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Outside Bodhi City, dark clouds rolled. The heavy rain made the whole sky look a little low. The terrifying black clouds were like thick smoke, as if they would swallow people anytime and anywhere.

Luo Changfeng stood in the blood with his knife, and his body was covered with broken arms and limbs.

If it weren't for the heavy rain that washed the dirt in the world, the path at the foot of the mountain would have been full of blood.

The blood mixed in the soil made the water beach under your feet look a light red.

Luo Changfeng obviously didn't care about these things.

Countless sword beams around his body pierced into the rolling black clouds above his head, making these black clouds dare not approach easily.

He looked quietly at the black-clothed killer leader opposite him like a sword god.

Until now, the ambush was only left with the black-clothed killer.

Even if all the subordinates were cut into meat by Luo Changfeng's knife intention in an instant, the man had never wavered for a long time.

Perhaps for the killer, his expression of indifferent to murder or being killed is really a bit cold-blooded, but Luo Changfeng does not think that the calmness of the black-clad killer leader is a kind of ruthlessness.

Because he knew very well that the person opposite was above him.

He could see that this kind of calmness was a kind of confidence, a kind of confidence that would happen naturally as long as you take action.

So Luo Changfeng was still very serious, and he did not underestimate the enemy at all, nor did he dare to underestimate the enemy at all.

Often, underestimating the enemy means failure, and failure is tantamount to death.

"You are surprised."

A thin halo began to appear on the black cloak of the killer leader in black. The halo slowly floated up from his black robe like a crystal clear Roman gauze, protecting him in it.

Outside the halo is a heavy rain, while inside the halo is dry and fresh.

No matter how heavy the downpour, it could not fall into the halo.

Luo Changfeng looked at the halo of Zeng's body protection. At first, he was a little alert, but later he began to feel ashamed of himself.

Being able to absorb so much spiritual power into the body at the Chonghui Realm, this method of protecting the body is by no means possible in Chonghui Realm. Luo Changfeng knew that the cultivation level of this black-clothed killer leader had long been far away.

Beyond yourself.

"But it didn't surprise you after all." Luo Changfeng stood in the rain and looked at the opposite side quietly and said.

The sword intent around him was not the spiritual power of protecting his body, and it could not form the spiritual power of protecting his body to block the heavy rain outside his body.

But these countless sword-intention beams that shine from the body are as warm as sunlight, dazzling and hot, driving away darkness and humidity.

Luo Chang's rampant student robe began to gradually dry under the warmth of these countless beams of knife light.

It seems like I've never been rained.

"Your knife is very good." The leader of the black-clothed killer looked at Luo Changfeng and said.

Of course he was not talking about the knife in Luo Changfeng's hand.

It was just a knife that was so ordinary that it could not be more ordinary.

The knife in his mouth was naturally Luo Changfeng's knife intention and sword trait.

"It is the first time I have found that my knife is very good." Luo Changfeng said.

Since getting the knife score left by the knife cynical in the bookstore, Luo Changfeng almost even carried the knife score with him when eating and sleeping.

But no matter how he studied and studied, he just couldn't really understand the meaning of the pattern in the knife score.

Until he picked up a knife.

He only realized how it felt like a knife in his hand.

He suddenly realized.

It turns out that in the sword score left by Dao Chi, the patterns that look like starry roads and star patterns are the corresponding places of various spiritual acupoints and qi veins in the human body.

After understanding the joints here, Luo Changfeng believed that as long as he was given enough time to use Tian Chong to absorb spiritual power into the body to nurture spiritual wisdom and concentrate the essence into the body, then in the near future, he will fully understand the sword of the sword.

road.

Thinking of this, he was still a little excited.

He knew it all came down to this ordinary knife.

If a sword cultivator does not have a knife in his hand, how can he understand the true sword path? Perhaps the peak of the sword path has the realm of no sword being better than a sword, but after all, he is still climbing in the sword path and is far from the peak

It's still far away.

So he needs a knife, a knife to explore the path, and a knife to grow.

"It's not just very good. I think Dao Chi was not as sharp as you at your age." said the leader of the black-clad killer.

"I dare not compare myself with the sword crazy." Luo Changfeng said.

"It seems that you are not blinded by your inflated strength." said the leader of the black-clad killer.

"Because you are not dead yet." Luo Changfeng said.

"It's a pity that you don't have a chance."

The black-clad killer leader pulled up the knife in his hand.

He drew his sword very slowly.

So the rain before him seemed to slow down.

The wind began to blow around.

This wind is very flat, very fast, fierce.

It was like two straight parallel lines cutting the layers of water curtains in front of you. As the knife gradually exposed all the blade, these two parallel lines also extended to the distance.

The moment the blade was fully revealed, the flat water curtain completely turned into a transparent phantom of the blade.

The leader of the black-clothed killer held up his sword with his hands, and the spiritual power of the surrounding heaven and earth gathered wildly towards the palms.

He swung his sword and slashed it down.

The knife instantly expanded dozens of times, and with a huge water curtain, the shadow of the mud and water surfaced a straight and deep knife mark.

The shadow of the water curtain is like the water of the Yellow River falling from the sky pouring over.

Countless beams of sword intentions around Luo Changfeng became shattered in the collision of the shadow of the water curtain.

His cheeks were blown by a wind.

Then he narrowed his eyes.

There were a few strands of hair on the forehead that were flat and cut off by the wind.

His feet slid back and slid out against the ground.

After a distance of more than ten meters, I finally stopped.

He bowed his body and lowered his head.

The blood ticks drip on the ground somewhere.

After all, I still lack the state of mind, and after all, I still lack the time.

How could the sword intent that was understood in this instant be able to be more than a disciple of Xingzi who had been practicing swords for more than ten years?

The black-clad killer leader walked towards Luo Changfeng with steady steps.

Xueer in the distance threw away her umbrella and ran over.

She tried to support Luo Changfeng who was kneeling on one knee, but found that she didn't have that much strength.

At this moment, she hated her for being useless.

Some regrets that I did not study the tricks of flowing words taught by the teacher.

Seeing the cold and fierce knife approaching step by step, Xueer, who had been afraid of pain since childhood, came from somewhere, but she had no idea where she decided to block Luo Changfeng.

She stood in front of Luo Changfeng regardless of everything.

A pair of beautiful eyes looked at the sword of the black-clothed killer leader, and all the worries and panic gradually turned into a kind of calmness, a sense of calmness that was ready to die, and a hint of determination.

Under the dim sky, among the rolling dark clouds, a flower spreads away the dark clouds and flies down.

Falling between the black-clothed killer leader and Xueer.

It was a crabapple flower.

The crabapple flowers are not only not afraid of rain, but they bloom even more brilliantly when they meet water.

Xue'er's eyes were attracted by the crabapple flower falling out of thin air, but suddenly she felt her cold little hand being quietly held.

She wanted to look back, but before she could turn back, she felt a gust of wind and snow blowing past her face.

She seemed to see a white wind.

Her eyes couldn't help but look at the white wind, and then she saw the black-clothed killer leader instantly turning into an ice man.

At this moment, the crabapple flowers turned into a beautiful figure.

The ice man broke into ice chips all over the ground, revealing Luo Changfeng's shaking figure behind him with a knife.