Ji Hao looked at the three flying knives that fell in the air with feverish eyes.
I was so excited that every hair on my body was twitching. Although there are three flying knives in front of him, there is no doubt that this is the art of sword control. At the end of the Dharma era in the previous life, the art of sword control was just a legend. Ji Hao searched through Taoist scriptures, Buddhist scriptures, and the classics of various schools, and all he could see were fragmentary records of scale claws.
The sword flies in the air, thousands of miles away in an instant, and kills people with the sword from thousands of miles away.
For a long time, Ji Hao was deeply fascinated by the legendary swordsman's grace. This was one of the main motivations for him to rack his brains and comprehend the Nine-Character Mantra Sutra.
But at that time, he couldn't even find a spiritual sword.
In front of him, three flying knives with radiant light and lingering aura were slashing at him.
With a hint of appreciation, Ji Hao even ignored for a moment that this was a battlefield of life and death. His body drew an arc lightly, narrowly avoiding three flying knives. He even pulled out a dagger from his waist. When the light of the knife passed over his body, the dagger made of fine steel lightly touched the light of the knife.
Silently, without even feeling any strength on his wrist, the dagger forged from fine steel was shattered into pieces by the light of the blade.
Just a flash of sword energy brought by the sword light swept across Ji Hao's hand, and the thick layer of flesh on the back of his hand was rolled to pieces by the sword energy, revealing the bones underneath that were as smooth as crystal. The armor refined by Abao emitted a clear light to resist the sword energy, but just after being hit by the orb, the armor's defense had obviously not recovered yet, and Ji Hao suffered a big loss immediately.
The back of his hand was dripping with blood. Ji Hao's eyesight went dark in pain. He hurriedly used secret techniques to forcefully seal the blood vessels near the wound to stop the wound from bleeding.
The three sword lights circled and then slashed towards Ji Hao. This time, Ji Hao didn't dare to take any more risks. He roared loudly and hurriedly used his flowing fire wings to rush towards the dense forest on the side.
The two young men behind had already caught up. When they saw the young man blocking Ji Hao's path in front of them, they both laughed in unison: "Elder brother, I didn't expect you to be so elegant?"
The senior brother waved the piccolo lightly in his hand, put it to his mouth and blew softly, and then laughed loudly and said: "Two junior brothers, the armor on this boy's body is a real treasure, and he has a great fate with me. The two junior brothers will not get along with each other." Brother Yu, will you fight for it?"
The faces of the two young men behind were ugly, as if they had been forced to eat three kilograms of cow dung, and their fair and pretty faces turned pitch black.
But when their eldest brother spoke, the two of them could only shake their heads reluctantly and laughed: "This thing is indeed destined to my eldest brother!"
The three of them laughed together, and the laughter was full of the cordiality of brothers and sisters. However, a flash of disdain quickly flashed in the eyes of the senior brother, and a trace of embarrassment and resentment quickly flashed in the eyes of the two junior brothers. This was small. The details are not enough.
The senior brother pointed his hand, and the three-handled sword light fiercely chased Ji Hao. Then he put the piccolo to the corner of his mouth and chuckled: "Then, it's up to the two junior brothers to block this baby for Brother Yu. At such a young age , this guy is really difficult to deal with."
The two young men laughed dryly, sped up with sullen faces, and pursued Ji Hao with all their strength.
Ji Hao ran forward and was about to rush into the dense forest. The two young men were still more than half a mile away from him, but the three sword lights were less than twenty feet away from Ji Hao. But Ji Hao was confident that he would be able to escape into the forest before the light of the sword caught up with him.
The dense forest in the Southern Wilderness, with its rugged terrain and trees, vines and thatch everywhere, was the geomantic treasure land where Ji Hao was hiding to save his life.
But the senior brother smiled quietly, pressed his fingers lightly on the piccolo made of green bamboo, and a melodious flute sound rose from the ground, like a breeze, spreading throughout a ten-mile radius in the violent storm.
Ji Hao felt his eyes go dark, and the Zifu Golden Pill began to spin crazily. The melodious and melodious sound of the flute turned into a death-threatening sound in his ears, like countless sharp knives piercing Ji Hao's soul.
What was even more terrifying was that countless grotesque evil spirits appeared out of thin air around Ji Hao, stretching out their bloody limbs in an attempt to catch Ji Hao. A strong cold air hit from all around, Ji Hao's body became stiff, and his internal organs were almost frozen.
An illusion, an illusion, it must be an illusion!
Ji Hao roared loudly, and the three nine-character mantras of 'fight', 'formation', and 'lie' came out of his mouth. All his mental power suddenly condensed, and a powerful aura that was as firm as a mountain and indestructible emerged from his body.
Opening his mouth, a large ball of Golden Crow breath spurted out, and the golden-red fire contained a trace of the ancient Golden Crow's supreme evil-destroying power, roaring and covering an area of dozens of feet in radius. All the evil spirits in the darkness screamed in unison and fled. Ji Hao's eyes suddenly lit up, and he saw that the forest was still dominated by storms.
The senior brother at the back let out a startled sound, and the piccolo in his hand cracked open a small gap.
"Little baby, you are looking for death!" The senior brother roared angrily, pointed his hand, and the three sword lights became three points faster. At the moment when Ji Hao was confused by the sound of the flute, he tore open twenty feet of void and slashed fiercely. On Ji Hao's back.
Ji Hao screamed in pain, and the clear light on his armor blocked the blade from cutting into Ji Hao's body. However, a small part of the three extremely sharp sword intentions contained in the sword light penetrated, like countless small knives piercing Ji Hao's body. Hao's internal organs.
Abdominal pain is like churning, and when I open my mouth, a stream of hot blood spurts out.
Three rays of sword light circled and quickly rushed into the sky. Then the sword light circled like a windmill and quickly strangled Ji Hao's neck.
Ji Hao's heart skipped a beat and he turned around. He and the three young men in white were exactly in a straight line.
Looking at the three of them angrily, Ji Hao laughed ferociously and took out the gold medal given by Manman that represented Manman's identity. It was also a gold medal with great lethality. Although it only has the power of one blow, the attack power of this gold medal definitely exceeds the level of a great witch.
The fire flashed, and a straight line of fire shot out. The three young men in white were exactly in a straight line. Ji Hao's hand was very steady, without any trembling. The red light accurately penetrated the heads of the three people and directly vaporized their heads.
The three sword lights were about to fall on Ji Hao's neck. As the senior brother's head suddenly vaporized, the sword lights suddenly froze in the air. The sword lights dissipated, revealing the shining bodies of the three flying knives.
Ji Hao laughed miserably, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, grabbed three extremely sharp crescent knives in his hands, and started playing with them fondly.
After pondering carefully for a while, Ji Hao used the power of his mind to circle the three-handled knives several times, and carefully imprinted his soul on a tiny rune at the core of the three-handled knives. He immediately felt that he had some strange connection with the three knives.
After smiling proudly, Ji Hao walked to the three headless corpses and searched out all the belongings on them one by one.
What Ji Hao was most proud of was that the senior brother actually had a palm-sized bag on his waist. The space inside was about half a foot long, wide and high, enough to accommodate a large amount of sundries.
After a cup of tea, Ji Hao, who was proud of the spring breeze, transformed into fire and escaped. The three corpses had completely turned into a wisp of fly ash.
Ji Hao didn't notice that in the mountain forest, a palm-sized black ape was staring at his retreating figure with three green eyes.
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