Seeing this absurd scene, it was surprisingly quiet, so quiet that only the morning breeze made the branches rustle. The sky was speechless, the earth was speechless, the sun was speechless, and the clouds were speechless. Only
The two young men were trembling and confronting the black-robed shadow that was filled with a terrifying aura. Their faces showed an unconcealable timidity, but their eyes were unwavering, and they
They didn't think about the consequences this would bring, and they didn't know why they did it, but they felt it seemed to be out of their instinct.
The black-robed shadow cast a very surprised gaze on the two trembling youths. They were just two ordinary mountain village youths. There was nothing outstanding about them. They were not even martial arts cultivators. But they still
He stood opposite the shadow, holding what he thought was the sharpest magic weapon in the world, and faced off against the shadow. The shadow wanted to laugh loudly, but he found that he couldn't even laugh.
He felt that his self-esteem had been greatly insulted. He did not expect that he would be confronted by two ordinary teenagers. One of the teenagers held a hatchet as black as lacquer, and what was even more ridiculous was that the other
What the young man held in his hand was a dead branch. They really thought highly of him, thinking that he was the pinnacle master of martial arts. There was a ferocious cold light in his eyes, and his face was filled with anger.
It turned red, and the originally pale and frightened face turned red at this moment. It was as funny as it was funny.
In addition to the unconcealed admiration in Ling Tianyun and Ye Yinfeng's eyes, they also had a good impression of these two teenagers. You must know that these are the demons of the Jiuyou Sect who are famous all over the world. But such two ordinary teenagers can confront them at a distance.
, how much courage and determination this requires, they know that it has nothing to do with strength or identity. Nangong Xianchen raised a pair of beautiful eyes and looked at the two teenagers curiously, but she did not show any expression, as if
Under Chun's dark eyebrows is a face as delicate as jade, with a divine luster appearing spontaneously.
"Okay, okay, okay." The old devil said three good words in a row. Of course, he was not praising these two courageous young men, but he was extremely angry. At one time, he had let so many people in the world
People were so frightened that many people would walk around in circles when they saw him, and they didn't even have the courage to meet him. But now, although he has fallen into the plains, a skinny camel is bigger than a horse, not to mention that he is still
Two little ants that he could crush to death with just a stretch of his hand.
Lao Dao looked calm and indifferent, with his hands folded in front of his chest. He had no expression at all about the performance of the two teenagers. It was as if everything in front of him had nothing to do with him, and the two ordinary teenagers
His life and death seemed to have nothing to do with him. The thick body stood under the sun, the rough skin and the arms protruding like rocks, all filled with majestic power.
When the old devil saw that the rough man had no intention of taking action, a ferocious look appeared on his face. Since these two little guys were looking for death, he couldn't blame anyone else. Who was easy to mess with, but he wanted to mess with him. He wanted these two little guys who didn't know how to deal with it.
The high-minded boy knew how ridiculous it was to say that newborn calves are not afraid of tigers. He also let everyone present know that Jiuyou Church has once again risen with strength, and the world will definitely hear the Jiuyou Church's illustrious name.
The figure in the black robe swayed, stretched out his skinny five fingers and rushed towards the little mute who was standing with his sword raised. As he rose into the air, he stirred up a gust of wind and rain, and enveloped the two teenagers. His five fingers
He turned his claws and grabbed the little mute's Tianling Gai. With the cultivation of these two ordinary teenagers, there was no way they could escape his sharp blow. Full of confidence, he was very proud of his claw. No matter what,
Even if the rough man and the other two teenagers were to save each other, it was already too late.
Feeling a smelly cold wind blowing towards him, the little mute couldn't help but feel his heart tighten. He saw the black-robed shadow volleying down from the sky, shrouding the place where he stood. Then he saw the gloomy face.
With a somewhat creepy smile, facing this sudden shadow, he didn't know how to deal with it for a moment. He raised his hatchet as if he was frightened and didn't make any movement. The little stammer on the side was even more serious.
Ji, when that black cloud rose into the sky, he almost threw away the dead branches in his hands and tried to escape, but unexpectedly he felt that his legs did not obey his orders, as if they had taken root and could not move.
When Lao Dao saw this, he frowned, but there was still no sign of taking action. Just because he didn't take action didn't mean that he really wouldn't take action. "Chop firewood and crossbars, break piles." These six short words came from Lao Dao's words.
He said it in his mouth, and although his hands were always folded in front of his chest, he knew that the strength of his arms could not help but increase.
No one knows that the little mute couldn't even pick up a hatchet at first. At first, he thought it was just a hatchet. Later, when Lao Dao handed the hatchet in his hand to his hand, he just felt that it was a hatchet.
When his hand sank, the hatchet almost fell from his hand. Then he used all his strength to hold the thick black hatchet. When Lao Dao saw him holding the hatchet, he
So he taught him how to chop wood, how to chop horizontally, how to chop vertically, and all the techniques for chopping wood, but he knew how much he hated chopping wood.
That day, he finally split a piece of wood as thick as a bowl, but the cut was a mess. Only he knew how much effort he spent to split the wood, but
But he didn't get any praise from the old knife, and even scolded him. Until one day, after he split the wood and the cuts became extremely smooth, the old knife asked him to cut the wood in half, and the wood was as big as a bowl.
It is much more difficult to split a piece of wood from the middle than to split it vertically from the middle.
He himself didn't know how many pieces of wood he had chopped, and he didn't know how many years of blood calluses had been worn out on his palms. He just knew that he was getting tired of this kind of life. He spent all day chopping firewood, and he thought
Lao Dao is a real master, but he finally discovered that Lao Dao is actually a master at chopping wood. He has been disappointed and frustrated, but he still did not give up. When Lao Dao taught other people in the town,
He secretly ran away to learn, but Lao Dao found out and beat him severely.
During the day, he chopped a mountain of firewood, and Lao Dao took it to the street and sold it. Then Lao Dao produced a thicker piece of wood from nowhere. At night, the little mute kept dreaming.
They were all chopping firewood, but he also knew that one night, there seemed to be something in his body. The thing forced its way into his body, and then entangled itself under his lower abdomen. He did not take it seriously.
Even he didn't know when he had forgotten this strange thing.
Until one day, a very beautiful monk pinched his neck with his hand. He felt something like air flow suddenly coming from the monk's hand, which was like a lead.
The thing under his lower abdomen erupted like a volcano. He was a little scared at first. He didn't know what the thing was. He asked Lao Dao, but Lao Dao didn't answer him. What did he say?
He had to find the answer himself. Later, in panic and not knowing what to do, he chose to forget about it.
He had long been familiar with the knife style of chopping firewood, but what he didn't expect was that following the sound of the old knife, he instinctively raised the hatchet with both hands. And the black-robed shadow in front of him was a stick.
He has chopped larger and thicker wood among many, and as usual, Lao Dao will lift the wood and keep rolling it for him to chop. The black-robed shadow in front of him is not only moving but also rolling.
A thick piece of wood.
The little mute knew what he should do. He raised the hatchet over his head, took a slight half-step forward with his right leg, and his body became a taut long bow. When he
When he raised the hatchet, he found that the warm air under his abdomen suddenly rushed to all parts of his body, as if it had encountered some kind of stimulus. He suddenly felt a sense of relief coming over him.
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The airflow from his abdomen rushed towards his whole body, and he felt that the hatchet in his hand seemed to be connected with his body. He actually felt the hatchet let out a happy laugh. This discovery made him laugh happily.
He was doubly surprised that the hatchet could actually smile. He had never heard that a knife could laugh. He even felt a strong air flow coming from his arms, towards the hatchet in his hand.
Imbued and left.
The ferocious look on the old devil's face became more and more intense. His five-fingered claws landed just above the little mute's head. Unexpectedly, the knife in the little mute's hand also happened to be raised above his head. He saw the dark-painted firewood.
The knife was aimed at his five fingers, and a look of disdain suddenly appeared on his face. This young man obviously really regarded himself as some kind of peerless master, and he actually dared to hold a hatchet towards his five fingers. If that was the case
He was still a little wary of a rough middle-aged man, or someone else, but if he were this ordinary young man, he would grab the hatchet with all his fingers without restraint.
Little Stutter couldn't help but tremble all over. He didn't expect that the man in black robe, who frightened him so much, was not afraid of the hatchet in the little mute's hand, and even grabbed the hatchet with his hand. But he saw that the little mute had no hair.
He raised the hatchet without fear. He felt a surge of heroic spirit rippling in his chest. He raised the dead branch in his hand and swept it towards the feet of the man in black robe. However, he closed his eyes.
Scared but didn't flinch.
With a "squeak", a strange sound came from Little Stutter's ears, and then he heard a dull hum, and he also felt that the dead branches in his hands were swept away. That dull hum
After that, he found that he was not hurt at all, which surprised and delighted him. He hurriedly opened his eyes. When he looked, he found that the man in black robe had landed in his original position without knowing when.
And he also discovered that there was a blood stain on the right hand of the man in black robe, and a foul smell was permeating from the left palm of the man in black robe.
The shadow in black robe was shocked and angry. He did not expect that as soon as his five fingers touched the hatchet, a majestic energy burst out from the hatchet. He was originally full of confidence.
When he grasped it with all his strength, not to mention ordinary weapons, even the sharp blade of the magic weapon that cut iron as much as mud would break under his full grasp. But he did not expect that the hatchet would burst out from the body.
The energy he released was as powerful as breaking through the zhenqi that filled his five fingers, and then cut his palm open in one fell swoop.
There was a dull pain in the palm of his hand. Although he was not seriously injured, he did not expect that he would be injured in the hands of an ordinary mountain village boy. The ferocious light in his eyes was not concealed at all, and this moment made him feel
He was extremely angry. He had never suffered such humiliation before. He swayed and waved his sleeves, and a violent stench turned into a strong wind and a huge wave, rushing towards the two young men.
But the little mute followed his usual practice. When he saw the black-robed shadow rushing towards him again, he raised his hatchet and struck hard. The hatchet in his hand was slashing horizontally and vertically, one after another.
The shadow of the knife whirred and moved towards the shadow. At this time, he had no distracting thoughts. He only regarded the approaching shadow as a piece of wood that could turn. And he also felt that the air flow in his body was like a piece of wood.
The notes flowed freely throughout his meridians, giving him a feeling of comfort.
I saw the sword wind layer upon layer, and the ordinary young man remained motionless. No matter how the black-robed shadow came towards him, accompanied by bursts of fishy smell, the young man just concentrated on his body and mind, slashing and slashing with the hatchet in his hand.
Splitting vertically, his rotating wrists were extremely flexible. The little Stutter beside him was dumbfounded, and the little Stutter temporarily forgot all about fear. All he could see was the hatchet that was turning like flying.
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The black-robed shadow was even more aggrieved. He didn't understand why the young man was not affected by his own aura at all. When a general martial artist smells the corpse aura emanating from his body, he will inevitably be poisoned by corpse poison, but this young man is...
Nothing happened at all. No matter how he attacked, the opponent just raised his hatchet and struck hard, making a roaring sound, making him return without success.