Being a swordsman is hard.

A person who can be called a knife master must be someone who has a deep understanding and familiarity with knives.

Such a person must have been subjected to a knife himself, tasted the taste of the knife cutting through his own flesh, and tasted the power of the blade.

But it's not enough to have tasted the blade and know the power of a knife.

Far from enough!

A swordsman.

He must have slain with the sword.

It doesn't have to be about killing.

But the knife itself is a murder weapon, and it is meant to kill.

Man is a sword, I am a fish.

The knife has always represented extreme murderous aura.

When Jiang Ruoxuan held his hand on Xiao Lou's cold knife handle this time.

His feelings were in a different way than he had ever been.

The cold hilt seemed to come to life, as if it was no longer a dead thing, as if it was like a pool of green river, gentle and lovely.

The gentle hilt, if it is not gentle, it must be the blade!

The killing knife intent is constantly brewing in the blade and scabbard under the hilt, like a poisonous snake hidden in a hole, watching the enemy in front of him, looking for flaws and when, and giving the enemy a fatal blow.

Jiang Ruoxuan's eyes were also extremely bright.

In those bright eyes, there is a sharp light, which is enough to make those who are not brave enough dare not force it.

However, the enemy in front of him was so terrible that it was simply invulnerable.

Long Longjiu looked like he was standing so casually, and his posture was very lazy.

He also looked directly into Jiang Ruoxuan's eyes, but his smile seemed to look down on people, which brought extremely strong pressure to Jiang Ruoxuan.

It was this kind of pressure that made Jiang Ruoxuan unprecedentedly close to Xiao Lou at this moment, making him feel the tenderness of this knife, and he also knew that after this knife came out of the sheath, it was bound to be very ferocious, whether it was to the enemy or to himself, it would be very ferocious.

But it is obviously this peak state, Jiang Ruoxuan is confident that he is even stronger than when Xizi met martial arts on the night of the Mid-Autumn Festival, but he just can't pull out the sword.

The handle of the knife seems to weigh tens of millions of catties.

Jiang Ruoxuan's sword intent momentum was about to climb to the peak as it was brewing, but the knife couldn't be pulled out.

Because the enemy still looks flawless, the two fingers erected are like the Nantian Gate, unless he has the domineering momentum like Sun Monkey after a sword, he will definitely return in vain.

"Why don't you fight?"

"yes. Jiang Ruoxuan, what does this mean?"

"Playing deep?"

There were already people in the hall who couldn't stand it, and the atmosphere was too dull for them to feel uncomfortable.

But there are also a small number of people whose expressions are becoming more and more solemn, and they are all a little surprised when they notice the two stirring momentum between the two people in the confrontation now.

"His sword intent is so strong that it ......"

The master of the Star Gate was very surprised at this time, very surprised, Jiang Ruoxuan brought him too many surprises.

With such a pure and powerful sword intent, it was hard to imagine that it would appear on a martial artist in the Qi Condensation Realm.

But how did he ever know that Jiang Ruoxuan was a reborn guest, and he had even entered Huashan to discuss swords in the past, and he was a master of swordsmanship in the realm of gods.

In this life, although Jiang Ruoxuan no longer has the same skills as in his previous life, at this moment, he encountered a master like Long Longjiu, was oppressed by the other party, and was spiritually stimulated by Xiaolou's one-night knife, and found some inspiration and artistic conception in the past in an instant, but it was stronger when he was strong.

However, even so, the psychological pressure and contradictions that Jiang Ruoxuan was suffering at the moment had gradually made him a little unable to hold on.

He grabbed Xiao Lou's palms all night, and his palms were sweating.

His forehead was also sweating at this time, and the muscles all over his body were tense and tense to the extreme.

Only when you really face Long Longjiu can you feel the strength of the other party, and only then can you know how powerful the heart is.

Because at this time, the will of the two is already in the stage of confrontation.

Jiang Ruoxuan's eyes seemed to be full of energy, and the killing intent and sword intent became more and more intense, as if he could burst out with an earth-shattering blow at any time and at any moment, and his momentum was strong.

But compared to Long Longjiu's smiling and leisurely state, he was like a completely taut string, seemingly strong, but it was unstoppable, diametrically opposite, thousands of miles away.

"Jiang Ruoxuan, do you want to just stand and stare at the dragon hero? If you can't fight, just admit defeat, I'll come up." ”

On the side, Li Luotao looked more and more impatient, but he shouted indignantly, and his eyes were not good.

"That's it, Jiang Ruoxuan, don't occupy the pit and don't, you are ruthless to us, and you don't dare to make a move against Long Daxia?"

Guo Qilin also shouted after him, he also saw that Jiang Ruoxuan's state was not right at this time, and tried to confuse his mind and destroy his state of mind with words.

When the two of them were scolding, the members of the Snow Sword Gang beside them also booed.

However, at this moment, an extremely slight sound suddenly sounded.

It was the sound of the blade rubbing against its scabbard.

It's a creepy murderous sound.

Jiang Ruoxuan knew that it would not last long, and he even knew that once the knife came out, there would be no advance or retreat, and Long Longjiu would not have any flaws in his body.

But he had to go with the knife, and he had to do it.

Knife out of sheath!

The light of the cold flashed, and the faces of all the people who witnessed the sword light were shrouded in blue light and black and white.

Jiang Ruoxuan's eyes flashed with coldness, and all his spirits, thoughts, murderous intentions and emotions were all poured into the knife in his hand.

This knife is like a post sent by the king of Hades, the angle seems to be straight, but it is plausible, with his footsteps like a civet cat leaping forward, suddenly slashing towards Long Longjiu's right ribs.

One knife in, one knife back, I only have one knife. Who dares to block the knife?

Kill in life, kill in death, kill in my name. No one is killed!

"Kill ——!"

It was such an astonishing knife again, and it was such a chilling knife from the bottom of my heart, as if the terrifying scene of the full moon night in the past was repeated.

All those who witnessed this knife couldn't help but lose their voices at this moment.

Because the strongest thing about this knife is not the internal qi infused on the blade, nor the sharpness of the knife itself, but the sharp and unstoppable knife intent.

The strong knife intent was like a woman who had lost her child crying hoarsely, like a newlywed widowed wife sobbing quietly in the boudoir, it was so infectious, as if a knife had really cut open their eyes and their hearts.

This is the power of the sword intent, an extension of the origin of the soul of a swordsman.

Xiaolou listened to the spring rain overnight!

The world-famous magic knife has reappeared.

Under the blue light, two fingers suddenly appeared.

Such a sharp and murderous knife, with only two fingers, can it really be caught again?

Wow –

The blue light suddenly stopped between those two fingers.

It's like a dragonfly flapping its wings, and it naturally lands on its fingertips.

Can't get an inch!

Long Longjiu's smile, which had always been casual and lazy, suddenly became a little stiff and unnatural at this moment......