Transmigrating With a Cleaver Chapter 53: The name of the knife does not return

The middle-aged man ran straight into the kitchen knife without avoiding or dodging.

Qin Luo turned pale with shock, because he didn't feel the force feedback when the blade hit the opponent, but lightened his hand, and the kitchen knife was snatched away.

Qin Luo looked back, and there was only an empty stone platform behind him, where was there any trace?

"Good knife!" A middle-aged man's voice suddenly came from above his head.

Qin Luo looked up, and at some point the other party had already stood on the grid of the giant stone sword, and was sizing up the Xuanyuan kitchen knife carefully.

"Recall!" Qin Luo roared.

The kitchen knife trembled violently in the middle-aged man's hand, directly shaking his clenched hands away, and then flew towards the owner at high speed.

The little orange cat climbed up the sword body, Qin Luo didn't dare to drag it any further, and directly pressed its berserk skill.

To deal with this weird person, berserk should be more useful than being cute, right?

A dazzling white light suddenly lit up on Fei Lang's body, almost making Qin Luo's eyes cramp.

"Aww~!"

The white light flashed and disappeared, and a majestic white giant tiger with no hair on its body was crouching in front of Qin Luo. There was actually a set of saddles on the giant tiger's back.

The movement of this skill is big enough, and the appearance is quite good, but what the **** is this set of saddlery? Does it have anything to do with the word violent?

Qin Luo, who was completely confused, quickly checked the skill bar. Except for two extra skills, all other skills turned dark gray.

As for the two new skills that can be used, one is riding, and the other is transforming cat behavior...

Qin Luo immediately burst into tears, which **** named this skill, can you be more professional?

You actually named a skill that transforms into a mount state called Berserk, what does it mean?

Fortunately, the middle-aged man did not launch an attack at this time, he just stood on the hilt of his sword and looked curiously at Fat Lang who had turned into a white tiger.

Qin Luo held the kitchen knife tightly and stood in place. At this moment, he couldn't guess the middle-aged man's mind at all.

Actually, Qin Luo also knew that the other party had no intention of hurting others, otherwise, he and Fei Lang would have burped a long time ago, so there would be no chance to play transformation here...

Just when the weather was calm between the two, the giant stone sword under the middle-aged man's feet suddenly let out a dragon roar, and then even drove all the long swords in the cave to shake violently.

Qin Luo clearly felt that there was a breeze in the confined space that was originally like a pool of stagnant water!

"Boy, if you don't want to die, hurry up." The middle-aged man shouted violently, "Jian Gang is coming soon."

"Sword Gang?!" Qin Luo recalled Wen Changyu's words, and knew that the most terrifying existence in Jianzhong was about to appear!

He hurriedly ran to the side of the stone sword and looked up, the smooth sword body more than 20 meters high directly persuaded him to retreat.

"Fuck, labor and capital are not geckos, how can they climb up?"

The surrounding movement became louder and louder, and some long swords stuck on the bluestone had already started to rise into the air, slowly gathering together in the air.

When Qin Luo was in a state of desperation, a fluffy object hit the back of his buttocks. He looked back, and it turned out to be the white tiger fat wave after transformation.

"Yeah, why did I forget you!"

I can't go up by myself, but Feilang has no pressure!

Qin Luo quickly turned over and rode up, and the white tiger jumped onto the sword grid with a light vertical leap.

Thousands of long swords swirled and danced in the air like dense schools of fish in the sea, and the sword gangs they brought cut off countless debris from the rocks on the cave wall.

This steel tornado turned faster and faster in the air, and more and more sword gangs shot out in all directions, and some of them even hit the blade of Shi Jian.

Qin Luo hid behind Fei Lang and shivered. He took the time to look at his feet. Countless swords and gangs shuttled among the bluestones like a river that never stops flowing.

No wonder not even a mouse can be seen in this sword mound. If he was still staying below, there would probably be no scum left.

The middle-aged man was standing at the front of the sword frame leisurely, and at some point in his hand, there was a rusty long knife.

This knife has a sharp front and a slanted back, with a thin blade and a thick back. It looks a bit like the Song knife in TV dramas. Although it doesn't look very good, when it is held in the hands of a middle-aged man, a fierce and murderous aura that has never been seen before is born!

There was an ear-piercing whistling sound in the air, and shadowy and invisible sword gangs flew towards the middle-aged man overwhelmingly.

I saw him put one hand behind his waist, and with the other hand, he swung the long knife to chop the sword gangs one by one. The sword gang became more and more dense, and the long knife was swung faster and faster, until finally it directly turned into a light curtain, and no sword gang could go one step further.

Qin Luo could only hear the tinkling sound of gold and iron coming from the front, and the sword gangs pouring down like a rainstorm were all blocked by the long knife.

The most astonishing thing is that when this middle-aged man was swaying his superb saber technique, he even took off the wine gourd on his waist and poured it vigorously, without even looking at the densely packed sword gangs in front of him.

In addition to admiring the courage of the other party, Qin Luo can only secretly pray in his heart that this uncle will never die, or he will die an ugly death...

Jian Gang lasted for five or six minutes before stopping. Qin Luo, who was terrified, looked up and saw that tens of thousands of long swords in the air had gathered into a giant sword, pointing at the middle-aged man and Qin Luo from afar. lo.

"Fuck, this looks like a bigger move, right?" Qin Luo swallowed hard.

The middle-aged man also put away the look of contempt on his face, and hung the wine gourd back on his waist.

The giant sword began to slowly fly towards this side, and Qin Luo felt a majestic and monstrous sword intent pressing towards him.

Every meter the giant sword advances, the sword will become stronger!

The corners of the middle-aged man's clothes were blowing, he squinted his eyes slightly, and a long knife was trembling slightly~IndoMTL.com~ The giant sword began to speed up, and the sword intent became more and more fierce . Qin Luo, who was nervously watching the battle, suddenly felt itchy on his face. He stretched out his hand to grab it, and it turned out to be a few clumps of hair cut off by the sword intent!

At the moment when he was stunned, the giant sword increased its speed to the extreme, and the overwhelming sword intent made Baihu almost unsteady.

As for Qin Luo, who was holding on to the two pinches of tiger fur tightly, he was even more unbearable, almost unable to open his eyes.

The giant sword had already been within twenty meters, and the middle-aged man suddenly snorted heavily, and Qin Luo suddenly found that the monstrous sword intent on his body had weakened a bit!

He immediately opened his eyes to the maximum, for fear of missing the battle between the middle-aged man and the giant sword.

When the giant sword was less than two meters away from the middle-aged man, the middle-aged man suddenly shouted loudly, and he moved!

Without any earth-shattering grandeur, the long knife slashed at the giant sword in a nonchalant manner.

It looked very slow, but it came first, and it fell on the sword in an instant.

When the sword reaches, the sword shatters!

The moment the blade touched the giant sword, the powerful sword intent that originally filled the entire cave collapsed and disappeared without a trace in an instant.

Qin Luo was so shocked by this knife that it took him a long time to say something: "This, what kind of knife technique is this?"

"This is my own knife technique, Hu Yidao." The middle-aged man said slowly, "No return..."

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