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

"The Grand Master has to lower his head when he sees you, hahahaha, what an arrogant boy."

Huang Batian, holding the Slaying Blade, laughed loudly, "I haven't seen such an arrogant person for a long time. I like him, so...boy, I will give you a chance today, go to the underworld."

In the laughter.

The long sword in his hand.

A dragon roar like a ghost or a demon.

The sword is like thunder.

Come towards Xiao Ping'an.

Xiao Ping'an's eyes narrowed, as if they were black holes, deep and unfathomable.

He did not dodge.

As if he was stupid, he stood there, motionless.

"What's wrong with him?"

"I don't know."

"Did he know he couldn't beat Grandmaster Huang Batian, so he accepted his fate?"

"That's normal. This is the Slaying Blade, one of the ten most vicious weapons in ancient times. If Xiao Ping'an can beat Huang Batian holding the Slaying Blade, I'll go to the toilet and eat shit!!!"

"Really?"

"More real than gold!"

"..."

A group of Cui family members who were watching the show were talking about it.

When Huang Batian was about to arrive in front of him.

Xiao Ping'an moved.

Reached out his hand.

A blue flying knife shot out.

Huang Batian frowned, put his hand on the hilt, and swung it slightly, trying to sweep the flying knife away like before, but it didn't work this time.

He just raised the knife.

The flying knife had already been inserted into his chest.

Ah.

Why is this happening?

Huang Batian couldn't believe it.

"This should be the power of a saint. Xiao Ping'an injected the master's power of a saint into the flying knife."

Cui Tieji, who had a keen eye, solved his doubts for him: "Batian, you have to be careful."

"Don't you think it's too late to find out now?"

Xiao Ping'an sneered.

Three flying knives were shot out from his hand again.

One shot at the forehead.

One shot at the chest.

Another shot... shot at the man's third leg.

Shameless.

Feeling the urgency from three sensitive parts.

Huang Batian wanted to curse.

Everyone knows that men have a very fragile part that can't withstand a little damage. Even if he is a master, so what? He hasn't practiced the same skills as the Golden Bell Cover and Iron Cloth Shirt, and it is impossible to protect there.

Even if he has practiced it.

He also needs to shrink his penis into the abdomen.

He definitely doesn't have this ability.

After all, he is not Oboi.

So.

Huang Batian could only put the knife down.

Whoosh.

Xiao Li's flying knife hit the blade, sending out sparks.

Although it was difficult, the man's second life was finally saved... However, the other two places were not so lucky.

Puff, puff.

Two sounds of the knife entering the flesh were heard.

Huang Batian's forehead and chest were hit.

Blood dripped.

This was a flying knife with the power of a saint. Even though Huang Batian was a master and failed to take his life, it also made him extremely painful.

Two flying knives were embedded in his body.

Huang Batian's facial features were distorted.

He let out a painful roar.

Huang Batian released the protective Zhen Gang.

Suddenly.

A shadow of a black giant python more than ten meters long emerged.

This was his Zhen Gang Dharma image.

The ancient giant python.

"Boy, I want you dead."

Huang Batian roared.

At this moment, he still had flying knives stuck in his forehead and chest, and blood kept flowing out. His appearance was really scary, the kind that could scare children.

Holding the evil-slaying knife that emitted terrifying black flames.

Carrying the strong wind,

Huang Batian quickly approached Xiao Pingan. He was really angry and had already moved his murderous intention. No matter whether Xiao Pingan was behind his master or his father, he would die today.

In his eyes, there flashed a surge of murderous intent and anger.

Under one knife.

It was a shocking thing.

"You are anxious, you are anxious, hahaha."

Xiao Pingan laughed loudly, and his soul was exerted. The power of the saint covered his whole body. His speed suddenly increased by nearly one time, and the dragonfly three-fold water was used. In a short time, Huang Batian couldn't hit him.

Boom boom boom.

The evil-slaying sword slashed with force.

The ground exploded.

However, Xiao Ping'an's speed was too fast, and no sword could successfully cut him.

Damn Master.

I hate you.

Huang Batian hated him in his heart. If the master hadn't given Xiao Ping'an a saintly power, even if Xiao Ping'an was amazing, the gap between the two was there, a full three realms apart.

In addition, he had the magic weapon, the evil-slaying sword in his hand.

This kid would have died without a burial place long ago.

WhereLike now, it's like a cat catching a mouse. The poor cat can never catch the mouse.

"Die for me."

Huang Batian roared.

The protective true energy burst out with unprecedented power. The black giant python phantom exuded a strange black light, and a powerful momentum pressed on Xiao Pingan.

It was like a tidal wave.

It roared towards Xiao Pingan.

Under the pressure of this momentum.

This made Xiao Pingan's speed drop suddenly.

This is the power of the master's Dharma image to oppress the warriors of the lower realm.

It's like a gun bullying a knife.

It can be said that it's a bit shameless and unethical.

But after all, it's a battle between warriors. As long as they can kill each other, it's fine. What kind of martial ethics are there? It's not a ring competition with many rules.

Hum.

Seeing Xiao Pingan's speed finally slowed down.

Huang Batian sneered.

"Ghosts kill the world."

He poured all his true energy into the sword that cuts off evil. Suddenly, the sword emitted a fierce and terrifying blade light that was seven feet long.

"Go to hell."

With a sword in hand, the world is mine.

At this moment, Huang Batian seemed like a giant python with a body as big as a mountain.

There was a terrifying killing intent in his eyes that could cut off mountains and rivers.

Xiao Pingan, who was oppressed by his momentum, felt a threat of death.

All the hairs on his body stood up.

There was a feeling of being about to die.

Is this the power of a master?

He is worthy of being a master.

A master cannot be insulted.

It can be said that Huang Batian is more powerful than Feng Liu and Lei Tong. He actually gave Xiao Pingan a feeling of being invincible.

Is this the appearance of a master!

This sword is very scary.

It hasn't fallen on him yet.

Xiao Ping'an had already felt a sharp blade.

At this moment, his clothes were cut by the blade, and tiny wounds appeared on his skin.

Enduring the severe pain.

Xiao Ping'an chose to rush over.

Huang Batian was overjoyed: "You are looking for death."

"Xiao Li's flying knife never misses."

Xiao Ping'an said lightly.

Two flying knives were thrown out.

Huang Batian sneered, so close, you let go of the knife, it's ridiculous, raised the evil-slaying knife, and swung it hard. Suddenly, the two flying knives touched the black blade and burned. The flame was black, and in an instant, it turned into ashes.

That's it?

However, Huang Batian didn't wait for long to be proud.

Two flying knives that seemed to be real rushed to his eyes without slowing down.

How could there be flying knives?