That Liao Chutian was singing, singing his own poems. He was sighing, sighing, resenting, hating, and the long sword in his hand was roaring. I don't know how long it took to be tired, and Liao Chutian fell straight to the ground, splashing a piece of dust......

"Do you know martial arts?" Contrary to the previous joke, Liao Chutian's voice became serious.

"I don't understand. Modao replied. Wu Mo Dao yearned, but it was the ink knife of a long time ago, so long that Mo Dao couldn't even remember himself at that time.

"I don't think you understand!" Liao Chutian scolded, like an elder apprentice. The carp was stiff, and Liao Chutian turned over and stood. The long sword in his hand was raised horizontally, and his legs were exerted force, and with a snap, the gravel was splashed, and if he looked closely, there was a crack in the ground under Liao Chutian's feet.

Without warning, Liao Chutian raised his sword and killed the ink knife.

The sword was fast, incredibly fast, and only a silver sword light was left behind Liao Chutian. The next moment, the sword arrived.

In the face of this sudden sword, the ink knife turned sideways, and it could be dodged. But the sword seemed to have escaped its inertia, and it was so fast that it stopped at the side of the ink knife. The blade of the sword turned and slashed towards the waist of the ink knife.

"You're fast, at least the fastest of any mortal I've ever met. But what can it be fast?" Liao Chutian said as he spoke, and the long sword in his hand kept waving.

Except for the first sword, Liao Chutian's sword was not fast at this time, at least in the eyes of the ink knife, the sword was not fast. But in the face of this not fast long sword, the ink knife couldn't fight back.

In the face of this long sword, the ink knife had an indescribable feeling, as if his every movement had been mastered. Every time you dodge the blade of the sword and want to counterattack, the long sword will appear right on your counterattack line. This forced Modao to retract and dodge.

"Left, left, down, right......" Liao Chutian waved his long sword and reminded the direction of the sword. It seems that he is afraid that he will stab the ink knife if he is not careful. But his sword and his body were too weird, and in the end, his sword still stabbed the ink knife.

With one blow, Liao Chutian jumped away instantly. His eyes were calm, looking at the ink knife. Although he was calm on the surface, Liao Chutian's heart had already turned up turbulent waves. He never thought that his mastery could only hurt the ink knife a little. Liao Chutian knew that the ink knife was powerful, from the beginning, when the ink knife taught those people a lesson, Liao Chutian saw the power of the ink knife, and it was because of me that he found the ink knife.

It's just that he couldn't imagine that the ink knife would be so powerful.

Liao Chutian was shocked. The same goes for ink knives.

The wound was on the left arm, and although it was only a small trace, the blood was very eye-catching. For the first time, since the destruction of immortals, the ink knife has been injured and died many times. But for the first time, he was wounded in a fight with a mortal. Although the strength of the ink knife has decreased somewhat without the knife, the person opposite him is only a mortal after all.

Mo Dao's gaze changed, he was recalling, recalling the steps he had taken when he fought with Di Luo before, and recalling the steps of Ye Wu before.

The next moment, the ink knife took the lead, the same as before, the ink knife's fist went straight forward, only attacking the vital point, but his pace changed, it became erratic, it became irregular, and it became similar to Ye Wu's pace.

"It's good to come!" Liao Chutian said loudly. Raise your sword and fight with the ink knife again.

The fist wind, the sword shadow, in this dark dungeon, constantly intertwined with charming pictures. Relying on that pace, he was no longer powerless to fight back, and at this time, the ink knife had gradually suppressed Liao Chutian.

At first, Liao Chutian was just surprised, surprised by the strength of the ink knife, and then became suspicious, puzzled by the change of the ink knife, and finally Liao Chutian looked at the ink knife incredulously as if he thought of something.

"Stop!" Liao Chutian was the first to stop with a loud sigh. He had something to ask about the ink knife.

But although he stopped, the ink knife did not stop.

A dodge, the ink knife came to Liao Chutian, and the fist arrived, and the punch went straight to Liao Chutian's door.

In a hurry, Liao Chutian raised his sword to meet him and held the sword horizontally in front of him.

Suddenly, he heard a bang, and Liao Chutian flew out in response and fell to the ground. Instead of continuing the pursuit, Modao stood silently in place. From the moment Liao Chutian made his move, Mo Dao knew that he just wanted to test himself. Because on Liao Chutian's body, the ink knife did not feel the slightest murderous aura. As for that punch, it was all about revenge.

"I said stop, why do you still do it!Do you want to kill me?" Liao Chutian got up from the ground and looked at the ink knife with great dissatisfaction. His expression was angry, but there was a bright red mark on his angry face, which was very obvious on his face.

"Let me ask you, do you know Ye Wuda......" Liao Chutian wanted to talk about Master Ye Wu, but when the words came to his lips, he swallowed them back alive, and at the same time, as if remembering something terrifying, Liao Chutian shuddered violently.

Liao Chutian knew Ye Wu, and his water-controlling swordsmanship was the same swordsmanship used to deal with the ink knife before, which he learned from Ye Wu. Water control swordsmanship, as the name suggests, uses a sword to control water and a sword to lead water. Control the enemy's actions and use this sword to control the enemy. Do control the enemy and lead the enemy. To put it simply, it is to use flaws and prediction to guide the enemy's attack, so as to achieve the effect of controlling the enemy and suppressing the enemy.

This swordsmanship is very difficult to learn, and in order to learn this set of swordsmanship, Liao Chutian spent ten years. In order to show the grace of teaching art, Liao Chutian originally wanted to worship Ye Wu as a teacher, but Ye Wu did not agree, saying that it was too troublesome to accept apprentices. But out of respect, Liao Chutian is not good at calling Ye Wu by his name. He called Ye Wu a master.

Who knew that after Ye Wu heard this, he actually taught Liao Chutian a hard lesson. beat Liao Chutian in bed for seven days and seven nights.

"Am I that old? You actually call me Master?! If I hear you call me that again, no matter where you are, I will definitely kill you!" Liao Chutian unconsciously recalled what Ye Wulin said before leaving.

"Do you know Ye Wu?" asked Liao Chutian, who recognized the body of the ink knife. Because the body method book and the water control sword method book are a set, Ye Wu taught him, but Liao Chutian couldn't learn it in the end.

"I don't know. Modao frowned, he remembered the man in white, the outrageously strong man, the man who stole his knife.

Seeing the ink knife frowning, Liao Chutian instantly understood. In his mind, the ink knife must have been cleaned up like himself.

"Then where is he now? Do you know?" automatically skipped the 'don't know' of the ink knife, Liao Chutian knew, it was angry talk. In a sense, he did guess correctly, and it was angry talk.

"I don't know. Mo Dao said, he didn't want to know where Ye Wu was. If he finds Ye Wu and snatches back the knife, he doesn't have to be caught here, relying on the knife, he can completely kill in and rescue people.

Relying on the knife, the ink knife was slightly stunned. "Why do you need a knife to save people?" Modao asked......

In the darkness, somewhere, a closed door suddenly shuddered, opening a thin slit............