In all legends, crows are hoodoos. Wherever it appears, it is usually accompanied by misfortune or death.

In the thick fog of Xizi Lake in the middle of the night, a black figure suddenly appeared, like a huge crow flying over the head of the sycamore. It's just that in the crow's hand, there is a huge black scythe.

The appearance of this crow will bring whose death?

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Sycamore smiled, and his smile looked extremely lonely. She knew that a raven was flying over her head. The next moment, she would see the blood flowers brought up by the giant knife.

Because this man is called a raven, and this great knife is also called a raven, because the raven is thirsty. The thirsty raven does not drink water, but blood.

The black giant knife split through the dense fog, and with a humming sound of friction against the air, it slashed towards Ye Li's head. This knife is incomparably fierce, with an ominous aura, as if even a big mountain in front of it can split it.

From the time Wutong stabbed the first sword in the thick fog to the present, Ye Li has been passively resisting. At this moment, Ye Li finally moved. Because he didn't dare to guarantee that if he didn't take the initiative, he would not be able to avoid this terrible knife. He could feel that the owner of this knife had at least the martial arts cultivation of the five grades, and even faintly reached the five grades. This kind of realm, in the eyes of ordinary martial arts cultivators, can be regarded as a top master.

What's even more terrifying is that the black giant knife seems to have some kind of magic that directly points to people's hearts, which brings him great negative emotions. The deep darkness made the uneasiness and fear that he had suppressed in his heart faintly emerge, shaking his sword heart.

Ye Li's left hand suddenly trembled. The branch in his hand trembled violently, and the sycamore at that end suddenly felt that he was holding a red-hot iron bar, and he couldn't continue to grasp it at all.

The branch was completely in Ye Li's hand, and he still grabbed it with three fingers. He swung the branch upwards like a wood knife, and slashed right in the middle of the knife from the side. At this time, the giant knife was only half a foot away from the top of his head.

The crow in mid-air grinned, revealing Bai Sensen's teeth, and at this moment it seemed to transform into a huge bat in the dark night. I don't know how many masters he has split in half with this sword, this young man, does he want to be able to block it with this branch in his hand? Although this is the sycamore sword, in the hands of others, it is just an ordinary branch.

It was as if he had seen blood dripping from the knife.

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It seemed that there was too much movement, and the boat slowly stopped. The little guy in Tsing Yi seemed to be frightened by the scene behind him, and squatted on the bow of the boat, burying his head slightly between his knees.

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At the same time that his right hand released the Wu Sword, Wu Tong suddenly felt that his left hand was also loose, and the long sword in his hand was still there, but the wooden paddle on the tip of the sword was gone.

Wutong was slightly stunned, and a fierce momentum appeared on his chest, and then the whole person flew backwards, and a little red overflowed from his mouth, dripping on the calm lake, but there was no ripple.

Usually a person who is under great threat often unleashes great potential and does things that he does not dare to do or cannot do. The appearance of that black giant knife made Ye Li feel a huge threat, so for the first time, he felt his murderous intent extremely clearly.

The wooden paddle was in Ye Li's hand, and it was carried upside down by him, just like the broken sword that was holding him. The wooden paddle was gently swung out, and at that moment, Ye Li seemed to have returned to the island where he had lived for many years, repeating the action that had been repeated countless times, and the sycamore was just a piece of firewood in front of him.

Ye Li suddenly remembered what the master had said before leaving the island. "It's hard to kill people, if all those firewood have eyes on you, can your sword still be able to chop?"

He didn't want to look at the eyes on the other side, it didn't matter if they looked good or not. But he couldn't help but look at it.

So when he was only three inches away from Wutong's body, Ye Li turned the wooden paddle in his hand sideways and slapped it horizontally on Wutong's chest.

The tranquil moonlit night was broken by the sound of the sycamore falling into the water, which was heard far away over the lake.

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There was no blood from the wound, not even a single hair.

The sycamore sword in Ye Li's hand was cut horizontally in the middle of the giant knife, although it was not cut into two pieces like chopping wood, but it was cut right at the place where the knife momentum was condensed, and the sharp momentum was intercepted.

So the knife was lost.

The crow landed on the stern of the boat, seemingly unbelieving its eyes. He looked at the giant knife in his hand, and then at Ye Li on the opposite side, standing there intact, before he was sure that the knife just now really missed.

Unexpectedly, the boy shook his knife with just one branch.

The crow did not look back at the sycamore that had fallen into the water, and at this moment he really began to understand the horror of the young man in front of him. He was afraid that as soon as he turned around, he would see the branch coming out of his back.

The fog began to fade, and the crescent moon showed its head slightly, shining on the black knife in the crow's hand, imprinting a little ghostly light.

No matter how terrible it is, I have to kill him tonight

The knife light up.

Like a gust of wind.

At that moment, the crow's black giant knife slashed out seventeen in a row, each of which seemed to be able to cut the opposite teenager into two pieces. However, no matter how his knife changed, every time he was about to slash it, a branch appeared in front of his eyes. The crow knew that if he didn't put away the knife, the branch would be cut in his face first.

So he slashed out seventeen and received seventeen.

The boy was still standing there intact, holding a branch in his left hand and a wooden paddle upside down in his right hand.

The crow was depressed. The young man was obviously holding a sword in his hand, but he was like holding a firewood knife, and every time he slashed with such a simple hand, he could pass through the shadow of the knife and come to his eyes.

It is said that there are some masters in the world who can make the sword without a trace of fireworks. The young man was good, and he used his sword to burn firewood.

The raven put away his sword, still standing in the stern of the ship,

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Ye Li gasped slightly.

Only he knows how much he is consuming.

Because his qi aperture was sealed, his true qi could not circulate in the Purple Mansion, and he could only consume the true qi stored in his body like an ordinary martial artist. But only the consumption was not replenished, and after this action, his true qi was also very little.

After all, after losing the realm of a cultivator, he needed to fight like an ordinary martial artist, and this was a method he was not familiar with.

Perhaps he could have split that strange man in half like a big black bird, but every time he saw his red eyes, he remembered his master's words, and the sword could not cut down.

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The situation is somewhat stalemate.

However, after only a moment's stalemate, the situation changed again.

The crow seemed to be a little impatient with not being able to kill the young man in front of him, and his eyes were full of tyrannical emotions.

So he opened his mouth and spurted out a mouthful of blood.

The thirsty raven finally drank the blood, though it came from his master.

The originally pitch-black knife was somewhat bright, with a hint of dark red, and some subtle flames were dancing at the edge of the knife, as if they were from real hell.

Ye Li's eyes began to be solemn, and he hesitated for a moment, as if he had finally made up some kind of determination. He lifted up his already shabby clothes, tore off a black cloth, and put it over his eyes.