Wang Hu is actually not very proficient in knife techniques, and he has not systematically studied or studied knife techniques!

For him, the knife is just a weapon in his hand, no different from other weapons, and he only relied on his own cultivation when he fought against people before!

But now, the knife in the hand of this black-robed man is different, it is obvious that the other party has a deep understanding of the way of the sword, and it is very likely that the other party is sanctified with a knife!

Therefore, although Wang Hu took the lead in making a knife, it was not only a knife that came out, immediately after the Soul Devouring Demon Knife, Wang Hu waved it again in his hand, and the Xuanyuan Sword appeared at the same time.

Like the Soul Eater Demon Knife, the Xuanyuan Sword is also a killing-type divine weapon, and the power displayed in Wang Hu's hands is not inferior to his Soul Eater Demon Knife, and even stronger!

And on the opposite side, until the sword qi of the soul devouring was approaching, only an inch away from the door of the black robe, the black robe finally opened his eyes, and the black big knife in his hand swung forward, the heaven and the earth seemed to be quiet, no one could see the trajectory of this knife, and a pitch-black sword qi was like a lightning bolt towards the sword qi of the soul devouring man!

"Boom!" At this time, neither of them controlled the power anymore, and the roar of the landslide and ground crack resounded directly in the entire canyon, and the sword qi above Wang Hu's soul devouring was directly split by a knife, and the vertical and horizontal knife qi spread around, and the entire canyon looked as if it was about to collapse!

And Wang Hu didn't care about these at all, because at this moment, the knife slashed by the black-robed man had already flashed in front of him after destroying his own soul devouring!

A strong life-and-death crisis was coming, and he was not sure until this moment that this guy with a knife was really going all out, and if he couldn't catch it, I was afraid that there was really only one way to die!

However, Wang Hu was also prepared, and the dazzling sword light on the Xuanyuan sword first lit up, and a sword slashed in front of him.

He had actually received the sword inheritance of the Tongtian Sect Master in Jilei Mountain before, but because he had been studying Buddhism with Xuanzang and wanted to comprehend the Dharma first, he didn't pay too much attention to the way of the sword.

But because he has the traces of the sword path left by the Tongtian Sect Master in his body, it seems that he has left a sword type in his body, and it is also the Tongtian Sect Master's famous killing and domineering sword species of the Three Realms, plus the Xuanyuan Sword, the first sword in the world that has been revived in his hand, so the power of this sword is also extraordinary, and it is even stronger than the sword light from his previous Soul Devouring Knife!

"Boom!" But the result is still obvious, whether it is the sword light or the sword qi, it looks very fragile in front of the sword qi split by the black-robed man, Wang Hu can feel that this sword light carries an indomitable momentum, all beings are ants, and it is this momentum that makes him unable to resist whether it is a knife or a sword!

"Boom, boom, boom!" Wang Hu kept waving the knife and sword in his hand while retreating extremely quickly!

One after another sword qi and sword light were constantly slashed out by Wang Hu, resisting the oncoming sword light.

In front of the two of them, the space was slashed and constantly emitted a piercing humming sound, filled with countless sword light and sword qi, as if the entire space could not be supported and would be shattered at any time!

"Bang!" Wang Hu stepped on a big stone at the entrance of the Heavenly Canyon, the hand holding the sword trembled continuously, leaving drops of blood, he let out a long breath of turbidity, and looked up at the black-robed man who just waved a knife lightly, and then stood there like a sculpture!

"I'm coming next!" Wang Hu said in a hoarse voice!

"I know, but you're still disappointing me, your body is filled with too many things, sword energy, dharma, ghost energy, demonic energy, demon energy...... , Any of these things can help you become holy as long as you cultivate to the extreme, but you don't even have one of them seriously to study and comprehend, all of them are still at a very shallow level, the most disappointing thing for me is that you are the Tiger Clan, the Tiger Clan's top evil qi supernatural power is still at such a weak level, you are too greedy and want to eat too many things, but I don't know that the final result of this kind of continuation is that you are stuck on the road to sanctification and will never be saved! I really don't understand why the master chose you as the inheritor of the God of War, the original demon king called Sun Wukong was much stronger than you!"

After the black-robed man finished speaking, he turned around and left, and at the same time his voice sounded in Wang Hu's ears: "Go back, you can't withstand the test of my master's god of war!"

Wang Hu's face was originally very pale, and when he heard the black-robed man's comments on himself, he suddenly felt like he had been struck by lightning, he had cultivated all the way from the most ordinary tiger demon to the present, it can be said that it was all by his own exploration, no one had ever given him any advice, let alone really worshipped the master, although Su Bodhi was his nominal master, but he had not really taught him anything!

And he has always relied on a flexible mind of a modern person, as well as a prophet of some plots in Journey to the West, to go smoothly, and he has rarely encountered setbacks in the past hundred years!

Originally, he thought that he had fused six kinds of holy power, and his combat power was infinitely close to that of a saint, and he was only one step away from becoming a saint, but the words of the black-robed man made his heart tremble.

Thinking of Brother Monkey, thinking of Nezha, thinking of Xuanzang, thinking of those strong people with names and surnames in the Three Realms, as well as a saint, they are indeed all taking the same path, majoring in a kind of power, and have been cultivating to the extreme, so many strong people are setting an example in front of them, coupled with the black knife man in front of him who has extraordinary sword skills and has entered the sainthood, Wang Hu was a little decadent for a while, thinking that his path to sanctification was wrong!

However, he has experienced so much along the way, and his Dao heart has long been as strong as iron, and he quickly reacted, although what the black knife man said has its truth, but his understanding of the way of the saint is not wrong, and it can't be wrong, this is the result of his more than 100 years of struggle in the Three Realms, if he admits his mistake, it is equivalent to denying the first half of his life, and he may even fall into the situation of going mad, so he is right, he firmly believes this.

In the last life, there was an old saying called three hundred and sixty lines, and he didn't need the approval of others to go his own way!

Even if you are in a wilderness at the moment, and there is really no road in front of you, then you must step out of this road and let it become a broad road, this is your holy path, and it is also the only holy path!

Thinking of this, Wang Hu suddenly took a deep breath, raised his feet and stepped into the Heavenly Canyon again, he wanted to walk to the end of this canyon, no matter how difficult and dangerous the front was, he had to walk over, not for the inheritance of the God of War, nor for the defeat of the black knife man, he just wanted his mind to be smooth, so that the holy path in his heart would be barrier-free again!

(End of chapter)