ink knife like that.

The light on his wrist suddenly became clearly visible at this moment, and a pair of arms as thick as tree trunks were even more exposed.

The ink knife felt a huge force coming from the blade for a moment, and at that moment, the ink knife felt like a mountain on his body, pressing him out of breath.

Finally his arms could no longer support him and began to bend.

The tip of the knife was getting closer and closer to him.

The whole body of the ink knife sank deeper and deeper, and the dirt was left behind, falling on the face of the ink knife, and gradually the whole person of the ink knife was buried in the ground, and the eyes were reflected, and it was pitch black.

Slowly, the ink knife began to feel more and more difficult to breathe, and his arm hurt even more as if he had been cut off, almost uncontrollable.

But in the face of this danger of life and death, the ink knife had no choice but to compete with the hidden hatred of the sky.

Just when the ink knife was about to run out of strength and could no longer stop the hidden hatred, a voice suddenly came.

The voice was so ethereal that it was impossible to know where it came from.

"The obsession in your heart has been dissolved, and you have even given up the obsession, how can you expect it to help you. It was an old man's voice, and it flashed by, and the ink knife only felt very familiar in his ears, but he couldn't remember the owner of the voice.

"Obsession?" Mo Dao whispered to himself, he had heard this sentence, the old man who taught him to enter the country said the same thing, but Mo Dao was puzzled.

He didn't give up the obsession in his heart, his obsession is still to destroy immortals, still just kill, and it has never changed.

"Never changed?" the ink knife was stunned for a moment. "It really hasn't changed. Then why did I think of fleeing at the moment when I made a move in the Hidden Hatred Heaven, instead of finding a way to kill him. ”

"No, isn't the purpose of my escape just to kill him?"

"Is that really the case......" Modao suddenly fell silent, because at that moment, he didn't think about how to kill Hidden Hate Heaven at all, he just wanted to save his own life.

Although his purpose has not changed, all his plans are also to get rid of the Thousand Questions. But for the man in front of him now, at that moment, Modao really wanted to escape.

It's just that there is no reason, there is no need, so the ink knife decided to escape.

It was also at that moment that Modao gave up the obsession in his heart, and he was no longer living to kill, but only to flee for his life.

There is nothing wrong with this, this is also the best choice, but the ink knife also gave up the obsession of killing in his heart at that moment.

"I see......," Modao said softly.

Fleeing is to live, and killing can also be for survival.

There was already a sharp pain in his arms, and as if they were broken, the knife pressed him even harder.

But at that moment, Modao suddenly gave up resistance, his hands were no longer exerting, and at that moment, Modao chose to fight back, even if it was at the risk of being killed instantly.

Finally, at this moment, Modao does not put escape in the first place, but kills in the first place.

One leg was raised sharply, and the ink knife focused what little strength he had left on this blow.

At this moment, the hidden hatred Tianzheng stood on both sides of the ink knife with his legs apart, his eyes were full of fierce light and hideous color, and he didn't notice the ink knife suddenly kicking.

He only has his own knife in his eyes, no matter how the ink knife fights back, he won't care, not to mention that he has absolute confidence in his own realm.

He didn't believe that anyone could break free from his realm at the same level.

The realm of madness, trapped by war.

Once faced with this situation, they will involuntarily fight back, and fight each other with hard and hard moves. Any trick will come to naught at this moment.

Therefore, Hidden Hate Tian didn't notice that the ink knife kicked one leg at all, and it was precisely this that made him pay an extremely painful price.

There was a muffled bang, and the next moment, I saw that the face of the hidden hatred was extremely red in an instant, and his expression was even more distorted to the point of not being human.

(End of chapter)