The muscles on Zhao Yidao's face were throbbing, his eyes were as big as copper bells, his expression was frightened, his body quickly retreated, and after taking ten steps back, he fell backwards with a thud, and the Xuantie heavy knife in his hand also fell to the ground.

"Hall Master, Hall Master, how are you......" The Xuanwu Hall disciples who were watching hurriedly rushed over and looked at Zhao Yidao eagerly.

Zhao Yidao covered his chest, and a wave of heat surged upwards inside, but he pressed down hard.

At this moment, his heart was very frightened, my mother, she used ninety percent of her strength, and she was actually shocked five meters away. I can't even hold the knife in my hand.

But Chen Linjun on the opposite side was as steady as Mount Tai, his body was spinning and not moving, and a strange smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. In his hand was the knife that had been cut off and only the hilt remained.

What's going on? How did Chen Linjun get stronger and stronger? This is really a terrible character, and it seems that the first few moves are deliberately concealing strength in order to bet with him himself.

Two knives have passed, if the third knife can't cut him down, does that mean that you have lost?

How could the dignified Xuanwu Hall Master admit defeat so lightly?

Zhao Yidao smiled bitterly, waved his hand and said, "Don't worry, how can I have something, I just didn't stand firm with one foot, bring my knife!" ”

As he spoke, he got up from the ground, pushed the people who were holding him away, pointed at Chen Linjun and shouted, "There is one last knife!" Suffer death! ”

Chen Linjun smiled indifferently: "That's right, Zhao Yidao, you are indeed the last knife, and your title of Jianghu will be changed to a dead knife." ”

"What do you mean by that?" Zhao Yidao felt the endless murderous aura from Chen Linjun's indifferent tone, and he couldn't help but be scared, and his hand holding the knife trembled a little.

"Zhao Yidao, your Xuantie heavy knife is still good, every time you cut off my knife, I don't know what to use to resist your knife, hey, so you may kill me with one knife, I may also win and knock you down, anyway, it's the last knife, come on, come on!" Chen Linjun hooked his fingers, his face indifferent.

seems to be talking about the life and death of others, and it is really weird to be so calm in front of a strong enemy, which makes Zhao Yidao muttered even more in his heart, does this Chen Xiaolin have any tricks?

"Well, let's die!" Zhao Yidao was extremely angry, his little hair stood up, his face seemed to be smeared with pig's blood, and he forced out all his strength, and used his strength to eat milk, and success or failure was in this move.

The Xuantie heavy knife was like a mountain, wrapped in layers of murderous aura, and slashed down in the air.

The speed was so fast that there was a sonic boom of "whooshing ......" in the air.

The onlookers stared at the scene in front of them with wide eyes, and the dazzling scene of Zhao Yidao rising and falling and splitting Chen Linjun's head in half appeared in front of their eyes.

Zhao Yidao has been famous for many years, and this last knife can obviously be seen that he has used ten successful forces, full of domineering, and unstoppable.

The air froze in that moment, and there was no sound on the field for a moment.

Chen Linjun and Zhao Yidao both maintained the posture just now, motionless. Zhao Yidao's deadly dark iron heavy knife fell to the ground with a clatter.

It was the sound of the knife falling to the ground that made the disciples of Xuanwu Hall frightened, my obedient, why didn't the hall master chop it down? The knife in Chen Linjun's hand was only the hilt left, and he had said before that he couldn't dodge, and he would definitely die if he stabbed down.

Hall master, Zhao Yidao, which one are you singing?

The atmosphere was very eerie, although the two people were motionless as if they were carving. The people next to him were also uneasy in their hearts, and no one dared to speak, and no one dared to step forward.

Everyone just stared at them curiously and frightened, wondering what was going on?

"Haha, Zhao Yidao, you lost!" Suddenly, Chen Lin smiled harmlessly, and bent down to check Zhao Yidao's famous weapon, the Xuantie Heavy Knife.

"Ah......" The person next to him exclaimed, what rhythm? I didn't see the hall master cut it down, so why did he lose? But if you don't lose, why do you fall to the ground?

Everything happened so fast that the people next to me didn't see it clearly at all.

"Die!" Chen Linjun's expression suddenly changed, and he picked up the heavy black iron knife and slashed at Zhao Yidao's neck.

"Master, let my master go!" A man in a white suit and a top hat carried a treasure knife and roared towards Chen Linjun.

The speed was very fast, and it was by Chen Linjun's side in the blink of an eye.

If Chen Linjun continues to chop Zhao Yidao's dog head, he may also be injured.

This man in a white suit is Zhao Yidao's proud high apprentice Qiu Qianren, who is usually very popular with the master, and is also the best among many apprentices.

Chen Linjun's eyes were cold, his wrist flipped, and the Xuantie heavy knife that was originally slashing at Zhao Yidao flew straight out of his hand, shooting towards the rushing ball Qianren.

"Oops!" Qiu Qianren's momentum stopped abruptly, and flew backwards in a strange posture, like a kite with a broken string, flying ten meters away before slamming to the ground, and on his thigh, there was a sharp weapon for his master's fame - the Xuantie heavy knife.

If it weren't for seeing that he had filial piety and came up alone to save the master regardless of his own safety, this knife would have been inserted into his chest, and it was Chen Linjun who temporarily deviated from the direction of the knife and threw it out.

But even if Chen Linjun had the heart to spare him, his leg was considered a waste, after all, the big knife weighing dozens of kilograms flew over, and the strength could be imagined.

Chen Linjun himself didn't want to hack Zhao Yidao to death, and he didn't want to get into a big murder case, so he just wanted to scare Zhao Yidao and make him collapse in his heart.

Seeing Qiu Qianren's ending, who else dared to go to Chen, everyone stared at the front with flickering eyes, afraid that Chen Linjun would look at him.

"Ghost knife, you lost!" Chen Linjun gently patted Zhao Yidao's face, and smiled, very proud.

Zhao Yidao's face was like ashes, and the sweat of the bean was dripping, how could it be reasonable, why did he lose? And he lost inexplicably, and even the Xuantie heavy knife that he re-emerged from the rivers and lakes was cut on the apprentice.

At this moment, he really has a little bit of life is worse than death, a famous figure in the rivers and lakes, in front of his apprentices and brothers, was defeated by a young man, what face does he have to live in this world.

"Chen Linjun, how did you do it?" Zhao Yidao was obviously unwilling, although his body couldn't move, he could speak: "You were obviously beaten by me and vomited blood before, why did you become more and more brave later?" ”