Tai Jian's temper is not very good, especially after he learned the 8864 Road "Ground Knife", his temper became more and more big. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

Although his realm is not very high, he has never been defeated, the reason is that he never fights with a martial artist with a high realm, not to mention, he is originally a thief, a scoundrel in the market, if a thief has his martial arts in this realm, he can also be a thief.

Today, he had already slashed and killed four or five disciples of the Divine Fist Sect in a row, and he was quite complacent, but he couldn't see how strong Wu Tianzheng's strength was, so he was so arrogant to draw his sword against each other.

For him, he can't see his strength, maybe his strength is very weak, and he has never been defeated, so he feels invincible in the world in a trance.

The snowflake machete slashed down in the air, condensing a huge snow-bright sword shadow, roaring with a sharp sound of sword wind breaking through the air, smashing the endless void and slashing down towards Wu Tianzheng.

Tai Jian is best at the "ground knife", when fighting against people, he is always used to roll on the ground first, and is familiar with the routine of the ground knife, so this kind of volley knife method is very uncomfortable for him, but he feels that it is enough to deal with this teenager, even if he can't win, there will be no danger, because when he attacks, he has already calculated how to retreat and escape.

But what made him feel strange was that the young man in front of him didn't seem to have any intention of making a move with him, but just looked at him with a contemptuous and unremitting expression, as if his people were made of mud, his knife was papier-mâché, and his moves were all taught by his teacher, and he would not hurt the young man at all.

This made Tai Jian even more annoyed, he went to steal other people's things, but every time he informed the person who was going to steal in advance, because he felt that he was as dashing as Chu Liuxiang, a thief, and what he was most afraid of was that others would look down on him.

Tai Jian roared, with enough strength in his life, because his knife has been split to Wu Tianzheng's face, if Wu Tianzheng does not dodge or dodge, he promises to split this arrogant teenager in half, he is very confident in his knife skills and knives, his snowflake machete, is forged with the best cold iron in the snow mountain, sharpening iron like mud blowing sharp blades, his knife is from a secret cave, a martial arts predecessor left by the martial arts secrets, the predecessor has long since died, only left this sword book to pass down, but was accidentally obtained by Tai Jian.

Wu Tianzheng really didn't hide, which made Tai Jian's heart bloom, this knife really slashed on Wu Tianzheng's face, but what shocked Tai Jian was that his snowflake machete didn't even cut off a single hair of Wu Tianzheng, is this kid a demon?

His sword was blocked by a mysterious and invisible force, and then it seemed to be embedded in a wall of copper, that is, it could neither move forward nor retreat.

What shocked him even more was that his hand was the same, as if it was tightly attached to the hilt of his knife by a powerful magnet, and he couldn't turn over if he wanted to withdraw the knife.

Tai Jian used his strength to eat, desperately withdrawing the knife, or withdrawing his hand, he didn't want to unite the sword now, the knife was in the person, the knife was dead, and he didn't want to do it at all.

Large droplets of sweat rolled down his forehead, his face was red and his neck was thick through gritted teeth, but Wu Tianzheng stood there like a god and a Buddha.

Everyone was stunned when they saw this scene on the cliff, and they couldn't understand what was going on.

"As I said, your knife can't be used to kill people because it's not a knife in the first place," Wu Tianzheng said lightly.

"Nonsense! No one's blades are blades in the first place, they can only be used as killing weapons after they have been forged and forged," Tai Jian said, gasping for breath.

"But your knife turned out to be a burning stick, and it was later changed into a knife, right?" Wu Tianzheng asked.

"You talk nonsense! you ......" Tai Jian listened to Wu Tianzheng so sarcastic about himself, his nose was almost crooked, and he wanted to argue a few words, but he was horrified to find that the tip and blade of his snowflake machete were slowly rolling up, mixed with the harsh and strange sound of weapon twisting and deformation, and in a short time, his knife really turned into an iron rod with a handle.

"You...... Aren't you human?" Tai Jian said in a trembling voice, he suddenly felt that something was wrong, because from Wu Tianzheng's tiger eyes, a fierce killing intent had already appeared.

A majestic force suddenly slammed into him from the top of the iron rod, and the sword was knocked upside down by the force with a scream, his entire chest cavity had collapsed deeply, the sound of bones shattering could be heard clearly, and his arm hung down softly, because there was no longer a single vein or bone intact on that arm, and all of them were shattered.

Tai Jian's body flew towards Di Qinglin and the others like a paper owl with a broken thread, Di Qinglin didn't dare to reach out to pick it up, but chose to dodge silently.

The people under Gu Ju's men are like this, they are not chivalrous people in the first place, and no one will care about the life or death of their companions.

Before Tai Jian fell to the ground, his human head had already flown out, and no one could see how Tai Jian's human head was lost, because Wu Tianzheng had not moved too much from beginning to end.

It was as if a gust of wind blew the sword's head off.

"Ghost! This kid must be a ghost! Run, everyone!" Finally someone could not stand the terrible stimulus, and shouted and ran away.

"Stop!" Wu Tianzheng shouted again, but this time no one listened to him, he didn't let him fight, didn't he let him run? Dozens of martial artists from the Troll Kingdom flew away from all directions, they just hoped to stay away from this little monster, no matter how strong you were, it was impossible to catch the people who fled in all directions at the same time!

However, Wu Tianzheng did not intercept them, as the screams sounded like ghosts crying wolf, something strange and terrifying happened that made the rest of the people feel even more weird and terrifying, those forty or fifty people who fled, each of them had their legs up to their knees and suddenly broke off, and the bloody hundred or so calves fell on the stone ground or in the grass with a "pop", and the blood of those warriors was spraying wildly, and the screams were terrifying.

"Wind Blade!" Xuan Bing, who had always been cold, suddenly said in surprise, she didn't expect that this young man's mental power would improve so quickly! When the mental power breaks through the first realm, it can control all things in the natural world between heaven and earth as a blade.

Just now, only she and the Blue Devil could see that countless wind blades burst out from Wu Tianzheng's body, blowing like a trace of breeze and ghosts, invisibly cutting off the legs of those fleeing warriors, of course, this kind of wind blade can only show its divine power when fighting against martial artists with a lower realm, and a martial artist with a realm like Di Qinglin can't hurt him at all, but it can undoubtedly cause an extremely shocking psychological blow to him.

"Well, it seems that this son can be taught," the Blue Devil also said with a smile, after all, the faster Wu Tianzheng progressed, the faster their bodies and combat power could recover.

Those warriors who broke their legs, some fell to the ground and passed out directly, some lay on the ground and swallowed the pill and kept howling, and even some even ignored the pain of the broken leg, and still fled with their hands on the ground, they really felt too frightened, but they didn't escape far, they couldn't support it due to excessive blood loss, and fell heavily to the ground.

Under Di Qinglin's subordinates, no one of the remaining more than 200 people dared to run away anymore, including Di Qinglin, who was only full of true power and planned to fight with Wu Tian for the last time.

However, when Wu Tianzheng stood in front of him, that kind of supreme spiritual power and coercion also forced him to move with difficulty, and his heart was broken.

"Let me ask you, is Gu Ju in the city?" Wu Tianzheng said as he looked at Di Qinglin.

"No, he has left the Troll Country since yesterday, and he hasn't come back yet," Di Qinglin only replied truthfully.

"Do you know where he went?" Wu Tianzheng was stunned for a moment, and then frowned, he didn't expect that he was so unlucky.

"I don't know, the whereabouts of the monarch have always been very secretive, how dare we courtiers ask more," Di Qinglin smiled bitterly.

"Why don't you know?" Unexpectedly, Wu Tianzheng grabbed Di Qinglin's neck and lifted him from the ground alive.

Di Qinglin had long been ready to fight with Wu Tian, but once Wu Tianzheng caught him, he couldn't use any strength, (to be continued.) )