Almost no one could see clearly how Chen Biao made the move, and no one could see clearly where Chen Biao pulled out the golden knife.

Everyone just felt that there was a flash in front of them, and Chen Biao had an extra golden knife in his hand, and Du Jiu's fist hit this golden knife with a crisp "bang" sound.

The shape of the golden knife is very peculiar, shorter than the ordinary ghost head knife, but it is a little longer than the ordinary kitchen knife, like a wider and thicker kitchen knife.

Not only is it an offensive weapon, suitable for cutting, chopping, chopping, chopping, and splitting, but it can also be turned into a defensive shield when it is critical.

Du Jiu was forced to take three steps back by this golden knife that integrated attack and defense, and that fist was even more shocked by the solid golden knife blade.

At this moment, a faint morning glow came through the window paper that was blown by the dust and sand in the sky.

Such a bright morning glow is extremely rare in the late autumn twilight.

The beautiful and indifferent morning glow reflected on Chen Biao's golden knife, revealing a compelling cold meaning, and then, the golden knife reflected the cold light onto Chen Biao's face.

The pockmarks on the face of the golden knife Chen Biao looked eerie and terrifying in the pale red morning glow.

Chen Biao looked at Du Jiu, Du Jiu looked at Chen Biao, and then, red blood began to flow down from his fingers, drop by drop, on the surface of his feet, on the hard floor, making a "tick" "tick" sound.

The sound made everyone's hearts begin to tighten slowly, as if they heard a blunt knife rubbing against a stone.

At this moment, Chen Biao's hand holding the knife also began to tremble slightly, and the muscles at the corners of his mouth began to squirm slowly, as if he was suffering from great pain.

His voice trembled slightly, and the hand holding the knife suddenly drooped, and said in a deep voice: Senior Brother Du, I have no grudge against you, why are you so hard?

Du Jiu didn't answer him, just stretched out the hand that was still bleeding forward, pointed at him, and said coldly: Don't talk nonsense, hurry up and hand over the things.

Chen Biao was stunned for a moment, as if he wanted to say something to Du Jiu, but after pondering for a while, he seemed to have made up his mind, and suddenly said: Okay, you take it.

As soon as the words fell, he saw that the golden knife in his hand, which had already fallen, suddenly turned into countless golden lights and shadows, enveloping Du Jiu in it, like a strong sun on a summer afternoon.

Then, only three crisp sounds were heard, ding, and ding, and Du Jiu's bleeding finger flicked three times on Chen Biao's golden knife.

After three crisp sounds in a row, Du Jiu also took three steps forward, his momentum awe-inspiring, while the golden knife Chen Biao couldn't help but take three steps back.

What was surprising was that Chen Biao's incomparably powerful golden knife offensive was easily defused by Du Jiu's two fingers between this advance and retreat.

Good fingering, good tenacity, can already be compared to Shaolin's strong King Kong finger.

Chen Biao stood still, just looking at his golden knife gloomily.

Under Du Jiu's fingering of "snapping fingers and oolong", his golden knife actually popped out three dents.

The corners of Chen Biao's mouth moved slightly, as if he was muttering something: the master was really eccentric, and he actually taught him the mastery of "snapping fingers oolong".

Large beads of sweat began to roll down on the forehead of the golden knife Chen Biao, and he said miserably: Senior Brother Du Jiu, you have finally practiced the master's stunt of flicking the fingers.

Du Jiu had a serious face, looked at the golden knife in Chen Biao's hand that was dented by him, sneered, and said: Your golden knife chasing the moon seems to be faster and more fierce than twenty years ago. But, no matter what, you must hand over the sword book today, or else......

Chen Biao smiled bitterly, his face became even more ugly, and the expression on his face didn't know whether he was laughing or laughing at himself, and said: Senior Brother Du, if I really got that sword book, then I am afraid that you have already become a dead person at this moment, and I don't have to hide here.

Du Jiu scolded sharply: Chen Biao, don't pretend to be confused with me anymore, we have investigated clearly, and the sword score is obviously stolen from the master's study by you at the instigation of your junior sister.

As soon as he heard the word "junior sister", Chen Biao immediately perked up, and a soft light suddenly bloomed on his face, which was the light of the sun.

However, there is no heat of the sun in these lights, only the softness and indifference of the moon, which is a kind of loving light like the morning sun and sunset.

Chen Biao's tone seemed to be a little excited, and a little eager, and said softly: "What about junior sister? Senior Brother Du Jiu, junior sister...... Are you okay now?

Du Jiu snorted fiercely, raised his hand and slapped it angrily at a table next to him.

The table, like the original one, fell apart at once under his strong slap.

Du Jiu's tone was full of resentment and curses, and even with a hint of inexplicable coldness, he said: Senior sister is dead, and it was all caused by you, a wolf-hearted senior brother.

You wolf-hearted brute, you deceived your junior sister and instigated her to steal your master's sword book, you said you would marry her, but on the night of the candles in the cave room, you suddenly beat your sister to a serious injury, and escaped alone with the sword book, hiding in this kind of self-righteous conspiracy.

Do you think that if you are disfigured, no one will find you? Hmph, the heavens are clear, it is difficult to escape the law, and the junior sister has already said everything before she died, and you still don't admit it?

Hearing this, Chen Biao was stunned at first, and then, only to hear a crisp sound of "bang", the golden knife in his hand suddenly fell to the ground, turned over a few times, and rolled to the side.

Chen Biao slowly walked in front of Du Jiu with a sad expression, and then, shaking Du Jiu's shoulders vigorously, said in surprise and sadness: "What? What did you say? Senior sister, she is dead, tell me quickly, how did junior sister die? Senior brother Du Jiu, what happened later, you can tell me quickly?"

Du Jiu shook his shoulder suddenly, shook off Chen Biao's hand on his shoulder angrily, and then looked at him coldly, with a look of sarcasm on his face, and said:

Hmph, Chen Biao, don't pretend here, you killed your sister, you deceived her feelings, and ruined her life's happiness with your own hands, and finally caused her to lose her life, all of this was caused by you, all because of your greed and despicability,

I think you should obediently hand over the sword book, and go back with me to ask the master for your guilt. Otherwise, not to mention the master, even the junior sister under Jiuquan will not forgive you.

Chen Biao was still shaking Du Jiu's shoulder, almost begging: Senior Brother Du Jiu, tell me quickly, how did Senior Sister die?

Du Jiu's face was indifferent, and he said coldly: Although you were my senior brother twenty years ago, but now you are a traitor to the sect, why should I tell you about this traitor?

Chen Biao kept trembling, it wasn't fear, but remorse.

He clenched his teeth, perhaps from too much force, and his lips had been bitten out of blood, and red blood slowly flowed down the corners of his mouth.

However, he still kept pleading, and said loudly: Senior Brother Du Jiu, even if I am a senior brother, please tell me, how did Senior Sister die? As long as you say it, no matter what you ask me to do, whatever you want, I can give it to you.

Du Jiu looked at the sad Chen Biao, a trace of pain suddenly appeared on his face, and then, word by word, he said: I killed my junior sister.

Chen Biao glared at him, and the pockmarks on his face burst out with hatred and anger, and then said loudly: You...... Why did you kill your sister?