Chapter 11 The Road is One Foot High, and the Magic is One Foot High (First Update)

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Suliu's movements seemed to freeze forever, stopping at the scene of holding the knife.

Swords like dragons!

The knife went from near to far in an instant, and even the bright moonlight seemed to become dim wherever the sword light reached, and it seemed that it was all absorbed on that sword light.

This knife is like a knife cut by gods and demons since ancient times, directly cutting through the void space, ignoring everything, absolutely invincible!

Jinmen Yuke Lin Lingsu was shocked, but his face gradually became solemn, and he kept moving in his hands, shouting: "Demon Knife, you know the Demon Sword Technique, you are actually a person from the Shura Demon Sword Palace!" ā€

"Magic Knife, this person recognizes that the first half of my knife is the first knife of Shura, and it must have something to do with Wanqing, it is really nowhere to find the iron shoes, and it takes no effort to get it......"

Su Liu's heart moved, and he restrained a little bit of sword intent, this knife lost the support of the nirvana sword intent, and the power was naturally not as good as the heyday, and there was still a chance to live.

There was a "bang" sound, and the invincible sword light only slashed on the long sword of the Golden Gate Yuke, cutting the blue water that was obviously a rare sword into two.

Although the sword qi converged a little, it still swept around him frantically, cutting the intricately carved Xuanyi Taoist robe on the body of the Golden Gate Yuke, looking very embarrassed.

"What is given today will be rewarded by him tomorrow!"

Unexpectedly, this Golden Gate Yuke did not resist at all, and did not hesitate to abandon the broken sword, regardless of the manners, he burst out of the true power of his whole body to run away, without the slightest image of a master, and did not have the slightest intention of staying.

Since this person recognized the Shura Killing Intent Demon Knife, how could Su Liu tell him to go, his body was pulled up again, his sleeves were rolled, like the wings of the clouds, although the swordsmanship of Jinmen Yuke was powerful, and his body was incredibly fast, but today~ He met Su Liu, and it was Su Liu, who had achieved great success.

Even if he wanted to leave, he couldn't resist Su Liu's single-minded chase.

In just over a dozen breaths, the two of them had already swept hundreds of distances at a gallop.

Lin Lingsu finally stopped, because he had been locked on his back by the tip of the knife with infinite killing intent, and when he took another step, the sword was like lightning, and it was going to penetrate his whole person.

"Well, Poor Dao is indeed not an opponent."

Lin Lingsu stopped and fell helplessly, at this time, the jade crown on his head had fallen off at some point, his hair was scattered, his breath was uneven, but there was a look of jealousy in his eyes, and he sighed: "The Dao is one foot high and the demon is one foot high, when did the Shura Demon Sword Palace have such a master." ā€

Su Liu's hand was cold and asked, "Do you recognize the origin of my knife?" ā€

The Golden Gate Yuke wanted to speak several times, and even wanted to take it away again, but he didn't have the courage to escape under this knife, so he only said: "Lin Lingsu didn't dare to say that he was in the same country, but he had also seen all the martial arts in the world, and he respected this sword under the moon, isn't it the Shura Demon Killing Knife?" ā€

Su Liu frowned and said: "Among the rivers and lakes, there don't seem to be rumors of the Shura Demon Knife, let alone the existence of the Shura Demon Sword Palace. ā€

He left in a hurry before, and only passed down the sword spectrum of Shura's first sword, but he really didn't create the Shura Demon Sword Skill, but he sat alone on the cliff of Dali's Baizhang Tiandu, fighting the heroes, Murong in the south and Xiao Feng in the north, completely defeated by him alone, and the four evildoers also gave him the power to break up, which had a mixed reputation, and finally spread it through thousands of disciples of the Beggar Gang, but he had already left the Tianlong World after that, and it was only a storm in the rivers and lakes.

Lin Lingsu sighed: "Before today, there is really no trace of the existence of the Demon Sword Palace, since the cliff of the Tiandu on the bank of the Canglan River in Dali, the palace master of the Demon Sword Palace has disappeared, and after more than a year, there is a woman who knows the magic knife technique to come out and walk the rivers and lakes...... I didn't expect to see the magic knife technique of killing and extinction here today. ā€

"I only passed on the sword technique of Wanqing Shura's first sword, and she practiced it in a year, which can be regarded as talented."

Su Liu thought to herself, but said, "You have seen Wanqing, and her sword skills are also taught by me." ā€

Lin Lingsu took a deep breath in disbelief, his face changed greatly, and he said astringently: "Could it be... You... You turned out to be the Lord of the Magic Blade. You're back in the picture!? ā€

His face gradually turned pale, and he muttered in his mouth: "Why didn't I think of it, why didn't I think of it, you used a sword to fight the enemy, but the person who can use such a knife must be you!" ā€

"I should go, I should go......"

Su Liudao: "What about me, let me ask you, where is the woman who knows the magic knife technique in your mouth now?" ā€

"The magic knife was born, and the rivers and lakes were in chaos..."

Lin Lingsu finally regained his composure, with a strange smile on his face, and said: "It's not a good thing if it's you, you can't afford to toss the wind and waves, Shenxiao, five thunders are true, today I am planted in your hands, whether you move me or not, the beam has already been formed." ā€

Su Liu sneered: "You think I don't dare to kill you? ā€

The sword in his hand flashed, exuding an aura of mortal danger.

"There is no joy in life, and there is no bitterness in death."

Lin Lingsu said: "Uncle Shi suppressed that demon girl at the foot of Qingcheng Mountain back then, and now he can naturally subdue you, the devil, you wait, today's matter will not be settled like this!" ā€

He said a lot, but Su Liu only remembered one sentence, his eyes lit up, and there was only one sentence left in his mind, "suppressed at the foot of Qingcheng Mountain", like a thunder sound, which couldn't stop reverberating in his mind.

There seemed to be a scene in front of him, it was Mu Wanqing, who was walking the rivers and lakes with a knife in his hand, killing the thieves all the way, but he gave an old Taoist a palm and fell a thunderbolt, shaking and killing the Qingcheng Mountain.

When the thoughts are together, the mood is difficult to calm down.

"This kid has a fire!"

Lin Lingsu's eyes lit up, his mind moved, and his body threw himself into the Taihu Lake, like a swimming fish, disappearing into the lake, only splashing some small splashes.

"Kill, kill, kill!"

That depression was knotted in his heart, and Su Liu's heart almost fell into a kind of hysterical madness, what Jinmen Yuke Lin Lingsu said was right, at this time he was on the verge of going mad.

"As soon as the magic knife comes out, if you don't drink blood and return, you will eat yourself, and today you will go to heaven and earth, and Biluo Huangquan will kill you!"

Su Liu's fingers gently and softly put on the magic knife, and swung it again.

The long knife took others to the Taihu Lake ****.

Rumble!

After a loud bang, a snow mangdao exploded under the water, making a dull sound, and the bottom of this Taihu Lake seemed to be illuminated by purple auroras, and it lit up.

A moment later.

Murong Jiu watched in a daze as Su Liu walked out of the lake, but the invincible magic knife was no longer in his hand. (To be continued.) )