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Seeing this absurd scene, it was unusually quiet, so quiet that only the morning breeze drove the branches to make a rattling sound. The sky was silent, the earth was silent, the sun was silent, and the clouds were silent, only the two teenagers were trembling and confronting the black-robed shadow with a terrifying aura all over their bodies. There was an unconcealed cowardice on their faces, but there was an unwavering look in their eyes, and they didn't think of the consequences, and they didn't know why they did it, but they felt as if it was their instinct.

The black-robed shadow was very surprised and his gaze fell on the two shivering teenagers, they were just two ordinary mountain village teenagers, there was nothing outstanding about them, and they were not even martial cultivators. But they still stood opposite the shadow, holding what they thought was the sharpest weapon in the world, confronting the shadow. Phantom wanted to laugh out loud, but he found that he couldn't even laugh.

He felt that his self-esteem had been greatly insulted, and he did not expect that he would be confronted by such two ordinary teenagers. One teenager was holding a black wood knife in his hand, and what was even more ridiculous was that the other boy was holding a dead branch in his hand. They really look up to themselves, don't they think they are the pinnacle masters of the martial arts. There was a grim cold light in his eyes, and his face became red because of his anger, and his already pale and terrifying face became red at this moment, as funny as he wanted.

In addition to a trace of unconcealable admiration in their eyes, Ling Tianyun and Ye Yinfeng also had a good impression of these two teenagers, you must know that this is the devil of the Nine Shadows Sect that shocked the world. And such two ordinary teenagers can confront them from afar, how much courage and determination is required, they know that this has nothing to do with strength, and it has nothing to do with identity. Nangong Xianchen raised a pair of beautiful eyes and looked at the two teenagers curiously, but she didn't show any expression, under the spring-like eyebrows was a delicate jade-like face, and a divine luster spontaneously appeared.

"Good, good, good." The old devil said three good words in a row, of course he was not praising these two brave young men, but he was extremely angry. When was he, how many people were frightened in the rivers and lakes, and how many people had to walk away in circles when they saw him, and they didn't even have the courage to meet him. And now, although he has fallen into the plains, the emaciated camel is bigger than the horse, not to mention the two little ants that he can crush to death with his hand.

The old knife had a breezy demeanor, he clasped his hands in front of his chest, and he didn't have any expression for the performance of the two teenagers. As if everything in front of him had nothing to do with him, and the life and death of those two ordinary teenagers had nothing to do with him. The thick body stood in the sun, the rough skin and the rock-like arms were full of majestic strength.

The old devil saw that the rough man had no intention of making a move, and his face turned hideous, since these two little guys were looking for death, then he couldn't complain about others. Who is not easy to provoke, but he wants to provoke him, he wants these two boys who don't know the height of the sky to know how ridiculous it is to say that a newborn calf is not afraid of tigers, and he also let everyone present know that the Nine Shadows Church is once again strong, and the world's rivers and lakes will definitely hear the famous name of the Nine Shadows Sect.

The black-robed shadow flickered, stretched out its thin five fingers, and pounced on the little mute who was standing with his knife raised. Volleying into the air, he rolled up a gust of wind and rain, and shrouded the two teenagers. He turned his five fingers into a claw and grabbed at the little mute Tianling Gai, with the cultivation of these two ordinary teenagers, where could he still dodge his sharp blow. Full of confidence, he was very proud of his claw, no matter what, even if the rough man and the other two teenagers had to save him, it was too late.

Feeling a foul cold wind rushing in, the little mute's heart couldn't help but tighten, and he saw the black-robed shadow volleying down from the sky, shrouding down where he stood. Then he saw a little terrifying smile on that Sen Ran's face, facing this sudden ghost, he didn't know how to deal with it for a while, he raised the firewood knife as if he was scared stupid, and didn't make any movement. And the little stuttering on the side was even more helping, when the black cloud rose in the sky, he almost threw away the dead branch in his hand and tried to escape, but he only felt that his legs did not listen to his own call, as if he had taken root and could not move.

Seeing this, the old knife frowned, but there was still no sign of making a move, and if he didn't make a move, it didn't mean that he really didn't make a move. "Chop wood and cross wood, break the pile." The short six words came out of the mouth of the old knife, and although his hands were always clasped in front of his chest, he knew that the strength of his hands couldn't help but increase.

No one knew that the little mute couldn't even hold a firewood knife at first, and at first he thought it was just a firewood knife. Later, when the old knife handed over the firewood knife in his hand, he only felt that his hand sank, and the firewood knife was almost about to fall out of his hand, and then he used his strength to eat milk, and then he held the thick black firewood knife. When the old knife saw that he was holding the firewood knife, he taught him how to chop wood, what method of horizontal splitting, what method of vertical splitting, and all the moves of splitting wood, but he himself knew how disgusted he was for chopping wood.

That day, he finally split a bowl-thick piece of wood, but the cut was a mess. Only he knew how hard it took him to split the wood, but he was not praised by the old knife, and he scolded him. Until one day, when he had made an incomparably smooth cut in the wood, the old knife told him to cut the wood at the waist, and it was much more difficult for the bowl of wood to be cut than for the wood to be split vertically from the middle.

He didn't know how many pieces of wood he had broken, and he didn't know how many years of blood had been grinding on his palms, but he knew that he was starting to get tired of this life. He knew about chopping wood all day long, he thought that the old knife was a real master, but he finally found out that the old knife was a master of chopping wood, he was disappointed, he was also frustrated, but he still did not give up. When Old Knife was teaching other people in the town, he secretly ran to learn, but Old Knife found out and beat him severely.

During the day, he chopped piles of firewood, which were taken to the street and sold by the old knife, and then the old knife did not know where to conjure a piece of wood that was thicker than the other. At night, the little mute was even dreaming of chopping wood, but he also knew that one night there seemed to be something in his body, and that thing forced its way into his body, and then entrenched under his lower abdomen. He didn't take it seriously, and he didn't even know when he had forgotten about this strange thing.

Until one day, he was pinched by a beautiful monk by his neck, and he felt a sudden stream of air flow from the monk's hand, which was like a lead, and the thing under his lower abdomen burst out like a volcanic eruption. At first, he was a little scared, he didn't know what that thing was, he asked the old knife, but the old knife didn't answer him, and he had to find the answer himself. Later, in a panic, he didn't know what to do, but he still chose to forget about it.

He had long been familiar with the knife style of chopping wood, and what he didn't expect was that with the sound of the old knife, he instinctively raised the firewood knife with both hands. The black-robed shadow in front of him was a piece of wood larger and thicker than the many pieces he had chopped through, and as usual, the old knife would lift the wood and roll it for him to split. Isn't the black-robed shadow in front of me just a thick piece of wood that moves and rolls?

The little mute knew what to do, and he raised the knife over his head, his right leg taking a slight half step forward, and his body became a taut longbow. When he raised the firewood knife, he found that the warm air flow under his abdomen seemed to have encountered some stimulus, and suddenly rushed towards all parts of his body, and he suddenly had a feeling of comfort.

The air in his abdomen rushed towards his whole body, and he felt that the wood knife in his hand seemed to communicate with his body, and he actually felt the wood knife let out a happy laugh. This discovery made him even more surprised, this chai knife can actually laugh, he has never heard of a knife can laugh. He even felt a powerful current of air rushing from his arms, instilling the wood knife in his hand.

The old devil's face became more and more hideous, and his five-fingered claws landed right above the little mute's head, but unexpectedly, the knife in the little mute's hand also happened to be raised above his head. He saw that the dark lacquered firewood knife was just heading towards his five fingers, and his face suddenly showed a touch of disdain, this young man obviously really regarded himself as some peerless master, and he actually dared to take the firewood knife to his five fingers. If it was the rough middle-aged man, or someone else, he still had some fears, but in the case of this ordinary boy, he grabbed the firewood knife with his unscrupulous five fingers.

The little stammered and trembled, he didn't expect that the black-robed man who terrified him so much was that he was not afraid of the firewood knife in the little mute's hand, and he also grabbed the firewood knife with his hand. But when he saw the little mute raise his firewood knife without fear, he felt a wave of pride rippling in his chest, and he raised the withered branch in his hand and swept it under the feet of the black-robed man. But he closed his eyes, he was afraid but did not flinch.

There was a strange sound in the little stammer's ear, and then he heard a dull grunt, and he felt the dead branch in his hand sweep away. After that dull grunt, he found that he had not been hurt in the slightest, and to his surprise and delight, he hurriedly opened his eyes. When he looked at it, he found that the black-robed man didn't know when he actually fell to his original position, and he also found that there was a blood stain on the black-robed man's right hand, and a foul smell was permeating from the black-robed man's left palm.

The black-robed shadow was shocked and angry, he didn't expect that when his five fingers touched the firewood knife, a majestic energy burst out from the firewood knife. He was originally full of confidence, and he was under his full grasp of his five fingers, not to mention ordinary blades, even the blades of divine weapons that were as iron as clay would break under his full grasp. However, he didn't expect that the qi that burst out from the firewood knife would break through the true qi that was spread between his five fingers like a bamboo, and then cut his palm in one fell swoop.

There was a faint pain in the palm of his hand, although he was not seriously injured, but he did not expect that he would be injured in the hands of an ordinary young man from a mountain village. The hideous light in his eyes was undisguised, and this moment made him extremely angry, where had he been so humiliated. He shook his body, waved his sleeves, and a wild stench turned into a strong wind and waves, rushing towards the two boys.

But the little mute was doing what he had always done, and when he saw the black-robed shadow rushing towards him again, he raised his knife and slashed at him. I saw the firewood knife in his hand slashing horizontally and vertically, and the shadow of the knife whirring, towards the ghost, at this time he had no distractions, only the shadow that pounced on him as a log that would turn. And he also felt that the air flow in his body was flowing freely throughout his meridians, giving him a feeling of comfort.

I saw the layers of knife winds, the ordinary young man stood still, no matter how the black-robed shadow pounced, and it was accompanied by bursts of fishy smell, the young man was physically and mentally concentrated, the firewood knife in his hand was split up and down, horizontal and vertical, and the rotating wrist was extremely flexible. The little stammerer beside him looked stupid, and the little stammer forgot all about his fear for the time being, and all he had in his eyes was the flipping firewood knife.

The black-robed shadow was even more aggrieved, he didn't understand why the young man was not affected by his own breath at all, as soon as the ordinary martial artist smelled the corpse qi exuding from his body, he would inevitably have corpse poison in his body, but this young man had nothing to do with it. No matter how he attacked, the other party just slashed violently with a firewood knife, and the sword wind raised made him return in vain.