Clang!
Lovulf could no longer remember how many times he had collided violently with the opponent.
The man in front of him was the strongest man he had ever seen in his life!
What's more, the opponent's method of playing with a knife is countless times better than him.
Holding a weapon that was far inferior to the broken knife in his own hand, he fought against him for more than ten days, and the weapon was still intact!
But Luo Wufu has no intention of giving up, his fighting spirit is still extremely strong, and in his eyes... there is only this person. Kill him to complete the mission.
The devil's face was also extremely serious.
He is not arrogant, nor arrogant enough to think that he is the number one expert in the fairy world. But speaking of it, looking at the entire fairy world, there are really not many opponents who can fight him for so long. Unexpectedly, the old monk of the Luo family, who was so inconspicuous and had never even heard of his name before him, would be able to fight him for so long!
Generally speaking, battles between monks usually end very quickly. It may be the time of a stick of incense, or the time of a cup of tea. Even if it is long... usually it will not exceed an hour. Like this time, when World War I was fought for more than ten days, it was really too rare.
Even if the old monk in front of him relied on the cutting knife in his hand, even without the cutting knife, he would definitely be a formidable opponent.
"You are an opponent worthy of respect." The old monk slapped his name and said a word suddenly. And this was the first sentence that the old monk said after fighting the devil for more than ten days.
The Demon Lord was startled for a moment, then said, "You too."
"If... without this knife, I don't think I'm your opponent, and the battle might have ended long ago." The old monk said.
"It's meaningless to say that, weapons are also a kind of strength." Demon Lord said.
"Yes." The old monk sighed: "If possible, I don't want to kill you."
"Kill me?" Mo Jun raised his eyebrows, feeling a little funny: "We have been fighting for more than ten days, do you think you can really kill me?"
"Yes!" The old monk nodded affirmatively: "I still have a unique move... However, this unique move does not belong to me, but to this knife, so I don't want to use it."
"Warrior..." Luo Wucheng, who was watching the battle from a distance, said lightly, "You talk too much."
"Hey..." Luo Wufu sighed lightly, and then said softly, "I'm sorry."
While speaking, the cutting knife in his hand suddenly burst into a brilliant light, and with a bang, it emitted a shocking murderous intent.
This came down so suddenly that the people watching all around backed away in horror, to a more distant place, and then looked at Lovulf in horror.
The black clothes made of special materials on Demon Lord's body were instantly shot with dozens of holes by this murderous aura, and blood flowed out from the holes, instantly soaking a large area of the clothes!
Xiaodie in the distance suddenly exclaimed: "Husband!"
The Demon Lord swayed slightly, and exclaimed in shock: "What a murderous intent!"
"Cut!" At this moment, Luo Wufu's aura completely changed, like a god on high, holding the broken knife in his hand, and slashed down towards the demon king fiercely.
Slash the mountain with force!
There are no fancy moves, just such a simple blow.
But the face of the Demon Lord changed drastically in an instant, because at this moment, he felt a strong breath of death, which instantly enveloped him.
"No!" Xiaodie in the distance immediately wanted to rush over, but was held back by two female cultivators of the Alchemy School.
There was a crunching, crunching sound of bone cracking in the Demon Lord's body, and he was so oppressed by the murderous aura of the cutting knife that his bones shattered!
"No!" Xiaodie immediately burst into tears.
boom!
In the sky above the head, there was an even more dull bang, and a knife... turned into a long rainbow and flew directly towards it.
hum!
The cutting knife in Luo Wufu's hand suddenly burst into a strong buzzing sound, and then swished... It actually broke free from Luo Wufu's hand and flew directly into the sky. During this process, the knife handle cast by Lowuf fell off directly.
The Demon Lord felt that the breath of death surrounding him disappeared in an instant, and the pressure in his body also disappeared in an instant. Without any hesitation, he stabbed Lovulf in the chest.
As for Luo Wufu, the whole person stayed there, completely turning a blind eye to the sword of the Demon Lord, and seemed to have not heard the reminders from those family members in the distance, allowing the knife of the Demon Lord to stab him in the chest. He just looked at the sky stupidly, the broken knife that originally belonged to him collided with the knife that flew from nowhere.
There is no scene of sparks splashing, and the two sides directly merged together.
Luo Wufu suddenly seemed to understand something, his eyes burst out with endless expressions, and he muttered: "So it's like this..."
puff!
The tip of the knife in the Demon Lord's hand pierced Luo Wufu's chest.
The severe pain made Luo Wufu seem to wake up a little bit. He looked down at the knife resting on his chest, and then looked up at the Demon Lord: "Why...don't you kill me?"
The Demon Lord took a deep look at him, and then took another look at the knife in the sky. A faint smile suddenly appeared on his face that had been stern all the time: "No reason, I just don't want to kill you!"
While the Demon Lord was speaking, he waved his hand towards the knife in the sky.
A jaw-dropping scene happened, the knife fused with Luo Wufu's broken knife... actually flew straight towards the demon king.
Then he was grabbed by the Demon Lord.
"How is this going?"
"What happened? The broken knife...isn't it in the hands of Luo Wufu? Isn't it already brewing a killer move?"
"What happened to the knife that flew from the sky? It swallowed the broken knife in Luo Wufu's hand? Was it summoned by the devil? My God... am I dazzled?"
All this changed so fast that everyone around was dumbfounded.
Except the devil himself.
The Demon Lord put away his saber, stroked the blade, and said softly: "He can't come, so I let you come, right?"
hum!
The knife in the Demon Lord's hand hummed.
"Sacred Artifact!" Among the onlookers in the distance, someone's face changed drastically: "This is a real top-level artifact! This is not a psychic, this is a real spirit!"
And everyone in the Luo family's face became extremely pale. Their only reliance is Luo Wufu and the broken knife in his hand. To be precise, it was the broken knife.
Now the knife is gone!
How can we fight this battle
At this time, someone seemed to recognize it, and exclaimed: "The knife in the devil's hand seems to be Chu Mo's!"
hiss!
In all directions, an unknown number of people gasped at the same time, all of them were too shocked to speak.
"What is the relationship... between the devil and Chu Mo?" Someone couldn't help asking.
At this time, no one would believe that there was no relationship between the Demon Lord and Chu Mo.
The demon king glanced at the direction from which the voice came from, which was the group of neutral spectators, and he said lightly, "Chu Mo, he is my apprentice."
boom!
This sentence is shocking.
Afterwards, the Demon Lord directly passed Luo Wufu who was standing blankly in the void, and swooped in the direction of Luo's house.
There were not only the monks of the Luo family, but also those who had chased him desperately back then and still wanted to kill him now.
There was a cold light shining in the eyes of the Demon Lord: "Now, it's time for us to settle things!"