Everywhere the sword flashed, only the screeching sound of metal hitting each other could be heard, followed by a cluster of dazzling golden sparks blooming like fireworks in the twilight of early winter.

Song Yanqiu's fatal knife suddenly encountered a heavy and clumsy kitchen knife.

This is a large kitchen knife made of fine iron.

Under this clumsy and heavy kitchen knife, at least fifty-five martial arts masters have been disemboweled.

And the one who stopped Song Yanqiu from attacking the fatal knife in an instant was the reckless man who threw the lantern into the river on the bow of the boat.

At this moment, the reckless man had already taken off the wide black robe that was wrapped outside, revealing a strong suit inside, and the palm-wide cowhide belt was tightly wrapped around his abdomen.

Although it was already dusk in early winter, he was still wearing a sleeveless shirt, revealing the thick and short black hair on his chest.

The calf-thick wrist shows that his strength is infinite, but it is a cracked cow.

In such a pair of hands, he held a knife that was thick and round like a fan.

Although such a knife looked extremely heavy, the strange thing was that when this large kitchen knife suddenly collided with Song Yanqiu's blunt knife, it was cut in half.

Although this infinitely powerful knife temporarily blocked Song Yanqiu's lightning and stone fire, its offensive was not completely blocked, and the blunt knife in Song Yanqiu's hand still slashed towards Bai Muyun, who was standing there motionless.

Its offensive did not seem to be affected in the slightest.

If this knife is cut down, I am afraid that it will really cut Bai Muyun from the right neck to the left rib, cutting him in two.

Bai Muyun was still motionless.

His face had changed.

A sharp stab.

A swift slash.

A heavy knife.

A fatal stab.

This knife finally slashed at the major artery of Bai Muyun's right neck.

He finally didn't dodge.

But the strange thing was that although the blunt knife in Song Yanqiu's hand slashed at the major artery of Bai Muyun's right neck, it did not cut him in two, and blood gushed out.

On the contrary, Song Yanqiu's blunt knife was as if he had seen a thick marble slab, bouncing high and cracking.

Then, only a crisp sound of "ding" was heard, and Song Yanqiu's fatal knife suddenly broke out of his hand, and suddenly flew into the twilight of early winter dusk, turning into a graceful arc, and flying obliquely into the ruins in the distance.

Then, there was a crisp sound of "ding ding ding", which suddenly fell into the ruins, turning into countless fragments and becoming part of the ruins.

And on Song Yanqiu's own body, the gorgeous robe has been torn.

A long gash slanted from the right neck to the left rib, like a skimming of cursive writing.

The blood, slowly flowing down, down the low-hanging arm.

One drop, two drops, three drops...... A.

Although the cut mark of the knife from the right neck to the left rib was not very deep, it made Song Yanqiu's heart feel as if it had been frozen suddenly.

She originally wanted to split Bai Muyun from her right neck to her left ribs, but she didn't expect that she was indeed scratched from her right neck to her left ribs.

Moreover, he was scratched by a knife made by himself.

Then, as if she suddenly remembered something, she couldn't help but exclaim, "Back to the light."

It is the supreme mental method of the Ogi Mirror Palace, returning to the light.

Bai Muyun watched Song Yanqiu's blood drip down drop by drop, staining the dark gray soil under his feet, and suddenly sneered, and said:

That's right, that trick just now is the power of "returning to the light", as a disciple of the Ogigami Palace, I think, you should have heard of it,

"Returning to the light" is the best internal strength method unique to the Ogi Mirror Palace, when you swing the knife at me, it is like swinging a fist at yourself in the mirror.

The more force you exert the more you will do, and the stronger the internal force you will use, the stronger the ripple will be.

I don't know that the wind blowing from that place blew Bai Muyun's dark blue robe, and the golden mask trembled.

However, this wind blew Song Yanqiu's heart suddenly tightened.

And after Song Yanqiu was frustrated by this sudden blow, like a real loser, he stopped talking, just looked at the direction where his golden knife had just fallen, and suddenly sighed slightly.

Then, look up at the sky and watch the twilight of early winter slowly lay down on the ancient trees that are still as green as spring.

The branches of those ancient trees are constantly intertwined, entangled, and scattered in the air, like a large net that covers the wind and shadows.

Not only did it net the castle, which was almost in ruins, but it also netted all its own retreats.

Blood, still dripping from the wound, blended with the dark gray soil beneath his feet.

And all Song Yanqiu's hopes of escape disappeared drop by drop with those dripping blood.

She felt like a dead pawn trapped in a corner.

Dead?

When this word suddenly jumped into Song Yanqiu's mind, a trace of coldness suddenly flashed between her eyebrows, and then dimmed.

Song Yanqiu looked at Bai Muyun who completely concealed himself under the golden mask with a decadent expression, sighed slightly, and said slowly:

Back to the light, it's really amazing.

Bai Muyun said: So what?

Song Yanqiu said: Hmph, although the return to the light is powerful, but for me, it will not work, because my life is very long.

Since I could have been comfortably hidden in the Golden Throwing Villa for twenty years without showing my face, then, of course, I wouldn't have died so easily.

Bai Muyun's body suddenly relaxed, and even put away the enchantment gathered around his body, and then, with his hands spread out, he said in a deep voice:

Oh, yes? If you're feeling sure, I can let you try again.

Song Yanqiu said: Try it.

Then, hearing a scolding, Song Yanqiu's body suddenly moved like the wind, completely unaffected by the injury that was still bleeding, and there was a blunt short knife in his hand.

With the swing of the dagger, her side shot straight into the air, like a stone ejected by a trebuchet.

This time, his sword technique was just a false move, and her real purpose was just to cause Bai Muyun to have an illusion, and then, open the gap from the completely opposite direction and escape from the ascension to heaven.

Song Yanqiu never believed that she would become a dead pawn in the dead corner of the chessboard.

No matter what, she has to break through this big net condensed by Bai Muyun's enchantment, even if it is a net of heaven and earth, she has to break through.

Song Yanqiu's all-out knife really caused Bai Muyun to gather all the strength of his body and use it to return to the light, trying to pop Song Yanqiu's fatal knife again.

However, when Song Yanqiu's knife was about to slash at him, her whole person suddenly changed direction and fled in another direction.

This is the virtual and the real, the real and the virtual.