Chapter 238 The Knife is infinite

In the gloomy courtyard, the towering ancient locust suddenly had no wind, and countless small and exquisite green leaves shook up, like a rustling song... The backyard of Qingyang Inn seemed to be covered with a hazy veil...

A white light shot from nowhere and went straight to the throat of the ghost's head. Because the speed was too fast, the streamer in people's eyes became distorted... As if it was there. Although the ghost did not see when the white light appeared in his eyes, his consciousness had tightened, and the dangerous intuition made His heart suddenly contracted and he didn't even look at it. His right hand had been pushed out, and a magnificent hurricane suddenly appeared in the air, but the white light was too fast. In an instant, he did not know how to shoot through several layers of air and arrived in front of the ghost's head. However, because of the timely reaction of the ghost's head, the white light also changed its direction, transforming and deformed. He circled around the devil's head's arm, and then disappeared with a swish...

The white light disappeared, and the ghost head snorted coldly. The outstretched hand did not stop. It still extended to the black door and touched the black door... At this time, strange things suddenly happened. The force of the arm made a circle of bright red marks suddenly appear where the hand of the ghost's palm and arm were connected, and the traces became more As it got thicker, bright red blood slowly oozed out, and the ghost's face also changed. The ugly and fierce muscles began to twist, and suddenly let out a cry of pain. His right hand went to cover the left hand that oozed blood, but it was too late. With a "pop", the palm of his left hand had fallen into the dust, and the place where his wrist was broken, it became Blood red, bleed out, instantly dyed his broken wall and covered right hand...

The ghost head is a tough man. He exhales pain and immediately stops. Only the muscles on his face are distorted and more ugly and fierce because of the pain...

The courtyard covered by the gloomy shade is still silent, but the hearts of the Nangong family suddenly became tense. Nangong Ce looked at the ghost head, hummed gently in his nose and said, "Come back." The ghost head was like an amnesty and turned his head and walked back, leaving only the bloody palm to fall on the blue stone...

A dull-faced middle-aged man appeared beside Nangong Ce and stepped forward. Nangong Ce nodded slightly and whispered, "Thank you for your hard work." Many people hidden in the dark can't help but feel strange in their hearts. As the head of the Nangong family, Nangong Ce has an extremely high status, but he seems to respect the people in front of him...

The middle-aged man did not answer and walked forward, but the cyan Yuanli suddenly appeared around his black cloth shoes, just like a small cyan whirlwind. The middle-aged man's footsteps are not fast, but there is a kind of nature that fits the rhythm of heaven and earth...

I don't know when a black knife appeared in the hands of a middle-aged man. The knife was three feet and three inches, without a scabbard, and there was no blade between the blade. The curvature was ten minutes higher than that of an ordinary knife. Holding it in the middle-aged man's hand, it was like holding the closest lover. The middle-aged man's left hand did not stop from beginning to end. He stroked it. The action of the black round knife in his hand was round and natural, and his eyes drooped slightly, and he did not look up at the front...

A shock came from somewhere, and a woman's voice came from the dark.

"I didn't expect that the world-famous knife idiot would succumb to the Nangong family? It's really strange..."

The middle-aged man didn't speak, but stopped. His right hand did not leave the black machete in his arms. He lowered his eyebrows and closed his eyes, as if he was waiting for something... The woman's voice came, but a generation of masters bowed to him. It's really funny...

The middle-aged man Yue Zhiyuan looked like wood and stone. Finally, a deep voice came from its mouth, and the syllables were short and paused, just like a thick rope sawwood...

"Bear Wuji, please fight."

In the gloomy courtyard, the flowing breath seemed to be attracted by its words. The voice is short and low, but there is a strange power.

There was no response... The originally closed black door squeaked, and a slender figure came out gracefully... Originally, some dark courtyard seemed to be illuminated by a bright light, and the woman's light sprinkled all over the Qingyang inn in an instant... From time to time, there was a sound of sighs in the dark corner...

The wind chime on the ancient eaves of the green brick house was blown by the breeze at this time, and suddenly made a beautiful sound of jingling bells, which was quiet and natural...

"The knife is indeed extraordinary!"

"Miss Murong is a century-old wizard. Her martial arts skills are peerless, and the knife is extremely courteous..." Dao Wuji actually knew Murong Shan, and his words also increased... Although she said it was courteous, she just raised the handle of the black machete slightly and pressed it down... But this was enough to hide those in the dark. The person who watched the battle was secretly moved. As a rare knife wizard in the world, Dao Wuji was respectful and polite to a girl who looked about two years old, which was really shocking...

A reserved smile appeared on Murong Shan's face and said, "It's surprising that Dao Wuji is so polite..." Dao Wuji's face was still like a wooden stone, and she said lightly, "Dian only respects those respectable people. Miss Murong has a reason to be respected by Dao..."

"The cross knife of the predecessor of the knife is rampant in the world, and the people in the world are all admired. Today, it is an honor for Murong Shan to fight with Dao Wuji..." Murong Shan's eyes are like spring water, but there is an indescribable light, which is the eagerness of fighting in the face of masters...

There is still no expression on the knife's face, and no one notices its slender touch on the black round knife

The five fingers slowed down for a moment, just like a breeze, wrinkled a pool of spring water...

The people hidden in the dark, including those from the Nangong family, as long as the people in this Qingyang inn feel a faint fishy smell floating out of the air for no reason, as if they were stared at by someone, which is an unspeakable atmosphere in heaven and earth...

Murong Shan's delicate voice condensed in the wind and said, "Is this black machete with infinite knives the black moon that has been across the world for 60 years? There is indeed a respectable momentum. The darkness of heaven and earth seems to condense in it, which is really extraordinary..."

Dao Wuji said unimaginablely, "I'm flattered." It's just that the power held on the knife looks much softer, and you can see the pride in his heart...

Dao Wuji was silent for a moment and said in a low voice: "All the people in the Jade Girl Family use the Jade Girl Swordsmanship, but the sword meaning is also different according to different people, either open, condensed, soft, or beautiful... Because of their different personalities, they show a variety of postures, but they just don't know. What is the beauty of Miss Murong's jade girl swordsmanship?..."

"You will see it. I also want to see how the famous black moon is? ..." The two sides are fighting, but you come and go, but you don't take action... But people know how many moves the two sides have exchanged at this moment... Everyone is fighting for the commanding heights of victory... to defeat each other's confidence...

The air planes of both sides evoked a silent vision in the air. A mouse-eating bird arrow flew through the air and suddenly broke from the air from one end, pulled out a straight black line in the sky, fell to the ground, and just flapped its wings, and died... And there was no injury on his body at this time... People Hou was surprised to find that many dead birds had fallen in the dark yard. Those dead birds died like mouse-eating birds and were not injured... There are many masters here, and they all know in their hearts that this is because of the killing machine issued by both sides, which completely covered the dozens of feet of Tianyu around... Here, no more bird came, and there was a faint fog between heaven and earth...

"Why didn't the girl take action?" Dao Wuji suddenly said.

Murong Shan laughed and said, "Senior Dao is a senior, so naturally I dare not say three points..."

Dao Wuji suddenly praised: "Good determination. Miss Murong is indeed worthy of a new look. Twenty years later, it will be difficult for Miss Murong to find an enemy..."

Murong Shan's beautiful face moved slightly, but there was no modesty... A real master will never be modest...

Dao Wuji raised his eyebrows slightly, and his face moved like a wooden stone and said, "I'm going to take action. Where's the girl's sword?"

"The sword is there."

"If I take action first, I'm afraid you will never pull out your sword..."

"You're wrong." Murong Shan said sincerely. However, everyone can see their incomparable self-confidence...

"Good."

With only one short word, the knife closed its paper-thin lips. In an instant, the temperament of the whole person changed significantly...

That is the momentum of a treasure knife out of its sheath. The whole body of the knife has become a knife that can split the world. The not-tall body turned into a dazzling sun in an instant... Yes, although no one can see the light on this ordinary man, they can feel his majestic and arrogant brilliance of the world... At this time, a person is a knife, and a knife is a person...

Murong Shan's beautiful and charming eyes showed a fiery light, but she did not stare at the knife in front of her. Her delicate jade hand made a strange momentum in the air, diagonally crossed together, and stood still. She looked weak, but blocked the knife. The momentum...

A shocking battle was about to start in Qingyang Town in the afternoon. Nangong Ce's eyes narrowed slightly, but the depths of his eyes were extremely cold. Perhaps no one was looking forward to this battle more than him... But at this time, the breath in the courtyard suddenly appeared a ripple without trace. , like a bird passing through the air silently, many people can't feel it... However, the two people in the confrontation felt it. The slightly narrowed eyes of the knife moved gently, as if they saw something... Murong Shan's beautiful phoenix eyes blinked gently, and the long eyelashes danced with the wind... Unexpectedly, someone broke through. The mist formed by the two popular machines... Nangong Ce also felt it, and his eyes condensed and suddenly said, " Stop..."