Where are you from? Dare to be rude to our king, are you impatient?" a young man in black clothes shouted, there will always be stunned young people who are not afraid of death, this young man is called "Rolling Ground Knife" Tai Sword, his cultivation is still shallow, and he has just broken through to the Martial Saint Realm, so the more a bottle is less than half a bottle of swaying guys, the more arrogant and fearless he will be.

Tai Jian first danced a "ground sword" in front of Murong Xiu, but seeing that the sword wind was Huohuo, the cold mangs were better than the snow, and even the huge sword shadow could condense to split the mountain and crack the stone, it was quite powerful, after the dance, the qi did not grow and did not change his face, he looked at Murong Xiu proudly and said: "Boy, if you know each other, hurry up! Otherwise, you will definitely be the ghost of my sword!"

"Oh, can your knife kill people?" Murong Xiu smiled contemptuously, she was very worried about the young man's IQ.

Can't he see that even their heads are sweating? It's not that his body is weak, it's that his heart is weak, and it's very empty!

"What an arrogant junior! You can find out if you can kill people with a try! Lao Tzu will slaughter people alive with a stare! Look at the knife!" Tai Jian was furious, and flew up in the air, the big knife was wrapped in the fierce wind, and he slammed Murong Xiu's face door with a roar!

Tai Jian's temper is not very good, especially after he learned the 8864 Road "Ground Knife", his temper became more and more big.

Although his realm is not very high, he has never been defeated, the reason is that he never fights with a martial artist with a high realm, not to mention, he is originally a thief, a scoundrel in the market, if a thief has his martial arts in this realm, he can also be a thief.

Today, he had already slashed and killed four or five disciples of the Divine Fist Sect in a row, and he was quite complacent, but he couldn't see how strong Wu Tianzheng's strength was, so he was so arrogant to draw his sword against each other.

For him, he can't see his strength, maybe his strength is very weak, and he has never been defeated, so he feels invincible in the world in a trance.

The snowflake machete slashed down in the air, condensing a huge snow-bright sword shadow, roaring with a sharp sword wind breaking through the air, smashing the endless void and slashing down towards Murong Xiu's head.

Tai Jian is best at the "ground knife", when fighting against people, he is always used to roll on the ground first, and is familiar with the routine of the ground knife, so this kind of volley knife method is very uncomfortable for him, but he feels that it is enough to deal with this teenager, even if he can't win, there will be no danger, because when he attacks, he has already calculated how to retreat and escape.

But what made him feel strange was that the young man in front of him didn't seem to have any intention of making a move with him, but just looked at him with a contemptuous and unremitting expression, as if his people were made of mud, his knife was papier-mâché, and his moves were all taught by his teacher, and he would not hurt the young man at all.

This made Tai Jian even more annoyed, he went to steal other people's things, but every time he informed the person who was going to steal in advance, because he felt that he was as dashing as Chu Liuxiang, a thief, and what he was most afraid of was that others would look down on him.

Tai Jian roared, with enough strength in his life, because his knife had been slashed to Murong Xiu's face, if Murong Xiu did not dodge or dodge, he promised to split this arrogant young man in half, he was very confident in his knife skills and knives, his snowflake machete, is forged with the best cold iron in the snow mountain, sharpening iron like mud blowing sharp blades, his knife technique is from a secret cave, a martial arts predecessor left the martial arts secrets, that predecessor has long since died, only left this sword book to pass down, but was accidentally obtained by Tai Jian.

Murong Xiu really didn't hide, which made Tai Jian's heart bloom, this knife really slashed on Murong Xiu's face, but what shocked Tai Jian was that his snowflake machete didn't even cut off a single hair of Murong Xiu, could it be that this kid is a demon?

His sword was blocked by a mysterious and invisible force, and then it seemed to be embedded in a wall of copper, that is, it could neither move forward nor retreat.

What shocked him even more was that his hand was the same, as if it was tightly attached to the hilt of his knife by a powerful magnet, and he couldn't turn over if he wanted to withdraw the knife.

Tai Jian used his strength to eat, desperately withdrawing the knife, or withdrawing his hand, he didn't want to unite the sword now, the knife was in the person, the knife was dead, and he didn't want to do it at all.

Large droplets of sweat rolled down his forehead, he gritted his teeth and choked his face and his neck was thick, but Murong Xiu stood there like a god and a Buddha.

Everyone was stunned when they saw this scene on the cliff, and they couldn't understand what was going on.

"I said that your knife can't be used to kill people, because it wasn't originally a knife," Murong Xiu said lightly.

"Nonsense! No one's blades are blades in the first place, they can only be used as killing weapons after they have been forged and forged," Tai Jian said, gasping for breath.

"But your knife turned out to be a burning stick, and it was later changed into a knife, right?" Murong Xiu asked.

"You talk nonsense, you ......" Tai Jian heard Murong Xiu make such a sarcasm about himself, his nose was almost crooked, and he wanted to argue a few words, but he was horrified to find that the tip and blade of his snowflake machete were slowly rolling up, mixed with the sound of a piercing and strange weapon twisting and deformation, and in a short time, his knife really turned into an iron rod with a handle.

"You...... Aren't you human?" Tai Jian said in a trembling voice, he suddenly felt that something was wrong, because from Murong Xiu's clear eyes, a fierce killing intent had already appeared.

A majestic force suddenly slammed into him from the top of the iron rod, and the sword was knocked upside down by the force with a scream, his entire chest cavity had collapsed deeply, the sound of bones shattering could be heard clearly, and his arm hung down softly, because there was no longer a single vein or bone intact on that arm, and all of them were shattered.

Tai Jian's body flew towards Di Qinglin and the others like a paper owl with a broken thread, Di Qinglin didn't dare to reach out to pick it up, but chose to dodge silently.

The people under Gu Ju's men are like this, they are not chivalrous people in the first place, and no one will care about the life or death of their companions.

Before Tai Jian fell to the ground, his human head had already flown out, and no one could see how Tai Jian's human head was lost, because Murong Xiu had not moved too much from beginning to end.

It was as if a gust of wind blew the sword's head off.

"Ghost! This kid must be a ghost! Run, everyone!" Finally someone could not stand the terrible stimulus, and shouted and ran away.