The erotic picture on the wall could not withstand the pressure and was torn into two halves. The dishes and chopsticks on the table were also clinking and shaking.
Suddenly, two flying knives flew towards Qianyuan from the left and right directions. When Mozi saw this, his eyes narrowed, he hurriedly took a step back, raised his hand and slapped the flying knives to the ground.
The two flying knives stabbed at his ankles before they hit the ground. At the same time, another flying knife flew out from directly in front and shot towards his chest. At the same moment, a flying knife also appeared above Qianyuan's head.
The knife pressed down on him.
At the critical moment, Qianyuan turned around and quickly went to the left, trying to avoid such a situation.
But at this moment, several flying knives that failed to hit the target instantly merged together and formed a large knife in mid-air, which immediately slashed towards Qian Yuan's waist.
Qianyuan jumped up and escaped the attack. The big knife composed of four flying knives cut off the wooden counter behind him. At the moment when the wood chips were flying, the other two flying knives hid behind the wood chips and attacked Qianyuan again. Success was achieved in
Qianyuan's body was left with two wounds.
"Okay, you are really good at wielding a knife!" Qianyuan said fiercely, "But if you only take these two blows, you can't hurt me."
After several struggles, Qianyuan took advantage of the six flying knives to connect again. He pressed his hands, and six black walls of fire appeared in front of him. The fire walls formed a prison to imprison the flying knives, and then the prison suddenly shrank.
, squeezing all the flying knives into powder.
I was about to avoid it, but I found that the speed of the flying knife suddenly slowed down as it approached me. When it was seven feet behind me, it turned back. It seemed that the flying knife was used to guide the way.
Qianyuan dodged and chased him, and as soon as he reached the window, he saw the figure of this man. I was standing on the roof and was feeling annoyed that I had lost the chase, when I saw another flying knife coming through the air.
Su Xiaoxian didn't reply. When Qianyuan approached me in surprise, he found that I was looking at him condescendingly, with a knowing look in my eyes.
To say that Su Xiaoxian is very low is just to say that I am of medium height. I usually bend down respectfully in front of Qianyuan, which is much lower than Qianyuan. But at this moment, I straightened my back, and I am actually lower than Qianyuan.
The contrast with the impression of being low makes Su Xiaoxian look even lower.
The more the girls thought about it, the more frightened they became. If they dared to wander around again in the evening, they all crowded into a room.
I chuckled and ran over with the flying knife.
Low enough to overlook Qianyuan.
I don’t have the way I speak. Usually when Su Xiaoxian speaks in front of Qian Yuan, he usually echoes the words and says less. But today, my tone of voice became softer and tougher, and he even liked to answer my questions.
To put it into perspective, this polite attitude made Qianyuan feel like an ugly person.
No matter which sect you are in, people with the same status will not receive the same treatment, and the same is true for the Demon Sect. But what makes the Demon Sect more flexible than other sects is that their status is not determined by connections or financial resources.
It is all based on his own strength. If he defeats an inner sect disciple, he will become an inner sect disciple; if he defeats an inner sect disciple, he will also become an inner sect disciple; if he can be specially set up by the leader to
After being tested by the devil, he will become a devil.
Qianyuan had no reputation as a genius for many years.
I straightened my back, pointed at Su Xiaoxian and said, "Good or bad, he is prepared to kill someone as you wish."
I am not a child of a wealthy family. I have never been exposed to martial arts since I was eight years old. The least I did when I was growing up was playing a game of building mud houses with a group of friends from outside the village.
Before we all left, the outside of Nianchun Hall finally died. The women who came to play did not dare to stay any longer, so they wore bad clothes and left the place. The girls outside the shop took in their clothes before settling down a little.
I felt strange.
Just hearing the sound piercing the air, this person must have left the room.
Being laughed at! Being despised! Being trampled on!
Qianyuan thought of the flying knife that led the way and Yue Binde's normal behavior. At this moment, he suddenly woke up and said angrily: "Is it him?"
Eight breaths before I ran away from a forest, the flying knife stopped. In a clearing, I saw this meditating figure.
[Search "Spring Gift" on Xiaoxiang APP and new users will receive 500 book coins, and old users will receive 200 book coins] Qianyuan looked at the thin woman behind him and felt that his whole body was getting used to it.
Su Xiaoxian stood still and moved. The flying knife in the air drew an arc and fell into Su Xiaoxian's arms.
I was led out of the martial arts school because none of the elders outside our village quit the demon sect. Before returning to the village, this person saw that I was clumsy, so he tried to teach me some basic internal energy skills. Who knows what happened?
I understood everything once I learned it, and my elders were so shocked that they reported the matter before I returned to Islam. It was by that chance that I joined the Demonic Cult.
Since I grew up in the village, when I came to the Demon Sect, one of the four small sects, I felt as if I suddenly saw the vast sky and absorbed the knowledge I learned crazily. My outstanding performance was achieved within a month
Within a short time, I gained the appreciation of Elder Wu, and within half a year, I opened up seventeen meridians throughout my body. The speed of my regression, combined with my legendary experience, caused my reputation to quickly spread among the Demon Sect.
"Is it worth using Black Flame for a mere mortal iron?" The man sneered, "It's up to you."
But the truth is not like that. On the eighth day after becoming a demon, I had a sense of Sutra that I had never experienced in the second half of my life, shrouding me like an abyss. I suddenly knew what to do, and practicing kung fu seemed to me
I also no longer have the passion I once had. I want to find something more boring to do. The feeling that Qianyuan hates most in his life is just like when I couldn’t help but suppress the whole audience outside the Nianchun Hall. At this moment, my
My anger was aroused again. But that arousal would make me crazy, but it made me even more calm. Just like the battles I had experienced for many years, I calmly analyzed the battlefield to see clearly the opponent's strengths, and
Figure out the worst time to kill.
In those four years, becoming a mako has always been my wish and the goal I strive for. I have never thought about what I want to do before becoming a mako. I just simply feel that becoming a mako will be more satisfying, and I will definitely feel sad.
Glowing with glory.
"Why is there someone hiding on the eighth floor? Did you see anyone else when you and Mr. Zhang were in this room?"
"What? Is it a letter?" Su Xiaoxian smiled again.
Just like that, Qianyuan was obsessed with fighting. In just four years, he moved into the Youtian Mountain Palace and ascended to the position of Demon Son. And my reputation was completely established in those four years and spread throughout a small country.
"Su Xiaoxian?" Qianyuan said, "Why is he outside?"
This morning I wanted to find the human sandbag to vent my anger on, but I couldn't find it, so I came to the slum holding in my anger. I thought I was actually outside the woods.