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After Du Shu lost his left hand, the next moment, he was already bounced away by the unconscious violent energy around Jiang Feng's body.

After falling to the ground, Du Kill felt a sharp pain coming from his heart. Coming out of the wrist and pointing directly at the heart, people say that ten fingers are connected to the heart, but at this time, Du Kill understands that the pain of losing a hand is far more terrible than the ten fingers connecting the heart.

Du Shal's face had turned pale, although he had never been a person with dark skin, but this whiteness was definitely beyond people's perception of him.

Blood, pain, torture, these things have long been unable to affect him too much. Although his body was lying on the ground, his head was raised high, his eyes were full of determination, Mo said that he had only lost a hand, even if only the last finger was left, Du Kill would never give up his intention to kill his opponent with it.

"Little ant, do you want to run now?"

Jiang Feng let out a strange laugh, suddenly twisted his feet, turned his body, and was already lightning towards a table.

"This hero, misunderstanding, it's all a misunderstanding, you listen to me, in fact, I know a big secret about Xiaolou listening to the spring rain overnight......"

Anyone who sees Haha'er for the first time will think he's a good person. Let's ask, if a person is not a good person, how can he put the loveliest smile on his lips every day, every day?

Haha'er has laughed all his life, so no one can tell his true thoughts and emotions from his laughter. When he laughs, his body sometimes hurts, but the more it hurts, the more he laughs. ”

For Haha'er, laughter is not only an elixir, but also a weapon...... The best weapon, he simply had never found a better weapon than laughing.

At this time, whenever someone else comes over, maybe from Haha'er's sincere smile, he will feel a little reassured. As a result, there is less vigilance and more slackness in my heart.

Haha'er has already grasped the knife behind his back, his technique is very secretive, and the knife is well hidden. It was a small sharp knife, as thin as a cicada's wings, and the throat was sealed with blood, and over the years, I don't know how many famous people in the rivers and lakes have been buried under this inconspicuous sharp knife unconsciously.

Haha'er was still half of her body under the table at this time, and her head and half of her shoulders were already exposed. Just covered the movements of his waist, he had already made up his mind, as long as Jiang Feng relaxed, the next moment, he would immediately take action and kill Jiang Feng under the knife.

It's a pity that Haha'er didn't know that Jiang Feng who flew in at this time could no longer be counted as a person. The most terrifying thing about Xiaolou listening to the spring rain overnight is that the magic knife is unsheathed, that is, it is to control people with a knife, and it is definitely not a human sword.

After the death of each Demon Sword Master, their martial arts will and all their move instincts will be absorbed by the Demon Sword. Not only that, but everyone who dies under the magic knife, all the moves and martial arts will they use in the face of the magic knife will also be absorbed by the magic knife.

No matter who you are, after getting the magic knife, as long as the magic knife is unsheathed, it will be as if you have received the inheritance of countless masters. Naturally, it can kill all sides, and there is no disadvantage.

But Xiao Lou stayed in the Demon Sect for many years after listening to the spring rain overnight, but he never exerted his true power, but it was because although this knife could make people ascend to the sky in one step, the flaws were equally obvious.

But as soon as a person with a successful martial will picks up this magic knife, he can easily feel the kind of consciousness that is constantly pouring out of the magic knife trying to control himself. Let's ask, who can cultivate the will of martial arts, which one is not a genius, and how can he be willing to become a puppet of a magic sword.

And those who have not been able to cultivate the will of martial arts, most of them are still shallow in their internal kung fu. Although the magic knife is powerful, it is a rootless wood after all, a rootless ping, and the power of the magic knife depends on the internal strength of the person who makes the knife.

This is different from what Jiang Feng has seen before, refining the gods and transforming the qi, what will be achieved is a firm mind, indomitable, and the cultivation of the inner family can be a thousand miles a day. Those who have not cultivated the will of the martial arts, the internal strength is so shallow, it is difficult to maintain the consumption of the magic knife, and before they hurt people, I am afraid that they will be sucked into the magic knife.

And after Jiang Feng's Ming Yugong reached the ninth level, the internal force could be said to be endless, and Jiang Feng did not have the slightest martial arts will at this time, but became the best carrier for Xiaolou to listen to the spring rain overnight.

The sound of "huhu" sounded, not the sound of the wind, but the small building in Jiang Feng's hand listening to the spring rain all night. But seeing that on the tip of the knife at this time, I don't know when, there was already an extra green aura of more than three feet.

Without the slightest hesitation and dragging, he slashed cleanly. In an instant, Haha'er and the table on his body had been silently divided into two parts.

Haha'er kept laughing, even though he couldn't feel the area below his chest at this moment. He still had the knife in his hand, but he couldn't pull it out.

"It's not good, this appearance is completely controlled by the magic knife!"

Master Tianfeng, Mu Daoren and Benevolence are famous figures in the rivers and lakes. The mastery of many secrets of the rivers and lakes is naturally far beyond the reach of people.

At the first time, the three of them had already judged the reason for Jiang Feng's appearance at this time.

"Huh?"

Killing Haha'er with a knife, Jiang Feng neither chased and killed the other three, nor did he turn back to deal with the bloody hand Du Kill. Instead, he turned sideways and glanced suspiciously in the direction of Master Tianfeng.

"Damn little worm, as long as you use a knife in the world, you can't hide my nose!"

As soon as the words fell, Jiang Feng's figure flew away in the direction of Master Tianfeng with the gusts of storm.

"That's what I smelled. For a while, the Buddha was in the heavens of Enlightenment, speaking for the mother. At that time, the ten directions of the immeasurable world, it cannot be said that all the Buddhas, and the great Bodhisattva Mahasattva, have come to gather......"

When Master Tianfeng had already begun to recite the scriptures, the two of them shouted in unison, "Master Tianfeng, be careful!"

However, although the two of them had the intention to rescue at this time, the two who had lost all their internal strength were just mud bodhisattvas crossing the river, and it was difficult to protect themselves. To be able to shout out is just to do your best to obey the destiny of heaven.

"A knife in the wind, there is no forgiveness for those who deserve!"

Some people can give everything they have, including their lives, to cover up a secret, but some people cannot.

At the moment of crisis, a knife that seemed to break through everything between the waves suddenly appeared, it was a Dongying katana, and the person who made the knife was actually the second monk Wuhua who had been standing beside Master Tianfeng. Not only was he not poisoned, but he also used a knife technique that should never have been used by him.

But he had to do this, otherwise, he would have died faster than Master Tianfeng!(To be continued.) )