Learn a magical skill every year, and start with Xiao Li Fei Dao

At this time, a man in black had already landed in front of him like an eagle.

He raised his sharp long sword.

He swung it towards Xiao Ping'an, the sword light was dazzling, carrying a sharp wind sound, shocking and extremely ferocious.

However, before he could get close to Xiao Ping'an.

A blue flying knife shot out like lightning.

It hit the forehead of the man in black.

This warrior in the early stage of the eighth rank let out a miserable howl.

He fell to the ground.

Blood was pouring out.

A blood hole appeared on his forehead, and blood gushed out like a gushing spring.

He couldn't die any more.

"Third brother."

One of the men in black was furious. This was his biological brother. He raised his sharp long sword and rushed towards Xiao Ping'an.

When he got close to Xiao Ping'an.

Just when he was about to chop off his head.

A flying knife shot out from nowhere.

As fast as the wind.

As fast as lightning.

However, this eighth-grade warrior is not simple. He is an eighth-grade perfect master, much more powerful than the few who died before. It seems that he sensed the danger. He turned his head suddenly and narrowly avoided the flying knife.

The flying knife passed by his cheek.

Swish, a bloody wound appeared.

A long blood mark was left on the left cheek.

Although he was disfigured, in this world, men don’t care so much about appearance.

After all, here, being handsome or rich... is not an advantage. You have to have strength.

Otherwise.

No matter how handsome you are like Fanfan, Lu Han, and Yixing.

You are just a plaything of the big guys.

The two people had a fierce duel on the ground.

One step.

Flying into the sky.

Xiao Pingan looked at the black-clothed man in front of him who was slashing like thunder and lightning, and a look of pity flashed in his eyes.

If he hadn't been seriously injured.

The knife just now could have taken his life.

I know.

A bitter smile appeared on Xiao Ping'an's lips. Is it so difficult for him to deal with an eighth-grade warrior now that he is so weak?

This eighth-grade warrior has reached the state of perfection.

He is only one step away from entering the ninth-grade master realm.

So, he is not so easy to deal with.

His knife is very fast.

"Full Moon Slash."

He roared.

The long knife in his hand seemed to be alive.

A half-moon-shaped knife light condensed out.

The knife energy was more than one meter long.

It slashed towards Xiao Ping'an.

It can be predicted that if this knife is cut, Xiao Ping'an will be cut in half.

It seems that he has sensed the terrifying power of this knife.

Xiao Pingan did not take the blow head-on, but chose to dodge it. He turned his body and shot towards the distance like a roc.

"You want to run? No way."

The eighth-grade perfect warrior sneered.

With a roll of the long sword,

a sword energy like a wave swept away.

He wanted to go to Xiao Pingan in mid-air.

But when he was about to get close to Xiao Pingan.

Xiao Pingan suddenly turned around.

Then, he avoided his sword light and smiled at him evilly.

What was he smiling at?

The man in black was puzzled, and at this moment, a cold light flew towards him.

The man in black's eyes suddenly widened.

It was a flying knife.

The blue flying knife was very spectacular and beautiful.

It was like a meteor.

But, it was a flying knife of death.

He had already seen the horror of Xiao Pingan's Xiao Li flying knife.

He knew what this meant, and fear appeared on his face.

Without any hesitation, he used all the true energy in his body to increase his speed to the highest level.

He used all his strength to perform Qinggong.

He wanted to stay away from the attack range of this fatal flying knife.

You are kidding, even the Grandmaster died under Xiao Ping'an's Xiao Li Feidao, needless to say, he is a little Karami who has not even reached the Grandmaster level.

Damn Cui Zhongcheng, didn't he say that Xiao Ping'an was seriously injured and was about to die?

How can he still be so fierce?

The man in black cursed in his heart.

Without hesitation.

He took a step and ran away at full speed.

Hey, why haven't I been stabbed yet?

After running for a while.

This Cui family master who was perfect in the eighth rank couldn't help but murmur.

Out of curiosity.

He couldn't help but look back.

Damn.

That flying knife, like a dog-skin plaster, followed him like a ghost. Damn, this damn flying knife can even turn, right? Is it really so perverted?

This eighth-grade perfect warrior cursed in his heart. Even if he forcibly increased his strength and hurt his origin, he had to increase his speed., just to avoid this miraculous knife.

If it was a normal moment.

This black-clothed man with the eighth-grade perfection would have been pierced through the throat by Xiao Ping'an's knife.

How could he be like now, jumping around like a monkey.

Humph, don't you want my life? Okay, I'll give it to you. If he gets away, Xiao Ping'an swears that his name must be written upside down.

Bang

With a step, Xiao Ping'an turned into a puff of green smoke like a sharp arrow, closely following the black-clothed man. When the distance reached a certain degree, he didn't hesitate any more, and a three-inch knife as thin as a cicada's wing slipped from his sleeve to between his two fingers.

Facing the fleeing figure in front.

He threw it out directly.

Swish.

The blue flying knife, with a brilliant stream of light.

The flying knife is absolutely beautiful.

Just like a meteor in the sky.

However, this romantic light is not just beautiful and charming, but a flying knife with a strong breath of death.

It can kill people.

Everyone saw it.

It seems that there is only this knife left between heaven and earth.

No one can describe the style of this knife.

However, no one wants to experience this knife.

Looking at this knife, it went towards the man in black.

Everyone couldn't help but have a thought: Fortunately, the target of this flying knife is not me.

Blue flying knife.

As fast as lightning.

As fast as chasing wind, tearing the air, making a rustling sound, and the surrounding space became distorted.

A knife, pierced the back of the man in black.

Puff.

A sound of a sharp weapon entering the body came over.

"Ah."

The man in black who was running at full speed in front let out a shrill scream that could scare children.

A sharp force shot out from his back and hit his chest. With a bang, his chest exploded like a flower blooming. Pieces of blood mixed with flesh fell down.

With a bang.

The tall body of the man in black fell from midair.

A cloud of dust splashed.

Among the more than ten eighth-grade warriors, the strongest one died. When the man in black died, his blood splashed on other companions.

Damn.

The remaining eighth-grade warriors.

They were so scared.

For a moment, they forgot to continue attacking Xiao Pingan.

Cui Zhongcheng, Lei Tong, and Huang Batian were all dumbfounded.

They looked unbelievable.

Why could Xiao Pingan, who only had one breath left, kill an eighth-grade perfect warrior after drinking?

This is not in line with common sense.

When everyone was stunned and speechless,

Taking advantage of the distraction of the remaining eight-rank masters, more than ten flying knives flew out at the same time. Suddenly, all the eight-rank warriors surrounding Xiao Pingan were pierced through the throat by a knife. At this point, there was no one around Xiao Pingan who could stop him.