Chapter 696: Never give up or kneel!

"The outcome is still undecided, so don't talk too much about seniors!"
Silent Mo Che's eyes were filled with transcendent confidence.
Venerable White Tiger snorted, his pace suddenly rose quickly, his silent eyes condensed, and he noticed that the soles of his feet had sharp tiger claws, which directly penetrated the strong cloud boots, the tiger claws gripped the ground, and the ground shook.
boom!
Venerable White Tiger dragged his knife with one hand, and the ground was destroyed, forming an abyss and gorge out of thin air. The huge crack extended to where Thunder Kong was. When Lei Kong was watching the battle, he hurriedly said:
"This old Poppy!"
Then he flew up, stepped down piles of clouds, surrounded by thunder snakes, with rings and runes of various colors covering the whole body, and the large cloak was flying around. The body was long and thin, and it was somewhat like an immortal, but his complexion had a layer of strength. Being angry is obviously very dissatisfied with Lord Baihu.
Feeling the great earthquake, the silence is also the heart of the Tao, but he quickly regained his concentration. He clenched the handle of the knife with both hands, his eyes condensed with deep heat, but there was a slight chill on his handsome face.
The white tiger's robes flew, his left hand became palm, his right hand dragged the knife, tiger claws trampled the ground, and rushed all the way, wherever he passed, there must be a tiger shadow with him, the roar of the beasts was endless, and the momentum was great. Inferior to thousands of troops and horses crossing the Yellow River, full of domineering spirit.
The feeling of being crushed by the silent sensation, his expression condensed, the corners of his mouth fell into a Shen Yi arc, but his eyes grew hotter.
Suddenly he felt the knife in his hand become heavier and heavier, subconsciously grasping it tighter, sweat dripped from the palm of his hand, and he didn't even notice it.
The same knife, in the hands of Lord Baihu, waved it, but it was like a hand, and it was easy and free!
"Huh!"
The Lord White Tiger screamed and shouted, and the roar of the beasts, like a flood, dissipated. Between the sky and the earth, there was only this fierce tiger roar, the ten mountains reverberated, and thousands of frontiers thundered.
I saw that the knife in the hands of Lord White Tiger was already swung like a waterfall, and a knife burst out suddenly, as if the Milky Way leaked to the ground, and the stars flew!
At that moment, the silence seemed to see the Taishan collapse before, the backflow of the Yangtze River, the passing of millions of mad dragons, the sea and the sky were stained with blood, the sun and the moon were sad!
A majestic white tiger, swiftly stepping on the territory, smashing the territory, gathering the power of the mountains and the claws, holding the eternal setting sun above the world, in the end, his mouth widened, revealing the sharpness that can crush everything Saber tooth.
Silent calmed down, and when I looked again, there was neither a white tiger nor mountains or rivers in front of me. There was only a light of shocking swords, with a move that shattered his will of the sword and broke out of prison!
"Good job!"
Silent eyes flickered, holding the knife in both hands, the hilt of the knife leaning against his waist, he did not swish, nor did he chop, but the tip of the knife moved forward, level with the cold star in the handsome eyes.
"thorn!"
When the light from the sky blasted towards the face, the silent leaps forward several feet away, and the nine-foot long knife in his hand pierced straight out, just as the black-backed and white-bellied fat fish in the river crossed the bank of the weeping willow when the spring was warm in Jiangnan. The thin gap, a leap into the air, is stunning and beautiful.
Sa!
Puff!
A thin beam of cold light cut through the air, like a silver belt, like a wicker, plunged straight into the mighty, vast river of swords, the lord White Tiger's eyes stiffened, and then he gave a deep smile, looking at the sword that had been bullied near. In front of him, the silence within five feet of each other suddenly aroused interest.
The same sword, the Lord White Tiger wielded it, swallowing thousands of miles like a tiger, the sword is as heavy as Mount Tai, and as mighty as the Yangtze River!
Silence knows that he can't be the enemy, so he took a different path, borrowing the long and narrow shape of a long knife, to go through the posture of the fish and the willow, the sword is as brisk and swift as a gliding shadow!
boom!
The silent sharp sword aura rushed towards the heart of the Lord White Tiger, a crisp sound suddenly sounded, and a thin layer of armor that was crystal clear like ice showed cracks, and then it shattered on the spot.
The word "king" on the front of the Lord White Tiger's forehead was as thick as ink. He tidied his robe slowly, and a layer of black jade-like armor reunited on his chest and ribs. Although his voice was cold, he did not hide his silence. The meaning of appreciation:
"Young people have some good luck! It's a piece of material for knife training!"
"It's just that you underestimated the deity too much! This deity looks like a rough and domineering sword, pushing everything horizontally, but in fact it hides a triple change!"
I saw that the mighty river of blades did not collapse because of the silent thrusts, but moved like a wall, razed to the ground wherever it passed, this knife has the power to crush everything.
"Ah!"
With a clear whistle in silence, he turned his wrist sharply, and stabbed the long knife obliquely. A sudden sound of pyridine was heard. Silence was surprised to find that the river of knives had turned into a wall of knives. With the force of "piercing the fish through the willows", it was no longer possible. Pass through.
‘It’s amazing! One sword and three styles, the first style is the river of swords, the second style is the knife wall, what is the last style? ’
Silent used the tip of the knife to test the wall of the knife, seeking a way to break the game. Who knows, the tip of the knife touched the wall of the knife, and a wisp of blue smoke was wiped out, and sparks flew!
"So dangerous!"
The tip of the knife was broken!
The silent heart was suddenly shocked. This second style is probably not just a simple wall of swords. In this wall of swords, there are thousands of swords advancing together. The mountains, rocks, grass, trees, gold and iron swords are broken when touched. Very dangerous.
Although he kept his composure on the face forcibly, the silent feeling knew that he couldn't go head-on anymore and had to withdraw in a hurry.
"Just take a step back and you will lose!"
A vigorous voice fell from the sky, alarming Silent Daoxin like thunder, and looking back in silence eagerly behind him, it was a cliff with a bottomless abyss.
If you take a step back, silence will fall into the abyss, and the battle will be defeated!
The silence was forced by the knife wall to retreat steadily, and it was difficult to look after the head. If it were not for the timely reminder of the voice from the sky, he had already made a mistake and hated it.
"Thank you Elder Lei Kong for your reminder!"
Silence gave a fist to Lei Kong, who stood proudly in the air, to show his gratitude.
"Kneel and confess at this time, I may spare you my life!
Venerable Baihu also kept his word. He didn't move his hand again after taking a knife. He followed the knife wall to the edge of the cliff. At this time, he stopped, and the monstrous knife wall stayed three steps away in front of Shen Mo and did not continue to advance.
The dark, dark and bright tiger eyes cast a deep silent look, and a rare smile appeared on Bai Xiaolin's face:
"It's no good for you to go your own way! Put down the broken sword, kneel down, and break your right arm. I will save you my life!"
In the voice, the arrogance and domineering are all manifested. Between the chat and laugh, the wind knives and snow blades burst out from the knife wall, scratching the silent handsome face and arms, and the golden blood splashed like a shadow of a flower. Scar cut off the silent half of his eyebrows, frowned slightly with the pain of silence, and a fierce air was added to Yingxiu's face.
"Kneel down!"
Lord White Tiger's only patience has been exhausted, offending the supreme, the following offense, the broken arm is regarded as great compassion.
But there was no word of asking for mercy in silence, instead, he was arrogant and hard, and the Lord White Tiger had a murderous heart.
The overlord's air was crushed, and the two words "kneel down" seemed to contain the supreme mighty power, and the silent shoulders suddenly fell down like a thousand mountains. He hurriedly supported his body with a long sword before he barely stood up.
"Kneel! Down!"
Bai Xiaolin took two steps forward, the sword wall advanced, and the kingly energy was completely released, but it stopped abruptly, and did not force the silence down the cliff.
Puff!
The blade had no ground, and he knelt down in silence, holding the hilt with both hands, breathing heavily.
There were blood stains in his eyes, corners of his mouth, and waist and arms. At this moment, he felt an unprecedented pressure, and the blood-stained face was deeply tired, and his eyelids were also extremely heavy.
The blood dripped to the ground, silent but forcibly supported, not completely kneeling, let alone falling.
"Abandon the knife, kneel down, and break my arm!"
The Lord White Tiger is like a beast, swallowing thousands of miles of mountains and rivers with anger. At this moment, his tone is surprisingly calm and indifferent. He coldly glanced at the kneeling youth on the ground and issued an ultimatum.
He lowered his head in silence, coughing out a few mouthfuls of blood when panting, turning a deaf ear to the words of Lord White Tiger.
"Don't give up, don't kneel!"
Silent raised his head and glanced at it, as if ignoring the knife wall, staring coldly at the arrogant Lord White Tiger.