A violent wind suddenly appeared in the streets and alleys, but the corpses of flies scattered on the ground were still in place, and the coarse cloth hanging in front of the butcher shop was still hanging securely.

The drunkard didn't know where he went. In the whole alley, there were only the flesh knife cut by the butcher. The sword force was gone and the wind came from the knife.

The chopping board suddenly broke, and the moss-covered blue bricks in front of the butcher shop cracked, and a very deep crack appeared. The crack was black and deep, like an abyss leading to hell.

As soon as the sword is released, the sharpness is dissipated, it will cause such a might. How terrifying should the flesh knife that gathers the butcher's sword to slash out the power? Even if Yan Se's jing-shaped characters move, Liu Bai's sword with the power of the Apocalypse will be difficult to cause such a might.

Ye Qi held the sword hilt of Jian Twelve with his right hand, and still slid down the clear sword body through the pitch-black scabbard. Then he held the sword and stabbed the flesh knife like a faint charm.

A sharp whistle sound came between the swords and swords, and then a "boom" sounded, and the entire town collapsed.

There was no dust everywhere in the sky, nor was there any riots between the collisions of vital energy, because the two swords were still together, and the dust could only be safely spread between the ruins, and vital energy could only crawl under the sword.

...

The butcher's knife is very powerful because the flesh knife in his hand is very heavy, like a hill. During the long years of his life, he held the knife and cut it out many times every day. The butcher was able to survive from the last eternal night and escape from Haotian for countless years. In terms of cultivation talent, he must be the best qualified people in the world in history.

A genius of cultivation held a knife and slashed thousands of times a day. Tens of thousands of years have passed. One day, he wanted to kill someone and then slash. Such a knife is undoubtedly the most terrifying knife in the world. Even if the master in the South China Sea dared not take it head-on when facing this knife.

Under Haotian, only Ke Haoran, who broke into the Kingdom of God decades ago, was able to take it forward. The problem is that this sword was caught by the Twelve Academy, who had only been practicing for fourteen years.

Outside the town, the drunkard was drinking and watching. The academy disciple came to the town and met the butcher. He did not need to participate in the battle at this time.

However, when he saw the butcher's sword, his drinking movements became much more frequent.

...

The swords and swords are still together, so it is not the only thing that has been destroyed under the swords. A hill outside the town has been twisted into several pieces by inexplicable force, and a hard white bamboo forest has been crushed into gray powder...

The butcher stared at Ye Qi tightly, and a ferocious and terrifying blood appeared in his eyes. He put away his knife, held the knife in both hands, and said, "Those who destroy our eternal life should die, even if you are Haotian."

Ye Qi withdrew the sword, but did not hold the sword again, inserted the sword to the ground, lifted the lid of the formation plate, and said, "Zhuai always likes to brag. If I were Haotian at this time, you would definitely squat in the corner with your head in your arms and cry, instead of pulling your sword."

The butcher's hair and beard danced, shouted violently, and then slashed at Ye Qi!

This sword was even more terrifying than the previous one. The sword was heavy and the sword force was also heavy. The butcher slashed with the sword in both hands. But the sword intention was the first, and the thick ground of the town suddenly collapsed, forming a large pit dozens of feet deep.

Ye Qi did not collapse with the ground, and Jian Twelve steadily inserted into the land in front of him. Since he could beat the butcher with one foot, he would naturally be unable to be broken by the butcher's second sword.

The world was suddenly bright, and fine sand was like flying snow floating on the hot sea, instantly flying out of the array plate, and the solemn and cold sword intent locked on the butcher knife.

In a blink of an eye, thousands of swords came out together!

The area where the town is located is as if it is independent of the Haotian world, only swords and snow-like sand are left.

The meat knife is very thick, and the body is covered with oil. It comes out of the sharp blade and is stained with the blood stained when I just chopped the meat. It is no different from any meat knife.

However, when the knife is slashed down, you can see the space deformed under the blade, and you can hear the sound of a rustling force being torn apart.

The butcher shouted again, and the sword in his hand seemed to fall thousands of miles. The thousands of sword energy that could withstand the attack of the Guangming Haotian Divine Light of the Five Realms was cut open.

The sword intent was not cut off, so after breaking through the sword energy, it slashed onto the endless fine sand.

...

The fine sand is the foundation of the formation, but it is also a sword. After the sand is broken, it is still sand.

Just like the large formations between the Ming Lake, which were broken by Ke Haoran's sword, decades later, the formations can still linger between heaven and earth. The stones formed into the formations were cut open by Haoran's sword energy, but the stones are still stones, and they can still calmly reveal their clear edges and corners to the heaven and earth.

The butcher's knife stopped deep in the sand, because beside him, the sword energy was resurrected, and he thought of the dream of the drunkard, and he died of the flesh and blood by thousands of swords.

He had to stop and face the sword energy.

"A timid person can indeed live longer, but he will be abandoned by the world. My favorite thing is to kill people with swords. Although Wei Guangming said that my formation is a sword, the formation is a formation after all. When I fought with Wei Guangming that day, I did not fully show it."

When Ye Qi was talking, the butcher had already made another knife, and the ending did not change much. After shattering the sword energy, he cut off a lot of fine sand, and he was once again surrounded by countless sword energy.

"I have to admit that although the drunkard had a premonition and we were ready to look down on you, how many times can this array control me? How many times can it block me?" The butcher waved his knife, and his voice was as loud as a god chanting the divine text and said.

Ye Qi held the sword twelve on the ground in his hand and said, "How long will it be enough to kill the drunkard."

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The drunkard spitted out the wine in his mouth, looked at Ye Qi who appeared in front of him, and said, "I'm not easy to kill."

Ye Qi asked disdainfully: "Are you afraid?"

The drunkard said, "After living for so many years, I have many people who are afraid, but you have not grown to the point where I am afraid. I am just reminding you that I am very fast and can kill many people very quickly.

If I accidentally arrive at a county in Tang State and accidentally spit out a mouthful of water, how many people can drown? What if I go outside Chang'an City to breathe, how many scholars will die? What if I go to Taoshan and accidentally kill the Grand Secretary of the Judgment Department, are you afraid?"

Ye Qi said: "First of all, you dare not go to Chang'an City, nor to go to Xiling Temple. Besides, why am I afraid of you killing people? How many people you drowned in one mouthful and how many scholars you blew to death in one breath? What does it have to do with me?"

The drunkard looked a little surprised. He looked at Ye Qi's expression and found that he really didn't care how he killed people or how many people he went to kill.
Chapter completed!