The blade's state was very embarrassing, and his eyes were even bloodshot, making people feel that the next moment he would have blood flowing down his eyes.

In terms of the whole person's demeanor, he also looked extremely tired, his face was gray and dull, although his body shape had not changed much, but it gave people a feeling that his shape was overdrawn, as if he had not slept for several weeks.

Looking at the old farmer in front of him, his eyes were full of doubts.

He had tried his best to dodge, but he couldn't escape the fierce sword in the wooden sheath that had not yet been unsheathed!

It was a very weird feeling, a weird feeling that can only be felt after fighting with the old man in front of you!

It's an illusion that the whole sword seems to be blended into the world!

The sword light is simple, but it is incomparable, not walking in a straight line, but spinning and flying, pulling out a series of curved arcs of the sword, so that people can't catch the exact position of the sword.

No matter how you move or parry, as long as you are in this nature, you will never be able to escape the weirdness!!

The old farmer took the first two steps, the steps were not big, the speed was not fast, and the only feeling it brought to people was - heavy!

At this time, the old farmer gave him the feeling that he was like carrying Mount Tai forward.

Every step down, stepping on the ground, but also stepping on his heart, making every nerve and every cold hair seem to be fighting with the ground under his feet.

With each step, the figure of the old peasant was much taller in the eyes of the blade, and the sense of oppression was also multiplied.

After a few steps, the old farmer's figure, which should not be taller than the blade, had filled the entire field of vision of the blade, overwhelming the sky, like a giant in the wilderness!

"Do you have any wishes?" The old farmer asked.

He didn't think the man in front of him would survive.

Withstood so many heavy blows of his own!

A wound that big on the chest, and the amount of bleeding alone is enough to kill a person!

Now the conversation is just respect for a deceased!

As he went deeper into the way of the sword, his spirit and spirit were also improved, although his temperament did not change drastically, but more often, he was biased towards the swordsman's desire to seek the Tao.

"I'd like to ask about the principle of that sword-drawing technique." Blade pursed his dry lips and gasped hard.

“... I call this trick sword drawing, so the principle is to draw the sword faster and strike a quick blow. The old farmer was silent for a few moments and replied slowly.

"Is that the reason for drawing swords? Oh it's really apt, good! I admit that this move is powerful, but I still firmly believe that victory is ours after all."

Blade tugged at his lips and grinned bitterly, smiling, waiting to say something.

"Click~" An indiscretable cracking sound suddenly entered the blade's ears.

“.....”

The figure paused slightly.

Raising the blade beside his hand, the blade was narrow and long, as thin as paper, curved like the moon, and the blade shot out a fierce cold light.

"Hum..." The sword light trembled, and the fierce vibration of the blade was like the neighing of a golden iron horse.

The blade looked at the blade knife in his hand with stunned eyes, and as the blade lowered his head, he saw a crack gradually spreading upwards along the blade of the blade...

The spread is getting faster and faster...

Until the crack crossed the entire blade of the blade, I only heard an incomparably crisp cracking sound 'ding', followed by the blade of his unknown number of years of sharp blade cold knife, and suddenly broke in half!!

“.... Hehe, I'm really at the end of the road. Shaking his head bitterly, the blade struggled to get up from the ground, dizzy.

"Well, in the end, you can.... Can I know your name? ”

Feeling the vitality gradually passing in his body, the blade only felt that his eyelids were getting heavier and heavier...

"My name... Wang Yue! The old peasant glanced at him and said softly.

"Wang Yue?!" Blade's eyes shrank, and he smiled bitterly, "It turned out to be a sword master, no wonder such a terrifying swordsmanship... It's a bit of bad luck. ”

The next moment, his eyes closed, as if he was desperate to die.

Wang Yue sighed lightly and stood with his hands in his hands.

"Brush!"

The next moment, a cold glint flashed in Blade's eyes.

Blood flowed out of his body, scurrying on the skin of his whole body, and there was an increasingly intense evil aura burning all over his body, the air around him was twisting and fluctuating, and the blood-colored ripples visible to the naked eye were stirring around.

The corners of his mouth rose into a smile again, the smile of the calmest and most stoic hunter, when he finally waited for his prey to take the bait after many preparations for an ambush.

With a flip of the wrist, the brush is scratched out.

The scimitar that was out of the way sped back with a twist, and the cold qi was shining brightly, and it slashed towards the waist of Gao Zhi's lower body with all his strength.

The knife momentum was several times more fierce, ferocious, and fierce than the sudden burst just now, and he had already gambled his success or failure into this knife.

The pressure is terrifying, but the most terrifying thing is the killing intent in this move!

Just as Zhu Hai was entrusted by the Emperor of Xinling to kill Jin in the army, Zhang Liang hired a strong man Bo Lang Shazhong iron cone to hit the Qin Emperor's dragon frame, within ten steps of a force, the enemy country was exhausted; Ren Er's thousands of troops and horses sit on the world, and the fanatical and unstoppable murderous aura that I killed him with one blow has enveloped him physically and mentally.

A piercing glow and a fierce red glow!

There is also an indomitable insight, looking at thousands of troops and horses as nothing, straight as the wind and Xiao Xiao Xi and easy to be cold, and the vast and miserable and tragic and domineering Wutao killing intent!!

At this time, the distance between him and Gao Zhi was getting farther and farther away, and the other party seemed to be defenseless against him who was already on the verge of death.

The blade was thinking.

With such a close distance, coupled with his own desperate blow, the opponent's empty waist was absolutely unable to block it, and it was impossible to avoid this knife, and the calculation of the blade was undoubtedly very accurate.

But he still missed the calculation.

Whether it was Gao Zhi or Wang Yue, they all reacted in time.

Originally feeling heavy as a giant body, Gao Zhi suddenly became as light as a willow leaf, without a trace of weight, his feet off the ground, his body somersaulted in the air, flew backwards and moved away, and landed steadily.

At the same time, Wang Yue, who was in charge, raised his left hand like lightning and flicked forward.

This flick action is very ordinary, but the five fingers pop out, but it is extremely small and changeable, dang, dang, dang, dang, when almost in a continuous sound of five sounds, Wang Yue's five fingers have all been flicked on the blade of the knife.

Although the blade also twisted the blade to cut off Wang Yue's five fingers, every time Wang Yue popped out a finger, the angle was adjusted according to the pointing of the blade, completely letting go of the edge of the knife.

In the next moment, the palm blade was solid, and a muffled sound sounded, although the sound was not loud, but it was dull and broad.

The murderous aura on the knife and the attack of the knife were not completely eliminated, but the superposition of the power of the five fingers made the knife that the blade did its best to irresistibly deviate out.