The crow slashed out.

The flames of the knife edge rubbed violently against the air, and suddenly exploded.

The flames that were more than a foot high ignited all the air in that area, and instantly enveloped Ye Li in it.

The black figure shrouded in purple-red flames was a little thin.

Ye Li threw away the oars in his hand, changed the sword to his right hand, and held it tightly.

The flames were getting closer and closer, and it seemed that in the next moment, they were going to completely devour Ye Li.

Ye Li did not retreat, but advanced. He faced the flames, swung the sycamore sword in his hand, and slashed towards the middle of the flames.

Swords and swords collided.

The edge of the sword met the tip of the sword.

Ye Li seemed to have forgotten one thing. The sycamore sword he held in his hand was indeed a sword, but in his hand, it was nothing more than an ordinary branch.

How can a branch meet a sharp knife head-on?

As a result, the sword failed to stop the crow's sword, and the giant sword broke the sword in half, and then it slashed downward.

Ye Li, who was blindfolded, couldn't see this scene, so he still held the branch firmly in his hand.

The giant knife had reached the top of Ye Li's head, and the blazing flames even scorched a wisp of green silk scattered on his forehead.

However, at this moment, the crow suddenly felt a sharp pain in his shoulders, and then an incredible scene appeared in front of him.

The huge flame from the black knife suddenly disappeared without a trace, as if someone had poured a basin of cold water on it. The black knife had already flown into the air, and his hands were still tightly gripping the hilt.

The crow also forgot one thing. Although his black knife had already split the Wu Sword in half, the sword was still in Ye Li's hand, and Ye Li's movements seemed to be a little faster than him.

So when his knife was about to fall on the top of Ye Li's head, the broken sycamore sword had quietly come to his shoulders, and then his arms were slashed out.

Even the branches that had been cut in half were much sharper than ordinary swords in Ye Li's hands.

The Raven critter screamed and leaped backwards. It's just that the body is no longer agile, and the black robe stained red with blood is no longer bulging, and it is softly dragging behind him, like a strange bird with broken wings.

Ye Li took down the black cloth that was covering his eyes, and watched him land on the sampan where Wutong was standing, gradually moving away, disappearing into the fading mist, and not chasing.

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The boat swayed again, but the little guy was a little lazy, and no longer worked as hard as before.

"What did you do to Miss Yin Wu?" the shepherd who stayed on the side finally came to his senses at this moment, and his tone was complaining, "Why did you provoke these strange people?" ”

Ye Li's eyes were still looking in the direction where Wutong and the crow had disappeared, and he said slowly: "Those people are not coming for us. ”

Shepherd knows that when Ye Li says about us, he refers to Ye Li and him. So he turned his attention to Simon Fugui.

Ximen Fugui didn't know where to take out the silk scarf again, and kept wiping his forehead, as if he was sweating like pulp. Seeing the shepherd staring at him with an inquiring expression, he couldn't help but smile bitterly: "I've never seen those two people." Although I took a few more glances at the Yin Dance girl, I wouldn't be hunted down and killed because of this. ”

The shepherd was about to speak, when the boat on the lake stopped.

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The fog on the surface of the lake had mostly cleared, and the sky was slightly brighter.

At the bow of the boat, a bamboo raft is horizontal. On the raft sat a man in a robe, holding a fishing rod in his hand, as if he was fishing at night. Maybe there were no fish on the bait, and the man in the coat was dozing off there.

Spring is cold, and it is not the season for fishing, not to mention that it is early in the morning.

So as long as you are not a fool, you should be able to see that the fish that the man in the coat wants to catch is afraid that it is not in the lake.

The fishing rod in the man's hand suddenly moved, and it seemed that a fish was biting the hook. This woke him up from his slumber, and he jerked up the fishing rod, but there was nothing.

The man was a little annoyed, put the fishing rod on the raft, and stretched.

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Seeing that the boatman was blocked in the way, he did not shout, but silently rocked the boat to the side, preparing to go around the bamboo raft.

It seemed only then that the man in the cloak had discovered the boat shepherding them, and when he stood up, he was a diminutive old man. He looked towards the boat and said, "A few sons, the old man is fishing here, and there is not a single osprey, I wonder if you have seen it?"

The shepherd grinned, "I said, uncle, we didn't see any ospreys, but we saw a crow with broken wings, I wonder if it's yours, uncle?"

"Childe has seen crows? I've heard people say that the crows in Xizi Lake are the most evil, especially at night, if they meet them, they will definitely die. Unexpectedly, several sons were so unlucky. ”

"Yes, maybe this man is not necessarily right, you see that we are not all alive and well. But the crow, who stumbled on his own, broke his wings. Isn't it funny, you say?"

The old man in the cloth didn't smile, but his tone was a little gloomy, "The sons are young and haven't seen many things. Since the old man said that if he saw that the crow would die, then whether the crow's wings were broken or not, he would definitely die. If the son doesn't believe it, the old man is willing to make a bet with you. ”

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"You're amazing, better than those two guys. Ye Li suddenly flew up in the air and landed on the bamboo raft, and the bamboo raft swayed slightly, "You, like them, are you here to kill us?"

The old man sighed and said, "The old man is just a fisherman, how can he kill people." But since you've seen that crow, you're going to die. ”

Ye Li said: "I won't kill anyone, so there won't be dead here tonight." ”

The old man was stunned, sighed again, and said, "Is it that young people nowadays are as confident as their sons?" After saying that, a bloody murderous aura emanated from his body and slowly spread to the entire lake.

The shepherd was a little impatient with the extremely thick bloody breath, and his laughing expression disappeared, pinching his nose and frowning.

Ximen Fugui rolled his mung bean-sized eyes, wiped his sweat with one hand, and looked ready to start enjoying the show.

The little guy in Tsing Yi stopped the wooden oar in his hand and sat on the bow of the boat.

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The Wu Sword had been split in half by the crow, so Ye Li was holding the wooden paddle in his hand.

Ye Li moved first. The old man in front of him was extremely unusual, his true qi was about to run out, if he couldn't defeat him, maybe he would really die tonight.

The wooden paddle was across his chest, filled with true qi, and although he was not accustomed to his own sword, it was better than empty-handed. Ye Li suddenly waved his hand, and the wooden paddle was like a real long sword, slashing towards the old man.

But the old man was gone. It was right in front of him, but he suddenly disappeared without a trace.

This is the first time Ye Li has failed to use his sword.

Ye Li was not surprised at all. At that moment, he clearly saw the old man move, and his thin body was as fast as a spirit leopard.

He knew that the old man was behind him, so he didn't turn around, his arm bent at an incredible angle, and a sword stabbed backwards.

Ye Li chopped wood and practiced swords on the island, and always used the sword as a knife. When he was on the island, he was suspicious, and it wasn't until he left the island that he realized that he was right, and that the sword was not such a trick. He didn't understand why the master taught him like this, but since the master taught him, there was always a reason for him.

Fortunately, in addition to repeating that action countless times while on the island, he would occasionally make a fool of himself, and the result was that he left dense holes in the thick old trees.

This time, a thorn in his hand was made by him blindly.

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