The knife is a fairy knife, and the fetish is obscure, but as soon as it is born and shows its edge, it arouses the deepest coveting and greed in the hearts of a group of swordsmen.

The person is an old man, the twilight is pale, he appears silently, a low laugh, although the person does not move, he calms the audience, and he can no longer make any waves.

"Is this the old man of the sword god? The rivers and lakes are recognized as the first sword in the world!"

The people on the field looked at each other in shock.

Although most of them live in the Divine Sword Mountain Villa's Baili Realm.

But the old man of the sword god is an innate grandmaster, a dragon-like figure in the rivers and lakes, and few people can be lucky enough to see it.

If it weren't for the three sword kings who fell to the ground, they would still know it later, and they didn't know who this person was?

Under the pressure of their gaze, they did not dare to look directly, and they all lowered their heads and peeked at each other.

Although this old man of the sword god was shrouded in gray robes and could not see his true face, he could find that he was extremely tall, nine feet tall, but he was so old, his back was rickety, and he seemed to be so old that half of his body seemed to sink into the ground, with a thick and rotten aura.

But just sitting on the iron seat of the main hall and looking down at it made people's hearts depressed, as if there was a black curtain shrouded in it, and he couldn't raise any active thoughts.

Tiger Lao, the power is still there!

The hearts of the people were filled with pity.

From the moment the old man of the sword god appeared, a trace of strange color flashed in the depths of the elegant scholar's eyes, and it disappeared in a flash.

Innate swordsman?

Lu Chunliang sat aside peacefully, making his own observations.

The innate realm is the mysterious realm where the will of the martial arts is turned into reality and the martial arts are accomplished.

What you learn will manifest your appearance.

In his senses, the old man in front of him didn't look like a person, but like a humanoid divine knife, and the qi in his body carried a domineering and sharp intent, killing everything fiercely.

Spirit, energy, and spirit...... All can be turned into knives!

The horror in this is incomprehensible if you don't experience it yourself.

But that's about it.

Lu Chunliang came here only to find the traces of Beitianmen, and he didn't fight with others.

His face is not different, wait and see what happens!

At this time, the three sword kings were still kneeling on one knee.

If the old man did not speak, they did not dare to get up.

In fact, as soon as the old man of the sword god appeared, he didn't care about the fluctuation of people's hearts in the main hall, just a pair of black eyes staring at the woodcutter in the black-faced young man's hand.

The eyes are like knives, piercing through the shabby appearance, and seeing the deepest essence.

A wisp of qi is ethereal, untraceable, with the hardest and sharpest of a knife, but it is as soft as a finger, flexible and without a blade.

"Is this the realm of the Immortal Sword?" A touch of fanaticism appeared in the depths of the old man's cold eyes, he raised his head and shouted in a deep voice, "Take it!"

Hiss......

The moment he looked up, everyone around gasped.

What kind of face is this?

There are five hairs on the head, and on the bare head, wrinkles are piled up layer by layer, densely covered with age spots, forming withered yellow folds, and I don't know how long it has been.

Only the eyes were straight and protruding, like a divine knife hidden in the scabbard, poked out a little tip and stabbed it.

Under his gaze, the black-faced young man unnaturally grasped the knife in his hand and assumed a defensive posture.

"Why don't you pick it up yet!"

Seeing the old man speak, the Overlord Sword King reprimanded in a deep voice: "What are you doing in a daze? The master has spoken, why don't you quickly present the fairy sword?"

"Yes!" a group of swordsmen who protected the village stepped out in unison, grabbing the woodcutter in the black-faced young man's hand.

Laugh at......

The black-faced young man's hand holding the knife gripped again, and the blade pointed away......

The hands of the swordsmen suddenly froze in the air, and they only felt that they were locked by an invisible knife intent, and if they moved slightly, they would be cut in half.

"Huh?"

The old man's eyes shrank, and he snorted, and his voice was as cold as a knife.

The black-faced boy was shaken violently as if he had been hit hard.

Syllable!

There was a soft thud.

Wan Le'an, the scholar on the side, was quick with his eyes, and the folding fan tapped lightly on the wrist of the black-faced young man.

If the boy was shocked, the hand holding the knife trembled, and the knife fell from the palm of his hand.

Wan Le'an caught it with one hand, and then turned to the old man of the sword god and said: "Senior sword god, don't be surprised! This kid has never seen the world, and the junior will present the fairy sword!"

With that, he smiled slightly, held the knife in both hands, held it high above his head, and stepped forward step by step.

Lu Chunliang saw this scene on the side, and his heart moved slightly.

The people on the side looked hot.

Fairy knife, what a fairy knife!

The legend of the immortals is ethereal and cannot be confirmed.

But the mystery of this knife, they have personally understood, is definitely a rare knife in the world.

A beggar holding this knife can deter the swordsman who has always been known for his ferocity in the Divine Sword Villa!

It's a pity that this old man of the sword god is the first knife in the world, and if he gets such a strange knife, like a tiger with wings, there is no one to threaten his status.

Although they were envious in their hearts, they could only secretly suppress it, not daring to show the slightest.

One step at a time...... It's closer, it's getting closer!

The scholar held the knife to attract the attention of the audience, smiled as before, and stepped forward step by step.

The gray-robed old man's eyes were staring at the knife in the scholar's hand.

"Senior, please look! This is the immortal knife left by the immortal dividing the flood!" Finally, Wan Le'an finally walked in front of the old man and slowly offered the immortal knife.

"Good!" The old man of the sword god said hoarsely with a hint of ecstasy, and stretched out a thin palm to take it.

Laugh at......

The scars were cut open, and a rusty knife came into view.

"What?" everyone's eyes widened in shock, only to see that the scholar had an elegant temperament, but in an instant, the sleeves of his clothes were flying, and he was furious, holding the knife with one hand, holding it with the momentum, and slashing it fiercely with the strength of his whole body.

It seems to be a knife, but it is actually an assassination, only in an instant!

The situation has changed so quickly that no one had expected.

For a while, everyone was stunned and inexplicably looked forward to it.

After the wave of air swept over, they saw the scene clearly, and they were immediately disappointed.

The top of the old man's head was wrinkled and wrinkled, like an indestructible layer of armor, and the blade was pressed against the center of his eyebrows, but it was invisible, leaving only a shallow white mark, not even a trace of blood.

His withered palms flipped abruptly.

Boom!

A sharp bang.

The armrest of the iron seat exploded violently, and a blue light shot out from Leng Sensen, holding it in the old man's hand.

The cold light flickered, and the handle of the knife was inlaid with gold and silver wires in the shape of a hook of eyebrows and a moon.

"Cold Moon Treasure Knife!" scholar Wan Le'an failed to assassinate, shouted loudly, and immediately retreated back.

"Where to go?" the old man of the sword god sat on it, not moving, just turning his wrist.

Wow!

The sword light is like a waterfall, sweeping down.

But I didn't expect that the scholar seemed to be weak, but his body was like the wind, without a trace.

But it suffered everyone, and in an instant, the sword light was as continuous as water.

Those who rub are injured, and those who are in the middle are dead!

In an instant, the hall was filled with blood, and the dead and wounded were everywhere.

"Master, are you alright?" the three sword kings hurriedly approached.

But the old man of the sword god did not respond, and a pair of vicissitudes of old eyes burst out of unprecedented ruthlessness, piercing the void, staring at the scholar's seemingly gentle face, and snorting.

"Who the hell are you? Your Excellency is also an Innate Grandmaster, why did you sneak into my Divine Sword Villa and assassinate the old man!"

The old man of the sword god asked in a dark voice.

The elegant scholar didn't answer, but laughed, and said lightly, "Master, you are old! If it was three years ago, I would have no reason to survive under your knife!"

"Master?" Before everyone could sort out the relationship, they saw Wan Le'an wiping his hand on his face, and a vivid human skin mask was pinched in his hand, revealing a pair of bloody faces, as if the entire face had been cut off.

"It's you!" obviously ruined his appearance, but the old man of the sword god recognized it just by looking at it, and laughed in a dark voice, "Good apprentice, I didn't expect you to be dead! What's wrong? We have been a master and apprentice, we haven't seen each other for a long time, why don't you come forward to meet your teacher?"

"It's really you, Senior Brother Fan!" The cold knife king's woman's gloomy face actually showed a trace of tenderness.

"It turns out that he is the fourth disciple of the old man of the Sword God who is said to have died a long time ago, Fan Wuxin!"

"Didn't you say that he stole the true inheritance of the Sword Book of the Mountain Villa and was cleaned up by the old man of the Sword God?

"Looks like there's something else going on here!"

......

The people who survived the knife trembled in horror.

Shameless and completely disfigured, the swordsman whose real name is Fan Wuxin said sharply: "Old ghost Hu, if you don't want people to know, you can't do anything unless you do! Back then, there were four disciples of Hu, Fan, Tian, and Miao under the Sword Saint Sect. You are not satisfied with the sword skills of the Tian and Miao families, and you pretend to accept me as an apprentice, but secretly you want to seek the shadowless heart knife of my Fan family. I faked death to get my life. Fortunately, the heavens are endless, and I was rescued by the North Heavenly Gate, and I was finally promoted to congenital. Today, my Fan family's revenge for destroying the door is going to be avenged by you!"

"Hmph!" the old man of the sword god laughed strangely, "You are a rebel, and you have to teach yourself all the sword skills." I didn't expect you to learn four dislikes, and you will only use it for assassination, which is really tyrannical. What if you get into the innate by chance? Let the teacher try your current color today!"

"Master, please look at the knife!" Fan Wuxin's face sank, he stopped talking nonsense, and held the woodcutter with both hands, and it was a knife in his head.

Knives, fall!

It seems to be slow and fast, only to see the wave one moment, and the next moment it falls in front of you.

The sword light is heartless, like a flash.

Where the mind goes, the blade points to.

The old man of the sword god was also caught off guard for a while, and was slashed out by the head.

The iron chair made of mixed iron under the seat was shattered and shattered to the ground.

"The Shadowless Heart Knife really lives up to its reputation! It turns out that you have long learned the Fan family's sword technique, and you have been disguising all along!" Although the old man of the Sword God ate this trick, his body seemed to be made of steel and iron, and he was still full of energy.

"If I didn't disguise, how could I have a chance to grow up when I was a child?" Fan Wuxin's mouth hooked a trace of curvature, and his blurred face became more and more hideous.

"Mandarin duck serial!" The two exchanged words, and their subordinates were even more unambiguous.

The old man of the sword god is worthy of the name of the first knife in the world, and the knife technique has tended to return to the realm of simplicity, and he does not see any mysterious moves, but just a turn of the wrist.

The light of the knife was condensed, and it actually drew a series of knife circles in the air, and they were connected in many chains, one circle after another, and everywhere they went, they were divided into two, two into four, and four into eight...... Everything was cut to pieces.

But that Fan Wuxin was a human knife, his body twisted in place, turned into a shadow, avoided the knife momentum, and the corners of his clothes did not touch!

Master and apprentice clash, life and death kill each other.

Both of them have reached the realm of innate grandmasters, and each has a mysterious image above their heads.

One is majestic, ring head knife, Tang knife, nine ring knife, Miao knife, chopping knife...... Tens of millions of blades are piled up into a peak, and the world's knives are all in it, gathering the best of the knife and embracing all things.

On the other hand, the light of the knife is like water, flowing like a mirror, reflecting all things, among which there is a ray of light flickering, each light is an invisible knife, a knife gives birth to ten thousand knives, do whatever you want.

The sword qi was vertical and horizontal, and under the escape, the hall was suddenly in chaos, and from time to time someone was injured by the residual power of the sword qi, and fell to the ground miserably, and the bloody atmosphere was permeated.

"Run, run!"

"What kind of Divine Sword Villa, snatch my treasures, rob me of my secrets!

"The old man of the sword god is domineering, the master and apprentice kill each other, there is a curse for a long time, there should be this retribution!"

......

In the chaos, the people of the rivers and lakes immediately revealed their true nature, beating, smashing, and robbing ......

How much I was afraid of the Divine Sword Villa before, how resentful I am now.

The Divine Sword Villa is like a locust transiting, clean and clean, and nothing remains.

Some people were even greedy, and they stared at the Xuantie heavy sword that Lu Chunliang was carrying.

It's a pity that such a strange thing forges a sword, if it is smelted into a knife, it will be a treasure knife again.

Seeing that he was alone, sneaky people surrounded him on all sides.

But before he could get close to within three feet, he immediately hit a thick invisible wall of qi, and he couldn't take an inch, and he fell out one by one.

Invisibly, the place where Lu Chunliang was located had become a forbidden place that no one could approach.

But he didn't look at these jumping clowns, but his eyes were locked on the disfigured swordsman Fan Wuxin, and when he thought about it, he suddenly felt that something was wrong.

This person is from the North Heavenly Gate......

Is it an innate again?