With curiosity in his eyes, Li Tian glanced at the Shura corpse that was cut in half not far away.

"no!"

Shaking his head slightly, Old Liu looked at Li Tian, ​​with a hint of appreciation in his eyes and said with a smile: "But we all come from there."

"oh!"

A clear look flashed in his eyes, and Li Tian spoke again: "Old Liu knows that boy?"

"he?"

His face changed slightly, and Old Liu's eyes emitted a shiny light. He looked at Li Tian's face, as if he wanted to see something from Li Tian's face.

Seeing this, Li Tian's expression remained unchanged. He reached out and took out a black knife from his arms, which was only about an inch. The body was made of ordinary iron, with black light flashing, and an inexplicable cold air lingered on it. It seemed that the roar of gods and demons was vaguely heard.

There is an obscure energy that gathers and never disperses, making the flying knife strong, as if it were divine gold, invincible.

"Why!"

Seeing this, Old Liu sighed softly, then reached out to touch his arms, and soon took out a knife, just like the one in Li Tian's hand.

However, the forced aura was even more intense. A white aura lingered on the blade, like a white mist, and seemed to be a silver sea of ​​stars. There were countless shadows of gods and demons rising and falling, an ancient monk with broken arms meditating and chanting scriptures, and a feathered man with broken wings roaring and shaking the mountains and rivers.

"This is……"
Chapter completed!