After the Daoshan line, there was no news from the head pavilion and the high mountain, everything was so calm, but under the calm lake, the turbulent waves were like a dormant evil dragon at any time to pounce out of the water, tearing this calm appearance to pieces, revealing a bloody reality!

Everyone wanted to ask the guy on the hill for an explanation, but everyone was calm. They're waiting!

So, I waited for a month.

When the group of people waited impatiently, there was finally a trace of movement on the high mountain, and a delicate female doll rolled down the mountain, yes, just roll.

She rolled very happily, not ordinary Huan, her fair and tender little face was covered with a few pieces of dirt of different sizes, which looked a little dirty, but when she stood on the huge stone on the side of the mountain road, she was also a little spirited, raised her chest high, took a deep breath, and yelled at the eight elders who had been kneeling at the foot of the mountain for a month: "You guys go, this is not what you think!"

After speaking, the little girl pulled out a snowy knife from her back, and in an instant, the cold light hit her face, and the people on the entire mountain road felt the cold air, and couldn't help but tighten her clothes, blinking her eyes and looking at the knife in the female doll's hand dryly!

Snow Drink Cold Knife, the third in the knife spectrum, the fourth saber in the world that year, its appearance seems to have expressed the attitude of the person on the mountain, and the elder stared at him, so he had to pat his ass and leave.

Before leaving, the Great Elder Chang Wei trotted all the way to the female doll with a blushing face, swallowed and foamed, and asked tentatively: "Nie girl, how is your sword practice? It can be compared to the young disciple on the mountain a month ago?"

The little girl blushed when asked, squeaked, and didn't say a reason for a long time, and finally became angry under the shitty gaze of the great elder, twisted her buttocks, and flashed!

"Hey, hey!"

The Great Elder touched his beard with a smile, and the whole person seemed to be a little refreshed, because he finally saw the appearance of this little demon eating deflated!

You must know that since the little demon began to practice knives, these elders have not slept soundly for a day, and their faces are still hot when they fall asleep in the middle of the night, and they feel that they have lived to dogs for half their lives, and they can't even teach an eleven or twelve-year-old girl, but they are called by the little girl in a few words, and they are extremely embarrassed.

"Let's go! Let's see what the old deer has to say. ”

The Great Elder flicked his sleeves, followed by the seven old guys who immediately cheered up with a smile, and staggered to Yunwu Mountain.

On Yunwu Mountain, Lu Ming snorted and scolded secretly, but I don't know who was scolding, in short, I was unhappy in my heart!

"This group of old immortals, the old man said at the beginning, this kid is very evil, not a good seedling, you have to keep him, and what the law of the ancestors should not be abandoned, now I want to come to the old man's stubble when something happens, and I think it's beautiful!"

The old man took out eighty-one array flags from his sleeve, threw them out casually, and landed around Yunwu Mountain, protecting the entire Yunwu Mountain, and said to himself with a smile: "The old man doesn't believe it, you dare to break the formation in the knife gate, hum!"

The old man was proud for a long time, and he didn't know what nerves he had, and suddenly he scolded, scolding no one else, it was someone from Zuo Leaning Peak!

"Little Wang Eight Lambs, I don't know how thick the sky is, I even dare to use the last three moves of the Two Lives Knife, I really don't know whether to live or die!

He couldn't figure it out. ......

In the valley of clouds, Zuo Leaning Peak sat shirtless under the big tree, his eyes staring at the blue sky, and his thoughts were flying.

"Two lives and three knives" is a taboo, which he knows very well, because these three knives do not belong to the world, the power is huge, known as the demon knife, most of the people who have practiced this knife method in the past generations have never used it, on the one hand, because the comprehension of the knife intent of the two lives and three knives must reach the peak of perfection, otherwise the knife method used is just a vain appearance!

These harsh conditions made many disciples who practiced the two-life sword in the early stage mostly break the kettle and change to other sword techniques in the later stage, because few people in the rivers and lakes know which three knives the "two lives and three swords" are, and what are the harsh conditions!

Of course, it is difficult to say whether the fourth in the world, which has half the blood of immortals, will reduce its lifespan by a hundred years, after all, the half-immortals are already very human to a large extent!

Zuo Leanfeng stretched out his hand and looked at it carefully, there was nothing on it except thick calluses, it was bare, like a dry cement floor!

It's not an ordinary person's hand, it's just that few people know about it.

He stood up and said with a little self-deprecation: "Alas, who let that 'reckless man' be the first woman to tell me!

Zuo Tianfeng smiled and comforted himself, looked down and looked inward, the real qi in the dantian swirled around the limbs and hundreds of remains, moisturizing the internal organs, patrolling his territory like a lazy long snake.

He was satisfied.

Although there was an old woman who nagged in his ear all day long, and the family was long and short, he still enjoyed this life, quiet and peaceful.

"Go ahead!"

He swung a knife, the knife wind was strong, and then disappeared without a trace, but Zuo Leanfeng still closed his eyes tightly, standing in place in a daze, and "watching" with some excitement that the muscles and tendons in his right arm contracted and relaxed, and nodded with satisfaction.

"Two life knives, one knife and two lives, it really deserves its name!"

He laughed and moved.

After practicing the basic sword technique for two months, plus the last sword just now, I have practiced 100,000 times, and it is time to change to other moves!

The first knife technique he practiced was the "Storm and Rain Style", which was shaped like a gale, and the knife was like a shower, and everywhere he passed, everything turned into nothingness!

This style of knife technique became famous in the late Qin Dynasty, and the fourth person in the world singled out 100,000 iron horsemen of the Qin Dynasty in front of Penghu Valley with a knife, and won a big victory!

It is rumored that the fifth-ranked snow drinking cold knife in the fourth hand of the world in that battle turned from white to red, and it couldn't be washed off even if he tried his best, if it weren't for the sword sect having a place to wash the sword pool and was secretly used by him to wash the knife, I'm afraid it would still be bloody!

Even now, the Snow Drink Cold Knife will still "bleed"!

As for after that battle, Penghu Valley has become a forbidden place, and there is no way to verify what kind of situation it is, but as long as you think about it a little, you can know that that day was the nightmare of the golden iron horse of the Great Qin Dynasty that had dominated the world for a hundred years!

Because in the fourth eye of the world, these people are grass, and the impermeable knife technique he wields that has reached the speed of sound is a harvester, stubble after stubble, shattering countless internal organs!

It's exciting to think about!

Zuo leaned and sneered, Feng's eyes were blood-red, and the knife in his hand swung faster and faster!