Chapter 17 Magic Knife

The red-haired young man stood in the center of the square, and the wooden knife in his hand naturally fell, and the bright red blood beads rolled down the blade to the ground, splashing into dazzling blood flowers.

The wind blew, brushing the young man's fluttering red hair, revealing a cold face like iron.

"Who else is coming?"

The feminine voice came from the mouth of the fat man Chu Qianjun. He looked around at the disciples of the sunset sect, with a shallow smile on the corners of his mouth. The indescribable ambiguity of the smile was ridicule or ridicule.

"Master Changsun, my disciple is not light or heavy. I don't think it's necessary to carry out this comparison. If it goes on, I'm afraid that your family will lose a lot."

Chu Qianjun looked at Changsun Jue with a smile on his face, but he couldn't hide the ridiccation in his eyes.

Changsun Jue's face was pale, and he trembled with anger, but as the master of a family, he still had to have a good demeanor. He put his hands in his sleeves and swept over the sunset disciples present, and the anger in his eyes was clear.

"It's not the end yet. How can Brother Chu come to a conclusion so early?"

"What are you waiting for? It's useless to wait any longer. I don't think any of your Sunset Sect is a rival to my disciples." Yelu, who was beside him, interrupted wildly and carelessly, regardless of other people's feelings.

His voice was not small, and the strong wind on the mountain swept by, and word clearly floated into the ears of the disciples of the sunset sect.

The group was in an uproar, and they were full of righteous indignation, but their eyes met the bloody wooden knife in the hands of the red-haired young man, like frosted eggplants, without the courage to come forward desperately.

Who dares to go forward?

Just as everyone was speculating, a clear voice sounded in the crowd.

"I'll do it!"

Everyone turned their heads and saw that a black-haired young man in a white robe came out. He Qianshui, the leader of the "Suns Five Ying" ranked first.

He Qianshui is 20 years old this year. He is a disciple of the Great Guardian. It is said that he has been a great guardian for many years. In fact, he has been under the master Sun Juemen. He is extremely good at water skills, and his realm is also on the ninth level of high-level warriors. Among the young generation of disciples in the Yanluo Mountains, he is also a leading figure.

However, he went down the mountain to work before March and never returned.

Unexpectedly, he rushed back at the most critical time. The disciples of the sunset sect showed ecstasy one by one and came forward to say hello one after another. Even Sun Jue, the chief priest of the sunset, and a group of elders breathed a long sigh of relief.

"Brother He, why did you come back? We bullied people."

"Yes, Brother He, the man of the Crazy Knife Gate is too bad. He injured Brother Qiu Shan and Brother Bai Wuji. Brother Qiu Shan's whole left hand was cut off. Brother He, you have to make the decision for us."

“............”

Everyone gathered around He Qianshui and talked angrily one by one.

Wu Pengwei stood beside Wang Heng, but the two did not join in the fun. He looked at He Qianshui, who was wearing a white robe with a beautiful face, and was also a little curious.

"Is this Qianshui very powerful?"

Wang Heng glanced at him: "Of course, the head of the 'Five Ying of the sunset', don't you think it's awesome?"

"But Qiushan and Bai Wuji are also the five heroes of the sunset, and the result is that they can't stop others." Wu Pengwei was a little puzzled.

Wang Heng suddenly became anxious: "What do you know? He Qianshui is a water genius. He has a rare body of water virtue in a hundred years. Although Qiu Shan and Bai Wuji are also one of the five heroes of the sunset, how can they be compared with Brother He? The two of them are not the opponents of Brother He."

"And it is rumored that Brother He Qianshui has used the 'Red Fire Beads' to quench the power of water qi and blood. The purity is enough to make people stunned. Even if he is a master at the level of martial soul, he may not be able to beat him." Wang Heng spit out some secrets like a cannon.

"Oh"

Wu Pengwei said oh, and he was a little surprised. It turned out that "red fire beads" can also refine the power of the water meridians, which is a good discovery.

He Qianshui pushed the crowd away, walked to less than three meters away from the red-haired youth, and stopped.

"I'm He Qianshui, please give me some advice."

He Qianshui asked with a fist. The red-haired young man did not answer, but still looked at the ground coolly.

He Qianshui was not angry, but just smiled and said loudly, "Since my brother doesn't want to tell his name, it's offended."

He Qianshui took a deep breath, and his whole body emitted a soft white light of qi and blood. These light of qi and blood lingered into silk, constantly moving back and forth on him. Compared with Qiu Shan and Bai Wuji, it was obviously more than one level higher.

However, unexpectedly, He Qianshui did not rush to the red-haired youth, but punched the ground.

"Bum"

There was a loud noise on the ground, and the blue stone bricks immediately broke apart.

Everyone was stunned and didn't know what He Qianshui wanted to do.

Only Wu Pengwei secretly praised "Wonderful". He Qianshui is obviously not an ordinary person. He chose to be about three meters away from the other party, which is just a little short of the knife body and the arm. If you want to cut He Qianshui at this distance, you must borrow strength, and the red-haired youth has never taken the initiative to attack.

But once the ground is smashed, the red-haired young man will lose his foundation and must deal with it. This instantaneous effort is enough for He Qianshui to seize the flaw and attack.

In less than a second, Wu Pengwei analyzed the purpose of He Qianshui's doing so.

Sure enough, the cracks in the ground enlarged like a snake, straight to the feet of the red-haired young man.

The red-haired young man frowned for the first time, and his body was slightly on one side to get out of the gap.

And between the lightning, He Qianshui shouted in a low voice, and his whole body bent down and rushed out like an arrow. The white light lingered between the palms of his hands, straight to the key point of the red-haired youth's lower waist.

The red-haired young man is also unambiguous. The wooden knife in his hand turns, takes it horizontally in his chest, and the knife splits vertically, and the red light is bright.

In an instant, He Qianshui, who had been leaning over, suddenly straightened up. A pair of white palms moved like a wave of water, bringing out thousands of light and shadows, and punched the side of the red-haired youth's wooden knife.

"Boom"

The water and fire actually emitted an amazing momentum, and the air between the palm and the knife surface burst, emitting a white fog-like luster.

After a blow, the two retreated at the same time.

The disciples of the sunset sect who were watching the battle immediately burst into a burst of cheers. In their opinion, being able to fight with the red-haired young man was enough to make them excited and cheer. Brother He was really powerful.

The two people in the square were just a quiet confrontation and were not affected at all.

"Good boxing"

The red-haired young man raised his head and showed a cold face, and a pair of eyes were as sharp as knives.

He Qianshui smiled and said, "Your swordsmanship is also good."

The red-haired young man shook his head and said, "You're not my opponent. Let's go down. I don't want to hurt you."

He Qianshui also shook his head: "There is no comparison. How do you know that I will definitely lose?"

"Yes, that's right!" The red-haired young man stopped talking, but just raised the knife over his head and said coldly, "I have a rule in my life. Only the person who can take my two knives is qualified to ask my name. You are my respectable opponent. I hope you can avoid my magic knife."

After saying that, the red-haired young man's eyes actually closed, and red rays of light lingered from his palm and gradually converged on the wooden knife, forming an extremely terrible knife light. The knife light swallowed and trembled, like a snake's letter.

And He Qianshui's face also became solemn, and his body shook back and forth like a wave. Every time he shook a point, the white light on his body was strong. In the end, he was like a white light in a human form, and the sound of undulating waves in the white light could be faintly heard.

The two of them stood face to face.

Everyone held their breath and looked motionless at the two people in the comparison, afraid of missing something.

Only Wu Pengwei also closed his eyes.

At this moment in his mind, the red-haired youth's way of luck is being played back over and over again, and he has been analyzed and disassembled over and over again, trying to find out the way to run.

The reason why the "Crazy Knife Gate" is powerful is not because of how good their martial arts skills are. On the contrary, their background is not as deep as that of the sunset sect. It has only been established for two hundred years, but the Crazy Knife Gate has a unique way of luck, which allows disciples who reach the level of samurai to apply the power of qi and blood to weapons.

This is a great innovation. You should know that the world's martial arts skills are complicated, but only martial arts who have reached the realm of martial soul can skillfully use weapons and operate the power of qi and blood. With the martial soul, the power of qi and blood is not dignified enough to cover the weapons.

Being able to have weapons before the realm of martial soul will obviously have a great advantage in battle. Therefore, the "Crazy Knife Gate" is so powerful and highly praised by young people.

A stream of light silk condensed into a human shape in Wu Pengwei's mind. Like a red-haired young man holding a virtual wooden knife in his hand, the air wire is constantly reorganized, constantly deriving, and constantly bursting. Finally, it finally simulated the way the red-haired youth runs the power of qi and blood into the wooden knife.

Although it may not be completely accurate, it is 80% similar.

At this time, Wu Pengwei opened his eyes. He looked at the two people facing each other in the field, sighed, and said faintly, "He Qianshui has lost."

Wang Heng, who was beside him, was staring nervously at the situation on the court. At first glance, he heard Wu Pengwei's whisper, and almost burst out of breath. He immediately stared at Wu Pengwei and said, "What nonsense? How can Brother He lose?"

Wu Pengwei smiled indifferently and did not distinguish. In fact, in his mind, he had already analyzed the results of the two enemies, but others may not know.

Sure enough, He Qianshui suddenly rushed to the red-haired young man with a long roar, and the red-haired young man suddenly opened his eyes and shouted in a low voice. In front of him, he cut him with the power of fire.

The two of them passed by mistake.

He Qianshui suddenly turned around and smiled in a low voice: "Magic knife, it's really a good knife." After saying that, the blood splashed on his chest and fell down.

"Brother He..."

The disciples immediately exclaimed and rushed forward to take He Qianshui out of the square to rescue him.

The field suddenly became deserted again, and the atmosphere of despair began to spread gradually. The disciples of the sunset sect stopped talking. They bowed their heads and looked down at their masters and elders.

"Master Changsun, what else do you have to say?" Chu Qianjun said with a smile, and his fat hand touched his chin.

"Alas..." The eldest grandson looked up at the sky and sighed, as if he had been old for ten years. "That's all. That's it. It should be like this. It should be."

After saying that, he waved his hand, and a black token flew out of his sleeve.

Chu Qianjun took the token in his hand, laughed three times, and then hugged his fist and said, "Thank you, Master Changsun. At the 'Wuwang Conference' this year, I will definitely greet Mr. Yuehua of the Water Mirror Secret Sect for you."

As soon as his voice fell, there was a clear shout in the crowd.

"Wait a minute, who said that there was no one in the sunset?"

Everyone was stunned and turned their heads one by one to look in the direction of the sound.

A beautiful black-haired young man in miscellaneous clothes strode out with a broom.