As soon as the voice fell, a finger popped out, but it was a polymer of dust that had just been pulled out of the nostrils.

That polymer turned out to be extraordinary, wrapped in a strange mysterious aura, and the murderous aura emitted from it made the men of the Blood Knife Sect extremely jealous.

The man from the Blood Knife Gate snorted coldly, contemptuous in his heart, and said, "Hooligans, it is simply a shame for my cultivation world to use such an inferior trick!"

The sigh is not over yet, the extremely fast dust polymer has already hit his face, and he doesn't plan to dodge, after all, there is a bloody knife in his hand, what trick can't be broken?

"Drink!"

With a cold drink, the blood knife in his hand was raised slightly, and it slashed at the fine polymer with incomparable precision, and an inexplicable joy welled up in his heart, but soon his expression froze.

I only felt that when the blood knife broke through the mysterious qi on the surface of the dust polymer, there was a strange and mysterious fluctuation that emitted it. The next moment, something terrible happened!

For some reason, his blood knife uncontrollably lost control, and the blood gushed out like a spring of water and fell to the ground, staining the black dirt a disgusting red, low and oppressive.

"This is impossible, every blood knife is cast through the secret method in the sect, so it has the ability to suck human blood, this knife has been raised by me for many years, and it already has spirituality, how can it be ......" The man from the Blood Knife Gate showed an incredible look of pain, trying his best to stop the blood from continuing to flow out, but when he tried his best, he found that it was all in vain. Soon the expression on his face quickly changed and became terrifying.

"Every drop of blood in the Blood Knife requires great energy to refine, and every drop of blood is the foundation of my future cultivation, but today...... All of this has been ruined for you, you say, what are you going to pay back?, you say!" The man from the Blood Knife Gate looked at the young man opposite, his whole body trembled with anger, and his eyes almost fell out.

"Hehe!" the young man laughed lightly, looked at the blood accumulated on the ground, and said, "I have heard that the Blood Knife Gate is disgusting before, but when I saw it today, I realized that you have simply lost your conscience," he rubbed his forehead with his hand in embarrassment, "I want to think about what to do now?"

The man from the Blood Knife Gate finally exploded in anger, his eyes were split, and he carried the hungry Blood Knife and rushed straight up. As soon as the blood knife came out, it was even more terrifying than at the beginning, an extreme and crazy knife momentum directly enveloped dozens of zhang of space, and everywhere it passed, all the trees and rocks were easily cut by the raging knife qi.

"Pay it with your blood!" roared the Bloody Knife Doorman angrily.

The young man's body was ghostly, still in thought.

"That's a good idea!"

He suddenly raised his head, a flash of joy flashed in his eyes, his fingers raised, his temperament changed sharply, and he shook back the black rainrobe. "Anyway, you killed so many people, you can't blame me for being ruthless!" he chuckled.

The black rain robe faded away, and it was instantly torn to pieces by the knife qi, but the man from the Blood Knife Gate was slightly stunned, because he found that under the man's black robe was an indifferent blue robe. At that moment, he seemed to think of something, and an irrepressible excitement suddenly jumped on his face. "So you just don't cross the wind!" he shouted excitedly.

"Shhh, be quiet, don't let people find out I'm here!" Feng Budu said in a low voice, and an extremely fine trace of Xuan Qi in his hand suddenly emitted, but it contained terrifying power, directly piercing through the hundreds of sword qi of the Blood Knife Gate man, and directly hitting the heart of the Blood Knife Gate man.

said that it was too late and that it was fast, and that Xuan Qi barely gave the other party time to dodge, and it accurately entered the target's heart.

"You ......" The voice stopped abruptly, and the raging Xuan Qi was all extinguished at that moment, and the man from the Blood Knife Gate suddenly fell into the void, and his head was planted in the muddy water, his face turned blue.

He hadn't died yet, he hadn't even been injured, but there was incomparably fear in his heart, because his meridians and Xuan veins were all sealed at that moment, and he had become an ordinary person. There seemed to be a long, long chain in his body, penetrating every acupoint and every meridian of his body, locking all his Xuan Qi.

He had heard that Feng Budu was very powerful, but he was not an ordinary monk, he was also a sharp genius in Nanban, and there were few people of the same age in the Blood Knife Sect who could compare with him.

He frantically killed monks to get blood, and if he killed one person, he would be one point stronger, and he didn't know how many he had killed to achieve what he had today. However, Feng Budu actually used only one finger to defeat him.

"Don't be discouraged. Feng Budu seemed to understand what he was thinking, "My Demon Finger is ever-changing, it was created after referring to countless spells, and many geniuses in the Chu State have been defeated on this, this is not a shame for you!"

Feng Budu finished saying these words in a joking tone, but he didn't know that it fell on the ears of the man of the Blood Knife Gate, it was simply the most terrifying thunder, and the latter felt that all his past efforts were a joke.

He was so angry that he wanted to curse loudly, but it was useless until he heard a familiar trill, and his heart suddenly became cold.

Feng Budu and another touch of mysterious qi did not enter the blood knife, and the blood knife suddenly trembled, making a terrible sound, he had never heard such a hungry sound, it was even colder than the chains of hell.

"Your Blood Knife Sect specializes in cultivating evil methods, and the blood must be very good, so it's just right to feed the knife. Feng Budu raised his eyebrows, and raised his fingers again.

The Blood Knife Sect man only felt a strange power pulsating in his body, and countless meridians burst at that moment, and blood gushed out like a spring, surging towards the Blood Knife, and it was soon all devoured.

"Alas, what a sin!" Feng Budu stood in the rain with a regretful face, "I must not be discovered, otherwise the Blood Knife Gate will find my head, and I will not have to die a thousand times?!"

As he sighed, the muscles in his face suddenly twitched, staring into the distance. A few subtle chatters clearly fell into his ears.

"It turns out that he just doesn't cross the wind, tsk, he deserves to be the genius of my Chu country!" someone sighed.

"Yes, if my Chu State can produce ten such characters, it will no longer be a dream to rule the world for a long time!"

"Without further ado, let's hurry up and publicize the glorious deeds of this young man!"

A few breaths quickly disappeared, leaving a bewildered look on his face. "Don't, brothers, be merciful!" he cried out affectionately, "Actually, I'm not a bad wind, I'm just an impostor!"

However, no one believed him, and no one responded.

Just when he was full of grief, he felt something suddenly move in the muddy water behind him, and when he looked down, he found that the child had woken up, and two clear tear streaks soon appeared on the latter's mud-stained face.

"What about my master?" asked the child, biting his lip.

"Your master is dead. Feng Budu calmly replied.

"You're a liar, you're a big badass. The boy hammered his chest with his hand.

I don't know how long it took for the child to vent, Feng Budu felt that what he said was too straightforward, and when the child stopped, he said: "Dead is dead, it's useless to be angry, after all, fate is such a thing, people don't count." ”

"You still say...... I'll kill you!" the kid shot harder.

Feng Budu had no choice but to let the child down and accompany him to bury the latter's master under the oak tree.

"How should I write it?" asked the child as the monument was erected.

The child tilted his head and thought for a long time before he said: "Just write: The tomb of the family teacher Cheng Dabao, the lover has no intention of standing." At the end, he also drew a simplified version of a large roast chicken on the tombstone.

It turned out that the child's name was Ren Wuyi.

Ren had no intention of crying for a long time, perhaps because the tears were gone, before he picked up the broken sword and wrapped it carefully.

"Hey, boy, this sect is a very powerful refiner, if you ask me, I will help you pick up the broken sword. Feng Budu said with a smile, looking like a human trafficker.

"Ahh