I can't hold on anymore, I was exposed by the Heavenly Dao Gold List

"What's the matter? Why don't they move?"

The people around looked at the dozen or so motionless people with doubts.

"Hehe! Maybe it was the lightning that disrupted their attacking pace?"

"You will really say, what does this have to do with lightning? When have we warriors been afraid of lightning?"

"That's what I said."

At this moment, more than a dozen people moved.

But it's not that they continue to attack, but
The knife in my hand fell off.

Head off.

The body below the neck also fell off!

bang bang bang bang
Thump thump.
A dozen people piled up on the ground.

hiss.
All the other Jianghu people gasped!
"All dead? Beheaded?"

The point is that no one saw how they died?

"Could it be that the lightning struck them to death just now?"

Everyone looked up at the sky.

But where are the dark clouds?
The sky was clear, not even a single cloud.

"This?"

Everyone froze for a moment.

They believe that their eyes will never be wrong.

It was indeed dark clouds, lightning and thunder just now!
Even if you encounter extreme weather, it is impossible to disappear so quickly, right?
wrong!

No no no!

The lightning just now seemed to come from the inside out.
Many people finally recalled why they had that very weird feeling just now.

It is precisely because the lightning strikes from inside the house!

But how could lightning strike from inside to outside?

"It's Dao Guang!"

Hua Youque stared at the scimitar tightly held in Fu Qiu's left hand.

She suddenly remembered a legend.

"On your knife is it written that Xiaolou listened to the spring rain all night?"

Fu Qiu nodded: "Not bad!"

"Huh? What?"

Hua Youque immediately backed up a few steps until his back hit the wall.

"It's a magic knife!"

"The magic knife has come out!"

She screamed in shock, lest the world would not hear her.

However, apart from the horror, there was surprise on his face.

Tears welled up in his eyes.

Weeping with joy!

Fu Qiu was not surprised.

The magic knife belongs to the Demon Cult, so it is impossible for them not to look for it.

As the maid of Princess Wushuang, how could Mrs. Han not know the power of the magic knife?
Perhaps one of the purposes of this Baimeilou is to find the magic knife!
"What is a magic knife?"

There is a tycoon in the rivers and lakes who did not think of the past 20 years ago.

Or they don't know what happened that year.

After all, people without certain status and status only see things around them, and have no time and channels to know more and bigger things.

"20 years ago, the weapon used by Princess Wushuang of the Demon Cult to kill all directions. It is said that as long as your body is strong enough, the magic knife will take you to a higher level, even the legendary [-]th level is possible!"

"What? There are such mysterious weapons? Are they real or fake?"

"Princess Wushuang is the best proof. What level of warrior was she then? After getting the magic knife, even the top three masters of the dynasty can't beat her!"

"Huh? Is it so magical?"

"Amazing? This is just the amazing side, and there is also the side that makes you lament. If you can't resist the demonic erosion in the magic knife, you will become a puppet of the magic knife. Not only will you lose your sanity, but you will also be exhausted in the end. and die!"

"Huh? So scary?"

"Then wouldn't that kid go crazy and kill people?"

"Probably!"

"Let's stay away!"

"."

The timid people retreated one after another, while the daring ones stood upstairs and watched.

"Big brothers, if anyone can help me snatch the magic knife, I will spend the whole night with him!"

Just as Fu Qiu expected, the magic knife was one of Hua Youque's tasks.

At the same time, she is also an ambitious woman.

As soon as Hua Youque's voice fell, the doors on the fourth and fifth floors opened seven or eight rooms.

These people are the best of the best.

On the fourth floor, there are five eighth-level warriors.

On the fifth floor, there are three ninth-level warriors.

"Lord Hua, you won't lie to us, will you?"

On the fifth floor, a white-haired old man with his hands behind his back looked down with a half-smile.

"Absolutely not, whoever gets the magic knife and delivers it to me in person, what I say will take effect immediately!"

Hua Youque also fought for the magic knife.

"Okay! Your Chuye old man has booked it!"

The old man suddenly became refreshed and jumped down from upstairs.

"Tsk tsk! Master Qi is always strong and strong, and this incident made him come out on top again!"

"That's right, Qi Ye is really getting younger the more he practices the yin-harvesting and yang-replenishing skills. If he can pick up Huayouque's extremely yin body, he will definitely be able to break through to the tenth level!"

"."

Hearing everyone muttering in low voices, the old man was very proud.

He is the seventh of the seven elders of the Hehuan Sect, known as the Seventh Lord, and he is also hired by the First Prince to worship.

It has a pivotal position in the imperial capital.

His Lieyang Kung Fu is even more powerful, and there are very few people who can beat him among the ninth-level fighters.

Qi Ye came to Fu Qiu and smiled coldly: "Boy, hand over the magic knife, and Qi Ye will spare you!"

Fu Qiu stood up from his seat.

The scimitar was raised and placed between the eyebrows.

He knew that he would meet warriors above level eight.

He even knew that he couldn't beat a level nine warrior.

But he still has to fight.

Only by constantly breaking through ourselves can we make progress.

He doesn't want to be controlled by the magic knife, so he can only make progress if he makes progress.

"Humph! Overestimating yourself!"

Qi Ye put his hands behind his back and didn't pay attention to Fu Chou at all.

He has heard of the legend of the magic knife, but it is a legend after all.

He didn't believe that a person controlled by the magic knife could jump more than ten levels to fight.

If Fu Chou was controlled, he would not be so stupid as to fight to the death.

"The old man asked you to cut three times. If you still can't hurt a hair of the old man after three times, then the old man will not be polite."

Without saying a word, Fu Qiu slowly drew out the scimitar.

Full Moon Scimitar!

The devil is lingering!

Looking around, the seven characters on the back of the knife seemed to be circulating, as if calling him.
Master Qi was stunned!
At this moment, the knife light flew up!
Qiye immediately came back to his senses.

In a hurry, Lieyang Gong suddenly made an automatic defensive response.

A fiery knife formed from flames blocked the scimitar.

puff!
The scimitar seemed to be cut into the magma, and was ejected by an invisible force!

This is the realm gap between the two themselves.

Using the strength of the rebound, Fu Qiu did a backflip and slashed at Qiye's stomach with the machete from bottom to top.

Qi Ye took his time and smiled coldly: "A knife is a good knife, but people are much worse!"

Said the flame knife lightly blocked.

The scimitar was bounced away again!
"It's the second cut, there's one more!"

Qi Ye turned the flame knife quite easily.

Fu Qiu did not continue to strike a third time.

He knows he has lost.

The gap is too big.

Ninth-level fighters are already the ceiling of combat power in the arena, and he cannot challenge them.

The only solution for now is to retreat!

Just leave!

The body suddenly hit the window.

At the same time, he swung a knife behind him.

Boom!
The window was shattered, and the figure landed in the courtyard, with its toes touching the ground, it flew out of the courtyard wall very quickly.

"Hmph! Keep the knife, and keep your life!"

A flame came after him, caught up with Fu Chou's figure in an instant, and cut him in the middle!