For the first time, the masked killer's eyes changed, no longer as cold as snow before, but a little angry.

He was furious!

His most beloved knife, the sharp blade that has been with him for many years, was actually hit by another weapon at this moment, and the most unacceptable thing for him was that the owner of the weapon was still the prey he had to solve, which was simply a shame for him.

This is just like a human being, the battle of weapons is also a contest between the enemy and the enemy, in this contest, he lost, but he still has a chance to start over and be ashamed.

Zhang Yixian quietly looked at the dangerous killer in front of him, his breathing stabilized a little bit, and the physical exertion and tense nerves after the high-speed collision were lifted again.

There is a great terror between life and death.

The first time he was in such close contact with death, Zhang Yixian had already forgotten everything in his mind, and he only had this killer in his eyes who made him not afford to be despised in the slightest.

A life-or-death situation.

After the masked killer was angry in his heart, he didn't strike as aggressively as before, and he began to grind little by little, competing for patience.

After several more encounters, Zhang Yixian's active attacks were easily dodged by the masked killer, and he never entangled with him too much, just stared at him, but did not attack, always put his prey in a high degree of tension, and finally grasped his weakness and killed with one blow.

After a stalemate for half an hour, Zhang Yixian was indeed made more and more impatient by the masked killer, and after a few collisions, the fire accumulated in his heart became more and more vigorous, but the killer on the opposite side became more and more handy.

Taking a deep breath of cold air, Zhang Yixian gradually calmed down, if it continues like this, maybe he will be the one who loses in the end, this is the result that the killer wants to see the most.

Thinking of this, Zhang Yixian was less impatient, standing opposite with a long sword in his hand, letting the masked killer revolve around him.

It's just that the two eyes are still staring at the enemy like eagles.

This is a difficult prey, the killer saw that his method had lost its effect, he had to change the method of one hit, probed the mana in his body, and the next moment, the killer had another attention in his heart.

The clear sound of ......the footsteps colliding with the gravel on the ground fell on Zhang Yixian's ears, which was a reminder of the killer's action.

The long sword in his hand stirred, his steps were illusory, and his body followed the sword's moves.

The sound of metal clashing from different directions sounded, and in a short instant, the two had already fought dozens of times.

The clash of swords also made it clear to both of them that they were both difficult opponents, and that they had to come up with a result.

Zhang Yixian's left arm was slashed by a notched broadsword, if it weren't for his timely body transformation, and the jagged broadsword would definitely be able to cut off his arm.

Similarly, there was a thin blood mark on the masked killer's neck, and there was still a trace of blood on the tip of Zhang Yixian's sword.

exchanged injuries for injuries, but Zhang Yixian injured his hand, and the masked killer's injuries were almost negligible.

The killer's attack became more violent, powerful, and his moves were more swift and ruthless, and Zhang Yixian could only grit his teeth and hold on.

In each encounter, the masked killer would always attack Zhang Yixian's injured left arm little by little, occasionally leaving new wounds under old wounds.

His blood never stopped from the beginning, and the killer seemed to see hope, and the mana in the dantian meridians began to frantically pour into the big knife, attacking again and again, making both of them physically and mentally exhausted.

The battle had been going on for half an hour, and the masked killer's indifferent eyes had become even more indifferent, and the edges of his eyes were already bloodshot.

Zhang Yixian was no exception, his face was even paler, and the mana in his body was almost the same as that of a killer.

Since the two met, the killer had never said a word, and Zhang Yixian could only guess except for sensing something from his eyes.

The killer's heaving chest and the sweat dripping from his forehead tell how fierce the confrontation between the two men really was.

Zhang Yixian felt that his body was gradually feeling weak, and he had to get rid of the dangerous person in front of him as soon as possible, otherwise he was likely to die.

He never thought that the White Lotus Sect would do such a desperate job, not only recruiting heavenly soldiers and generals, but also ambushing killers in the dense forest outside Mount Tai, and according to different strengths, the objects he chose were different.

It seems that the people who escaped before should have been eliminated by the killers of the White Lotus Sect, and at this moment, Zhang Yixian didn't know if there were other accomplices like this masked killer in this pitch-black forest.

If this is the case, perhaps Zhang Yixian also feels that he will not escape death in the end.

The experience of fighting life and death with people is Zhang Yixian's biggest shortcoming, and at this moment, with the strength of his body and spirit, Zhang Yixian has avoided many desperate situations.

The killer's chest no longer rose and fell as violently as before, his eyes stabilized again, his body squatted, one hand supported the ground, the other palm held the big knife, hidden behind his back, his eyes were fixed on Zhang Yixian, who was gradually weakening, slowly looking for his shortcomings.

For no reason, Zhang Yixian suddenly felt his eyelids sink down, and his body was distorted.

This time, the masked killer still didn't move, and Zhang Yixian screamed in his heart that it was a pity.

He wanted to deliberately show his flaws, and if the killer came forward, his long sword would have a chance of killing him.

However, the experience of the killer he faced was beyond his imagination, and Zhang Yixian was not sure whether the killer had seen through his disguise or was also testing him.

With a ruthless heart, Zhang Yixian's same routine was staged again, and the difference was that he deliberately loosened the hilt of the long sword in his hand, and the sword body slid down a little.

At this moment, the masked killer is here, no matter whether Zhang Yixian is testing him at the moment, or setting a trap for him, in the eyes of the masked killer, the sword in Zhang Yixian's hand has slipped a knot, and the hand holding the sword is also a little weak, these are all flaws.

The killer will never give up the sword in his hand, and believes in this even to death.

So the masked killer didn't hesitate to shoot, and in an instant, when the killer acted with a big knife, his eyes were still staring at the long sword in Zhang Yixian's hand, once the green tendons on the back of his hand bulged, the killer would not hesitate to retreat, looking for a flaw again.

But until he approached Zhang Yixian's body, the long sword he was staring at still didn't move, and the masked killer was overjoyed, and the last wisp of mana in the dantian was also poured into the big sword.

The feeling of a blade like flesh, the scorching heat of blood gushing out, and the masked killer fell.

While his eyes showed unwillingness, Zhang Yixian let go of the other sword in his left hand that pierced through the killer's chest.

A feeling of weakness came over his body, and thick blood was pouring out of his chest from a wound that had been pierced by a large knife.

With a bang, Zhang Yixian's body and the masked killer fell on their backs.

It was finally over, and Zhang Yixian's consciousness was gradually swallowed up by the darkness.