At the moment when Mu Xiaojiu took the knife, only one person, that is, the person standing in the sun, might have a chance to stop Mu Xiaojiu. But I don't know what kind of mentality he didn't do.

Maybe it's the pride from the heart.

Three fierce attacks behind him, one punch, one palm, and one finger, came towards Mu Xiaojiu at the same time. Mu Xiaojiu held the knife in his right hand, and with a wrong step, the whole body turned, first avoiding the finger of one of them, and then raised the long knife in his hand and slashed it out behind him.

The shadow of the fist flies, and the wind whistles.

That punch carried a reckless atmosphere, simple and atmospheric, which made people feel shocked, as if they were stared at by 100,000 strange beasts, stabbed in the back, and did not dare to act rashly.

And that palm is drumming with blue-black true qi, the internal strength is like water, it seems to be calm on the surface, but the inside is a dark tide surging, and the killing machine is everywhere. And this palm seems to be secretly in line with the meaning of the waves, but it carries an unimaginable sense of heaviness.

The knife in Mu Xiaojiu's hand slashed out.

At this moment, the killing intent soared into the sky.

Since ancient times, there has been a saying that "the sky kills the machine, and the stars change the night." The ground is killed, and the dragon and snake rise to land. People kill people, and the world is turned upside down. ”

Mu Xiaojiu's killing intent really made people feel this way at this moment. Within the shroud of his murderous intent, the heaven and earth that had just cleared up seemed to return to darkness again, and a faint black aura like ink that had been melted by water began to pour out of the void within a radius of five hundred meters, and then floated and flowed gently.

The knife gang is also the color of pitch black, but there is a red that cannot be dissolved in the pitch black, as if the blood has dried up, making this knife gang look like the eyes of some kind of monster, and it is looking back at all those who dare to look directly at this knife gang.

"Tsk." The man in sackcloth who had been standing in the sun was softly speechless, and looked at Mu Xiaojiu with a little surprise, and there was a bit of war intent in his eyes.

The knife floated and collided with the fist in mid-air.

"Bang!" With a loud bang, the fist shadow and palm shadow were slashed by the sword at this moment, and then they all exploded, making a loud noise. The black on the surface of the sword also faded a lot, and the crimson inside began to flow, as if it might break through the black shackles and burst out at any time.

A golden finger suddenly appeared in front of the other two, and pointed at Mu Xiaojiu's Dao Gang, directly pointing at the Dao Gang and shattering it.

In an instant, those floating black aura suddenly swept towards the three of them frantically. And in this small world isolated by Mu Xiaojiu's killing intent, there was still a black aura gushing out.

The black aura mixed with internal force, killing intent, and all kinds of negative emotions turned into a huge knife, slashing towards the three people as if it was about to open up the world.

The three of them frowned, and at the same time, their fists, palms, and fingers attacked again, and they confronted the sword gang formed by the black aura. Fist strength, palm wind, and finger strength came out of the hands of the three of them, and then exploded on the surface of the sword.

However, the sword was unmoved, shattering all the attempts of the three of them, and slashed down frantically.

At this moment, two more people rushed out.

The same first entry into the shocking realm, but also different exercises, one of these two people uses claws, and the other uses legs. A claw is like a wild dragon dancing, tearing the sky and breaking through the clouds; A two-legged kick out in a row, each leg is just to the yang.

With the power of the five people, Mu Xiaojiu's sword was directly broken and turned into nothing.

But the killing intent in this small world has not decreased at all, but has become more and more.

Mu Xiaojiu raised his hand and leaned forward gently, actually pinching a fallen leaf that came with the wind. Moreover, it is a leaf that is rare to see in this season.

The moment he caught the fallen leaves in his left hand, the knife in his right hand suddenly shattered into pieces.

Although it is a good knife, it can't be called a treasure knife after all, this magic knife is slashed, the demon is born in the air, and the knife is directly shattered by the killing intent.

Mu Xiaojiu didn't care about the shattering of the knife, but just gently flicked the fallen leaf between his fingers with his fingers.

The silent sound suddenly sounded, like ripples, and the fragments of the knife that had not yet fallen to the ground suddenly stopped in mid-air, and then turned into streamers and shot out forward.

"I'm coming!" There was another loud shout, and a figure fell from the sky, holding a Fang Tian Painting Halberd, which fell to the ground like a divine soldier outside the sky, and with a wave of Fang Tian's Painting Halberd, the strong wind overflowed, coupled with the cooperation of the five people behind him, those fragments had just flown into the air, and they had been completely destroyed, becoming a piece of powder.

However, there is a piece that does not.

It was not a fragment of a knife, but a green leaf, with a thread of veins clearly visible, and even the leaf was still trembling slightly.

The ripples brought by the sound were layered on top of each other, turning into a series of faint and faint energy, shattering several palm shadows, and then flying over with a whirl.

"Shhh

First, there was a cry of pain, and the next moment, the left palm of the person who was using the palm was cut off alive by the leaves that seemed to be flying slowly.

"Roar!" A tiger roar suddenly sounded behind Mu Xiaojiu, followed by a short rod made of stainless steel.

As if a tiger descending from the mountain, the short stick smashed down his head and face, and came straight to the top of Mu Xiaojiu's head.

Mu Xiaojiu copied it in his sleeve with his right hand, and also copied out a short stick. He didn't turn around, he didn't look up, he just picked up the short stick in his hand. The two short sticks collided, and the tiger roar was still there, but another dragon roared to the sky. Mu Xiaojiu's complexion remained unchanged, and his feet did not move at all, but the person was directly shocked by the huge fierce strength and flew upside down, and the tiger's mouth in his right hand was instantly broken open with small scars.

If anyone could see through his skin and flesh, they could see that a crack about half the length of his forearm had appeared on the man's bones. And looking back, where is a short stick in Mu Xiaojiu's hand? It is clearly a hole flute, and it is made of ordinary purple bamboo.

It was with such a bamboo flute that Mu Xiaojiu directly picked up the attacker. And Fang Cai's stick, no matter how you look at it, it looks like a flying dragon in the eighteen palms of the dragon descending in the sky.

Mu Xiaojiu gently rubbed the hole flute in his hand, looked at the few people who were rushing towards him in front of him, and whispered a word.

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