Gradually, beads of sweat appeared on the forehead of the black-robed old Zude. He tightened the knife in his hand and his throat moved.

"If you don't go down and take a look, what will happen if that kid really kills the black robe!"

Up in the air, Youlao suddenly turned his head and said something.

"Kill, just kill. Although the human race lacks masters, it depends on what kind of masters they are!"

King Zhenhai said indifferently, but finally added, it depends on whether he has that ability!

"He's going to take action!"

You Lao's expression became solemn, and he stared down without blinking.

"Whoosh!"

This is the voice in the hearts of everyone watching, but the reality is that there is no voice at all.

Lu Ziyu, who had been keeping his head down, suddenly raised his head. His face, which was rosy just now, turned three points pale, and his eyes became slightly dim.

Time went back a few breaths, and just before Lu Ziyu raised his head, a voice suddenly appeared in the hearts of the watching Wu Sheng. It was very strange that they did not hear any sound in their ears, but this voice suddenly appeared in their hearts.

sound.

"Well……!"

When the sound first appeared in the hearts of the audience, before they had any reaction, they heard a startled sound in their ears. The sound was very short, or it was just cut off as soon as it came out. This short sound

His voice was filled with disbelief and horror.

"How is it possible...!"

"Dead...dead!"

"What is that?"

When the people around saw the black-robed ancestor slowly falling, they couldn't believe it. That was a martial saint, a being in the same realm as them. But such a being didn't even take the opponent's sword, which felt a bit strange.

reality.

"What kind of knife is that?"

Cang Haihou's face was very solemn, and his eyes were a little frightened. He didn't even see clearly the sword strike just now.

"have no idea!"

Fan Hai Martial Saint shook his head, his expression was very solemn, and he hesitated before saying: "I heard that he had a very strong flying knife skill before Martial Saint, and I thought that after becoming Martial Saint, his power would not be that good.

I didn’t expect that it would become even more powerful!”

"More than powerful!"

Marquis Canghai stared blankly at the black-robed ancestor who had fallen into the sea, and said in his heart, "It's simply terrifying."

The body of the black-robed ancestor had no support from God. After standing on the sea for a few breaths, it fell into the sea and slowly sank to the bottom of the sea. No one went to salvage it, but just looked at the sea quietly.

The figure above.

Time went back again, and the huge sense of crisis made him use all his strength to defend himself. His heart was also frightened. He did not expect that the boy in front of him would give him such a big crisis.

His whole body seemed to be locked. Even if he wanted to attack first, he felt that he couldn't do it. He could feel that if he dared to move first, the opponent's attack would come immediately. It was better to defend in place.

Suddenly, the pressure on him relaxed, and the sense of crisis disappeared.

But before he could be happy, an unprecedented crisis hit him. He wanted to avoid his original position, but just as he thought, he seemed to see something out of the corner of his eye, and then nothing happened.

The two people who were chasing Lu Ziyu just now looked at each other, and both of them couldn't help but take a step back at the same time. There was already a faint sweat on their foreheads, and the waves on the sea surface they stepped on spread out in all directions, reflecting the

The two of them were in a very uneasy state of mind.

"What a terrible knife!"

The dozen or so Perfect Martial Saints in the sky were no longer as calm as before. They all stared at the situation on the sea with their eyes wide open. They could not calm down for a long time. After a while, King Zhenhai slowly spoke.

"But it's terrible!"

Youlao spat out a mouthful, with an inexplicable taste in his voice.

"This is a sword made by gathering energy and energy. It has gone beyond the rules. As long as the energy and energy are strong enough, no one can block such a sword!"

King Zhenhai looked at Lu Ziyu on the sea and thought for a while before speaking.

"It's still far from surpassing the rules, but if we can continue, it is possible!"

You Lao shook his head slightly and said.

"That's enough. With his current ability, if he strikes with all his strength, it won't be easy for you and me to follow him!"

King Zhenhai seemed to have thought of something, and the more he spoke, the happier he became: "According to his talent, it won't take long for him to reach perfection. By then...!"

He didn't say any more, but the people next to him seemed to understand, their eyes were filled with inexplicable light, and even You Lao had a smile on his face.

Youlao seemed to have thought of something good, his smile looked very kind, and his usual cold face was gone. After laughing for a while, he said: "Let's end it, there's no point in going on anymore!"

"Well, we have gained something this time. If we continue, there won't be any surprises. Don't let them get really hot again!"

King Zhenhai nodded and said something, and then he flew down.

"Good boy, this is the real domineering sword!"

Ba Dao clasped his hands on his chest, raised one hand and touched his chin, and said excitedly.

You Lao hesitated for a moment but then followed, and the other Perfect Martial Saints behind him also followed.

"Brother Lu, are you okay?"

The Sword Master led Lu Ao over and saw that Lu Ziyu had not moved for a while, so he asked.

"Well!"

Lu Ziyu seemed to be distracted. When he heard the voice of the Sword Master, he came back to his senses, forced a smile and said: "Senior!"

"Is your kid okay?"

The sword master saw his pale face and asked again.

"Thank you for your concern, senior. I'm fine, junior. It's just that the consumption is a bit heavy. Just rest and rest!"

Lu Ziyu shook his head. After he sent out the knife just now, he thought about some thoughts.

The knife just now used up 40% of his energy, which made him feel a little weak.

"It's okay!"

The sword master nodded, then his face changed, and he looked at Lu Ziyu with surprise: "Brother Lu, it's really amazing, your sword is an eye-opener, I didn't expect you to hide it

Such a move!"

Lu Ziyu smiled and said nothing. He also knew that after the knife was fired just now, he would no longer be able to hide in front of everyone, and he would not be as quiet as before.

"Senior, leave it to me!"

He went over and took the ancestor from the sword master.

Lu Ao's appearance has improved a lot, his breathing has stabilized, and the wound on his neck has recovered. Now, it's just that God was injured, and it may take some time to recover.
Chapter completed!