Chapter 217 The suppression, the phantom knife of Xiang Xie's hand buzzed, and the knife surface became dull.

"The sword is the king of evil instruments in the world. Even the phantom knife in your hand is scared. What else do you get to fight with me?!" Feng Boli laughed.

He waved the sword, the sword was torn the air, and he bumped into Xiang Xie with a sharp momentum.

Xiang Yan's face changed greatly, immediately urged the phantom knife, differentiated several knives shadows, and formed a dense knife array barrier.

The blood -colored knife collided with the knife array, and the sparks were shot out.

"Hold!" Xiang Yan gritted his teeth, and madly urged his spiritual power to pour into the knife array.

Cup of water.

The number of knives and shadows decreased crazy, and in the end, there was only one body left.

The power of the blood -colored knife is weakened, but it is still extremely lethal.

Yu Wei, who shot, swept to Xiang Yan's head.

Xiang Yan's backhand pulls: "Collection!"

The phantom knife was put away by him, and the horizontal stall was in front of his neck.

Bang--

Dao Mang passed Xiang Xun. Fortunately, he closed the knife in a timely manner and blocked Yu Wei.

Xiang Yan looked at the phantom knife noodles, and couldn't help but take a breath.

There is a three -inch trace on the knife surface, like a scar on the wound, which is extremely eye -catching.

The Phantom Knife has been made into a century, and no weapon has never hurt it.

However, he was cut with a knife and cut a scar.

Safe knife is worthy of the best god soldiers who have 18,000 nine thousand evils in the world.

Xiang Yan's face is gloomy.

Before the sword has not been fully evolved into a body, if Feng Boli really succeeds, wouldn't he have to harm the world with this biological knife into the rivers and lakes?

Su Yuan ran away without any nonsense.

Feng Boli's hand -in -hand knife brought some uneasiness to Su Yuan, and he had to remove it immediately.

"Come and send it to death?" Feng Boyi smiled coldly.

Compared to strength, he must not be Su Yuan's opponent.

But he had a sword in his hands, and no one was his opponent.

However, for the sake of insurance, Feng Boli exhibited all the strength, giving the spiritual power crazy, and the sword has skyrocketed to two meters, and the power is several times stronger than before.

"Let's die!" Feng Boli smiled and chopped to Su Yuan.

The blood -colored knife is extremely dazzling, as if to cut the space.

The speed of the knife was extremely fast.

The peak of the territory is extremely scary.

This punch does not talk about all the strength, at least 50 %.

The wind swept the color, the sky and the earth changed, and it seemed that even the space was squeezed and twisted.

The two forces collided, and the blood -colored knife is not only powerful, but also comes with the effect of absorbing power and vitality.

If it is stalemate for a long time, anyone will be sucked into it.

However, Su Yuan was surprised to find that this swordsman came into contact with the power of merit, and immediately changed from a fierce beast to a docile little lamb.

The power of merit can suppress the evil nature of the sword.

Su Yuan concluded this conclusion.

"Hey, can't support it? You will die again, you will die!"

Feng Boli laughed.

How exciting this is the dying of the super strong in the territory, how exciting this is.

After that, Feng Boli bit his tip of his tongue, sprayed a bite of blood on the biological knife, and the sword was a little cold.

He condensed his strength again and waved to Su Yuan.

"Brother Su, dodge!" Xiang Yan shouted in a cold sweat and shouted.

The knife is extremely evil, and no one can escape from it.

Eye, blood -colored Sword Mang was going to swallow Su Yuan, Su Yuan's mind moved, released the power of merit, and pointed at the Dao Mang lightly: "Stop."

A weird scene appeared.

As if the blood -colored knife of the tearing space was less than half a meter from Su Yuan, as he stopped with a order.

"What?!"

Feng Boli's expression changed greatly.

Xiang Yan also grown up, and his chin was almost dislocated.

The world's first evil device's biochemical knife was restrained.

The weird picture is still behind.

Su Yuan seized the substantial swordsman, turned his backhand, and pointed at Feng Boli at the backhand.

"Hey, do you want to taste the taste of a knife?" Su Yuan grinned.

"No, this is impossible!" Feng Boli was as if he saw a ghost, and he took a step back and took a few steps. He shot on the ground with one butt, and said in horror: "How can I recognize you in my hands?!"

The manifestation of Shengdao Mang is clearly surrendered to Su Yuan.

This is simply incredible.

Su Yuan shrugged.

He is not very clear about what reason.

Presumably, the level of merit is too high, and it can suppress the evil spirit of the sword.

Secondly, Su Yuan has Yan Luo's hands, and his left and right hands have each control and death, which is similar to that of the Swing knife.

Coupled with Su Yuan's strength suppression and various opportunities, he chose to surrender him.

Feng Boli almost lost his mind.

He prepared for the conspiracy for nearly a century, and finally had to make great achievements. As a result, the fruits under the hard work, but were easily snatched by others.

"Fake, this is the eye -catching method, you scammer, let me die!" Feng Bo's ritual face showed his knife to Su Yuan.

However, he ignored one thing.

Waving the knife twice in a row, he has squeezed all his heart power.

The third sword waved out and sucked his flesh and vitality directly.

When he reacted, it was too late.

Stealing a knife is like a sucking worm stepping on the leg, no matter how you throw it away.

His vitality has passed quickly. In just a few breaths, he has been aging into white -haired elderly people.

"Save me, I don't want to die ..." Feng Boli was paralyzed on the ground, and he stretched out his hand and frightened.

It's too late.

He was lying on the ground, and his thin bones were like firewood, and he gradually stopped breathing.

After a lifetime of evil knife, just to wake up, he snapped, but he was taken away by his life knife. It was really sighing.

Su Yuan picked up a three -inch biochemical knife from Feng Boli, and the knife flickered blood red light, and it seemed that it didn't feel enough.

"Too demon, most people really can't control it." Su Yuan said.

"Swing knife hammers for thousands of years, condensed 189,000 thousands of difficulties, accompanied by more than 100,000 and more than 9,000 people, the evil power is helving, it is very domineering.

The people will eventually be affected and become a killing machine. "Xiang Yan couldn't help but sneaky.

Su Yuan asked: "What else was missing before he said before and what was missing?"

"According to rumors, there are three states in the biochemical knife. The first is the sword, the second is a god -ka knife, and the third is the killing knife. The three evolution methods are different.

Either drinking 100,000 people, or drinking 10 heavenly people. Evolution from the sword of the gods to destroy the sword, or drink 1 million people, or drink 100 extreme people. "

"As for the power, I wo n’t say much, and I can understand some of the names, but all this is just myth.

Speaking of this, Xiang Yan couldn't help but sigh: "Brother Su, do you say that our ancestors created the knife, really to refine the knife to make a knife?"

The ancestor of Kaishan, who worshiped from an early age, was actually a demon, and it was a big blow to him.

Su Yuan calmly said: "Things are artificial, even if your ancestor is a wicked, what about you? You are the future heir of the Swordsman. As long as you follow your own heart and good intentions, the sword is good."

"Things are artificial ... I understand." Xiang Yan nodded with force.
To be continued...