Even he couldn't use it at such a critical moment.

This kid's mastery of the sword's intention was completely beyond Guitou San's expectations.

He must still be nearby, he cannot be far away.

His spiritual consciousness came out of his body and he sensed Shen Xingliu's aura. He shook off the big knife in his hand, slid to the left from the roof to the eaves, and flew to the street.

"You are really annoying." Shen Xingliu said impatiently, and then looked at the big knife in the opponent's hand.

"You said your title is Sword Ghost? But seeing how thick your sword is, how can you be so ghostly?"

"Hahahaha, he is indeed a clever little devil,"

Seeing that he couldn't hide it anymore, Guitou San used one hand to press the iron disc at the hilt of the knife, and forcefully broke it down with the other hand. In this way, the originally heavy sword was actually divided into two sharp knives, upper and lower.

"Any question?"

Shen Xingliu opened his mouth and said with a smile: "Is it still possible to do this? Double swords? This is the first time I've seen them!"

"Hey, hey, hey, we don't have two swords."

Guitousan held two knives in one hand, shook his fingers and then opened his clothes, and there was actually a short knife.

"This? It seems like this is your trump card. Why do you have to tell me everything?"

"We are different from these idiots. If we want to win, we must be upright. And even if I tell you, you will still lose!"

Seeing the figures around him who were about to move and secretly gathered around him, he spoke boldly without any hesitation.

"Then let's see how it works!"

Raising the knife in one stance, the sword energy surged unstoppably like an earth dragon, running rapidly along the bluestone slab.

The corners of his mouth were raised proudly, his swords were crossed in front of his chest, and Guitou San stepped back with his right foot on the ground, like a bull pulling a plow.

The two swords were swung left and right, forming a half moon, which offset the sword energy coming from the ground.

Shen Xingliu took advantage of the situation and stepped forward. Like the power of Mount Tai, he jumped up and slashed with his sword.

"Crack!"

But he didn't succeed, and he held two swords in front of his eyes.

"Boy, you have some strength."

"You're pretty good too!"

The two of them competed in strength, like two bison, neither giving in to the other.

"Hey!"

By the time it was almost done, Guitou San was really a ghost.

The two knives slid open smoothly, draining all the power of the black knife to the ground. The black knife's falling momentum did not decrease, but instead cut a crack in the bluestone slab on the street.

As for him, he dodged sideways, suppressed the black knife with one sword, and slashed towards Shen Xingliu's neck with another knife.

Shen Xingliu, who was well prepared, also used the scabbard in his hand to attack the opponent's neck.

The two of them made the same movements, each shrank back, rolled twice in the air, and stabilized their bodies, which were almost tilted.

"Whoosh!"

Two sounds of breaking through the air sounded at the same time, and daggers and flying knives were fired simultaneously. After landing, the two of them looked at their bodies. There were no wounds?

But at that time, a thief secretly attacked the two of them. The arrow in their sleeves was shot down by a flying knife, and the golden toad dart was shot down by a short knife.

"Thank you..." the two of them said in unison, looked at each other, and smiled up at the sky.

"It seems you have a lot of enemies!" Shen Xingliu wiped the tears from his eyes and began to tease him.

"Humph, just average. I don't have as many enemies as you."

It seems that he should know who is attacking.

I saw,

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Guitousan looked around and roared angrily: "Lu, Lu? What the hell is that? Why don't you come out and fix these things all the time? If you're not tired, why am I bothered?"

"Wow, my name is nothing."

A young man holding a deer stick jumped out of a second-floor window and said angrily: "Please remember, I am the thirteenth generation leader of the Luyi Sect..."

"Okay, okay, your name is too long. We know it. I'll call you Thirteen from now on."

Guitou San shook his hand like a cattail leaf fan and decided on the other person's name?

"puff···"

The young man almost choked to death on his own saliva. What's thirteen? People who don't know him would probably think that he can only count to thirteen!

"Then what, Thirteen, can you help me hold down this madman Wu?" Shen Xingliu didn't know his name, but he could only ask him. After all, he had something urgent to do.

"What the hell, I'm not called Thirteen!!!"

"Hey, that's enough, as long as you agree to hold him back!" Shen Xingliu was not interested in remembering his name.

"Pfft hahaha!"

Guitousan saw that he liked him quite a lot, so he gave him a name, so he couldn't wait to agree.

"Damn it, I'll kill you guys who don't listen to what others say."

Just as he was about to pick up the deer stick in his hand and kill the two of them, a sturdy man suddenly broke through the wall from another street.

But it was the Beirou man who crashed through dozens of walls in succession and came closer from another street.

"Ouch!"

The sky was full of smoke and dust, and the Beirou people lost their way, and they collided with Lu Yiming.

"Damn, you are so unlucky." The latter lay down on the ground and kept kicking the nine-foot tall man with his feet.

But it will kill me. He thought to himself, rubbed his waist and got up.

The dust gradually dispersed, and the three of them could clearly see the strong man's attire.

"Beirou people!"

When Shen Xingliu saw it, he became furious and shouted: "Well done, you idiot, are you going to kill me too?"

"Black boy, this guy looks like a master from outside, he should be from the Vajra Sect." Guitousan reminded, because he didn't want to be killed before he defeated the opponent.

"Vajra Gate? What is your relationship with Vajra Slave?"

The strong man didn't care about the dust all over his body. He stood up and said with a smile: "Haha, don't associate me with those losers. I have a brain."

"Remember my name. The person who took your life is Jin Zhong, one of the top ten masters of the Vajra Sect today."

"Tch, top ten masters? You're the only one." Shen Xingliu narrowed his eyes and mocked. Although he despised him, he already regarded him as his opponent in his heart.

"Hey, I look down on people, let me show you how powerful I am."

King Kong roared and the harsh golden sound distorted the air.

He quickly mobilized his internal strength and protected his ears. There were more than three people, and countless people within a radius of fifteen feet were shocked by this move. Some people's hearts and lungs burst, and they vomited blood.

He gritted his teeth and struggled to hold on, but in the end it was no solution.

After the black knife felt the vibration, it seemed that the aloof god had been provoked, and then it also trembled violently.

The sound of the sword and the roar were intertwined and inseparable.

Shen Xingliu smiled, then mobilized his inner power, injected it into the black knife, and made a shocking slash.

black knife high pitched

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The roar of the sword completely erupted, and the sword cut open the space distorted by the roar.

The space was also shattered, and one of them, Jin Zhong, suffered a backlash.

Even he himself did not expect that someone could break through his roar.

"Wow!"

He braced his horse and deployed a golden bell to cover his whole body, but he was still knocked backwards by the broken space.

Jin Zhong lived up to his expectations and barely blocked the sudden blow.

When this scene fell into the eyes of others, they were first shocked, and then full of envy and jealousy.

"What a great knife," Guitousan has been in the world for more than 20 years and has seen countless knives, but this is the first time that he has seen such a humane and protective sword.

"No, it should be a good sword!" He did not hesitate to praise it and gave a thumbs up.

However, Shen Xingliu seemed to be getting an advantage and acted like a good boy. He weighed the black knife twice and said, "Okay? It's okay. This kid is a thorn in the side. He's a problem child!"

"Pfft hahaha!"

After hearing this for the third time, Guitou couldn't help but laugh and said: "Good boy, don't stop at things. The quality of the knife really has nothing to do with your own strength. I'm looking down on you again!"
To be continued...