Chapter 1320

This wisp of knife light is like a fairy flying outside the sky. It's obtained by chance.

No one knows when and how it appeared.

Then he saw that the sharp blade was about to cut off the throat of Yang Yi.

"Yang Yi, be careful!"

Yang Xi and Yang Hui suddenly burst into drinking.

With Yang Yi's eyesight, he naturally noticed the sudden knife light.

But what shocked him was.

When the knife came to the body, the surrounding space seemed to be sealed.

With his current cultivation, he can't get rid of it.

Not to mention dodging aside!

I can see that the spatula is about to cut the throat of Yang Yi.

Click.

Two fingers, born in the air.

Hold that wisp of knife awn with your hand.

Yangxu's face was gloomy and his fingers made a little effort:

Pop!

The knife awn between the fingers directly breaks.

His faint eyes looked at the lazy young man in white not far away:

"ZHUGE people?"

Zhuge Mu's eyes narrowed slightly, and the light flashed between his fingers.

Another Throwing Knife condensed into shape——

This throwing knife is actually condensed with his true strength.

The glittering and translucent Throwing Knife, like a butterfly carved with white jade, flipped flexibly in his hand.

A trace of murderous spirit filled the air.

There is a breathtaking and strange smell.

"Yang people?"

Zhuge Mu frowned slightly:

"Are you Yang Xu?"

No one spoke.

It was so quiet that the needle fell and there was a dead silence.

"It's me. Do you want to kill me?"

Yang Xu looked at Zhuge mu for a moment:

"You'd better hurry, or you won't have a chance."

Those who dare to touch themselves.

The boy doesn't want to live.

Especially noticed the Throwing Knife in the boy's hand.

Yang Xu was surprised by the mysterious blow before.

Although he can take the knife.

But Yang Yi, they obviously can't do it.

Brush!

Yang Xu waved it again and again, layer after layer of golden and black bell covers, with brilliant golden light.

They covered Yang Yi and Yang Hui.

Prevent Zhuge Mu's attack.

Zhuge Mu sneered:

"It's good for my subordinates."

His voice did not fall.

Poof.

The rising sun opposite suddenly exploded and disappeared like a burst of light smoke.

“！”

Zhuge Mu's pupils suddenly shrunk and hissed!

In the void behind him, a fierce wind came straight to his throat.

"Not good."

Ding!

Zhuge Mu waved fiercely, and the flying knife between his fingers collided with a cold different awn.

No danger.

Zhuge wood can't breathe a sigh of relief. Hiss!

There was a sharp wind cutting towards his throat again.

“！”

Zhuge Mu's pupil shrinks:

"How could it be so fast!"

He tried to focus his eyes and distinguish. At the critical moment:

Ding!

Another crisp sound.

Hoo.

Ten meters away from the other side, Yangxu's figure converges like light smoke.

Between his fingers, there was a blade solidified by a ray of golden light.

He stared at Zhuge Mu's throat:

"It's hard to feel locked in your throat."

Zhuge Mu's cold sweat is coming out.

You know.

In the past, he used throwing knives to threaten other people's lives.

Those who were finally cut by the throwing knife were all his enemies without exception.

But just now.

Zhuge Mu felt that he had wandered twice in front of the gate of death.

It's only a little short of him who has his throat cut!

I want to reach the ghostly speed of Yang Xu just now.

Zhuge Mu still has lingering fears:

"No! Never give him another chance!"

"He must die!"

When his mind moved, Zhuge Mu's momentum suddenly changed.

If he had just been a lazy childe who couldn't mention God.

Now.

He has become a ruthless killer who has experienced many battles and has reaped many lives.

His white face was cold.

In particular, a pair of eyes seem to be frozen by cold ice.

Buzzing, buzzing!

The flying knife in his hand vibrated and hummed.

It seems that death sobbed excitedly before reaping his life.

"Is he going to do it?"

"I wonder if Zhuge Mu's throwing knife can hurt Yang Xu?"

"I see hanging. Don't you see Yang Xu's amazing speed? It's almost ghostly!"

"ZHUGE Mu wants to hurt Yangxu. I'm afraid it's not that simple."

The people around were whispering.

At this time, we can see the gap between strength and prestige.

Zhuge mu, no matter how talented he is, is no more than his reputation when he was young.

Yang Xu's current position is hard fought one after another.

so that.

People compare Zhuge wood with Yangxu.

It's not whether he can kill Yangxu.

And just "can you hurt"!

No matter how powerful Zhuge Mu's throwing knife is.

In front of Yang Xu, it seems that they are not enough to see.

Listen to the voices around you.

Zhuge Mu's heart, an unknown fire.

Yiyin!

Throwing a knife in his hand, he let out an impatient roar:

Yin ang!

It suddenly shot at the rising sun.

On the way of flying shooting, there was a dragon howling sound.

Rolling killing machine, around the Throwing Knife, faintly turned into the illusion of a giant dragon.

The longan is angry, the mouth of the Dragon roars, and the scales of the Dragon flicker.

That wisp of knife awn condensed into the dragon's sharp and powerful claws, and grabbed and photographed it hard towards Yangxu's throat.

It was about to break Yangxu's throat.

Kill him with one move.

Right now.

Hoo.

Yangxu grabbed it out.

A seemingly careless catch seems to dispel a nasty fly.

However.

In Zhuge Mu's view, Yang Xu's hand contains a special rhythm.

This kind of rhythm locked the trajectory and breath of its Throwing Knife accurately.

“！”

Zhuge Mu's heart clicked.

With this blow, he understood:

The usual skill of throwing daggers can't take this man!

Sure enough.

Click.

Yangxu clamped the knife awn again with two fingers.

Yin ang~

The roaring and boiling dragon gave a sad roar.

It dissipated.

Snap!

With a slight force between his fingers, Zhuge Mu's throwing knife was pinched and exploded by Yang Xu.

"Come and don't be rude, look at the move!"

Yangxu whispered, buzzing!

The glittering and translucent sword in the center of the eyebrow is carved like a precious jade, as exquisite as a perfect work of art.

It spans tens of meters in an instant.

The blink of an eye has flashed in front of Zhuge mu.

It is Yang Xu's "spiritual sword" condensed with spiritual strength.

"No!"

Zhuge Mu's heart sank, and the flying knife between his fingers fiercely blocked the spirit sword.

However.

The spirit sword seemed to have a soul, but it escaped his throwing knife in an instant.

Poop!

Ah

Zhuge Mu uttered a scream.

Two fingers, together with a flying knife made of real force, fell to the ground.

See brush brush!

The glittering and translucent light turned into sharp thin lines and flashed over the broken finger.

The two fingers cut off by Zhuge wood were directly broken into meat sauce.