This master brother is not right

A crisp slap.

Not only did it startle the birds in the woods.

Also startled the two people who were peeping in the dark.

You Ji suddenly elbowed the killing knife: “Did you see that slap just now?”

Killing Knife nodded expressionlessly and said, “I see it, I can see it very clearly.”

“So that’s not my hallucination…”

The face of the chief of Blood River True Inheritance gradually distorted.

“That’s a coincidence!”

She held her head and broke down: “I still don’t believe that Qihao is so strong. He must have used secret techniques to destroy the Fenyang Yun family, not crushed by such strength!!”

“How can that mediocre guy be so powerful?”

“I can not accept!”

You Ji didn’t speak.

Let her collapse.

She can understand the child’s psychology.

The Killing Knife stood out from the crowd of Xuehe True Biography. In addition to the necessary diligence and character, her talent is also very, very high, so high that it can make other disciples lose their minds about fighting for the top.

Qi Hao was undoubtedly the one she had easily overtaken.

In her eyes, she belongs to the category of mediocrity.

She usually doesn’t have much contempt for this kind of people, but she definitely doesn’t respect them much either.

Magic way.

The jungle eats the jungle.

This is basically the style of painting.

But now, people who were once out of her sight appear in front of her in a crushing way.

Just a slap.

You can doubt the life of a Nascent Soul peak assassin.

Can she do it with a killing knife? Even if she was promoted to Nascent Soul Realm at this time, could she do it?

She can’t do it.

So she had to accept the fact that she was not as good as Qihao.

It took a while for her to recover from her disappointment, and immediately heard You Ji’s make-up sword: “You should be able to tell that his sword skills are obviously better than boxing skills!”

“Woo—!”

Killing Knife couldn’t help covering his face and sobbing.

Her strongest and proudest method is the Blood River Knife Art.

“Don’t cry, look at that Wei Shaoshao, he must have fallen into some kind of weird spiritual magic!”

Because of the good angle, the two women of Xuehemen could see clearly that the assassin should be Wei Shaoshao from Butian Pavilion, who has the nickname of “You Longzi” in the magic way.

This quack nickname reflects that Wei Shaoshao has great agility, coquettish positioning, and the ability to succeed in an impossible assassination. He is a rare character who has deduced the agility of “A Journey Between Flowers” to the extreme.

This Wei Shaoshao’s movement speed is very powerful.

It is difficult for a cultivator of the same realm to prevent his assassination.

Even the Daoist Yuanshen who had left the Aperture Realm would suffer some injuries if he didn’t pay attention. It can be seen that this person is powerful.

Just when You Ji was about to admire his movements.

But Wei Shaoshao gave her a stomachache.

Good guy, a coquettish person not only turned in a wrong direction, but also leaned straight towards someone’s slap.

There is no cerebral thrombosis in twenty years.

Absolutely can’t show off this position, right?

Eh, send it?

The Sky Mending Assassin at the peak of Nascent Soul was slapped backhanded by someone.

Who would have thought of this result?

Wei Shaoshao definitely couldn’t think of it.

So this slap made him confused on the spot.

The whole person let out a scream, and was sent flying in that loud slap, and hit the trunk of a big tree more than ten meters away, with the back of his head deeply embedded.

His Zhou Zheng’s face was distorted.

There was a clear red palm mark on it, which turned blue-purple after one breath.

It’s swollen.

Her lips were bleeding, and a few teeth were missing.

Wei Shaoshao’s thinking took a few breaths before he realized what had happened to him.

He spat out a mouthful of blood.

This slap not only slapped him in the face and insulted his dignity, but also made him mentally shaken and paralyzed. Until now, his mind is still a little numb.

“Damn it! “!”

The enraged Wei Shaoshao did not lose his mind.

The assassins of Butian Pavilion have always been famous for being cold-blooded and rational.

Their behavior style is often to flee thousands of miles if they miss a blow. Compared with life, how much is dignity worth?Wei Shaoshao knew that he couldn’t take advantage of today’s affairs, so he flew away without hesitation, and rushed straight to the depths of the dense forest. Even You Ji couldn’t help but sigh with emotion at that speed.

So fast.

But she heard the killing knife exclaim.

“So fast!”

You Ji turned her head and looked around.

All I saw was the strange young man who had sent Wei Shaoshao flying with a slap just now. The hem of his clothes was flying up, and the next moment he caught up with Wei Shaoshao who was running wildly.

A word of spirituality, commanding the world!

“Certainly!”

It is the blood river supernatural power “Infinite Silence”!

Everything in the dense forest is almost frozen in time.

But it’s not that time is really frozen, at least everyone’s thinking can still function.

But their bodies freeze for an instant!

At that moment, the Wenrou knife slashed out!

Now that Qi Tian’s [Seven Killing Knife] has been strengthened many times, the Gentle Knife seems to feel the progress of the master’s knife technique, humming with joy, and the translucent knife emits a hazy brilliance!

A seven-kill knife was struck out!

This time it was no longer a ray of blood!

It’s seven bloody saber lights that are stern and dazzling!

It seems that there are seven heavenly demons crawling out of hell, and they want to eat Wei Shaoshao up!

A knife in hand!

No ghosts stay!

The seven blood-colored knives slashed at Wei Shaoshao’s seven vital points, including the center of eyebrows, throat, heart, and lower abdomen, like a shadow.

The expressions of the two people at Xuehemen suddenly changed.

The killing knife even yelled: “¨‖Yuan Tu Dao Jue! Spinning Dragon Illusion Kill!”

You Ji, the professional commentator, shook her head slightly: “It’s not the magic sword you practiced. I’ve never seen this sword art. Although it’s based on me, Xuehe Yuantu, it has a much higher purpose.”

She murmured softly: “No return from the scabbard, the knife will see blood, seven kills in one move, this is evolved from the Heavenly Demon’s seven kills in the sect master’s “Wei Ming Zhan”, but it is even more terrifying!”

You Ji didn’t finish her sentence.

The seven blood-red saber lights suddenly disappeared!

In fact, it didn’t disappear, but the seven saber lights merged into one the moment they were split.

Turned into a more decisive sword cut!

It flashed upwards from Wei Shaoshao’s crotch!

Wei Shaoshao only felt a chill down below, but it seemed that there was nothing serious about it, so he galloped towards Hongyun Temple in a sullen manner, with no intention of turning back and fighting.

“Keep running!”

Once Qi Tian hit him with his knife, he knew that this person was dead.

He wasn’t in a hurry, so he followed slowly, all the way to the gate of Hongyun Temple.

To say that the scenery of Hongyun Temple is really unique.

The red mist rises up, refracting many murals, just like many Buddhist flying apsaras painted on a Danxia scroll, which is tempting (Wang Liao Zhao) and at the same time quite Zen-like.

When Qi Tian Youzai Youzai arrived.

He also smelled a strong smell of rice dumplings.

“Oh, it’s the Dragon Boat Festival.”

Qi Tian said something to himself, and was about to take a step towards the gate of the temple when he heard a Buddha’s chant.

The person who came was a fat monk.

But I saw that monk was wearing a navy blue monk’s robe, a scarlet cassock, and holding a golden wheel to subdue demons.

There are five willows with long beards under the jaw, like frost and snow.

Seeing him with his eyes tightly closed, but with a smile on his face, his appearance is really kind.

“The honored guest comes, and the old man comes out to greet him in person.”

Qi Tian is quite polite: “Hey! The old bald has a lot of names!”

The old monk was not angry, but still had a smile on his face: “The old man is known as Zhifei, and as the abbot of this Hongyun Temple, he has been practicing closed-eye meditation so he can’t see the faces of distinguished guests.”

Qi Tian nodded slowly: “Blind monk.”

Jian Xin Tongming sensed it.

This blind monk is not a good person.

Can’t be a teammate!

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