Song Jiao frowned slightly. As her former colleague, of course, she had seen Liu Dazheng fought with others and his knife. As the most outstanding disciple of the last generation of Zhongnan Mountain Sect and the First Knife in the Central Plains, Liu Dazheng couldn't wield a kitchen knife.

And in Song Jiao's eyes, the kitchen knife in Liu Dazheng's hand was too ugly. The body of the knife was neither big nor small, dark and lusterless. Both sides of the handle were two pieces of wood which were wrapped with gray cloth strips. It was just an ordinary kitchen knife, having no relation with the magic tool at all.

Wasn't it a joke for him to use such a weapon to confront the Buddhist monk who could use the Flower-and-leaf Enchantment?

Song Jiao's gaze was not friendly, but she didn't say much. This dark, muscular, rough-faced and insensitive man was never agreeable in her eyes. But she knew that Liu Dazheng wouldn't joke, let alone joke at such a time.

When Liu Dazheng came out of the courtyard, four people appeared in succession on the roof of the opposite house.

Li Keyong, the leader, stood with his hands clasped behind his back, looking down upon everything. Anyone who saw him would feel that he was not an ordinary person. He overlooked the heavenly life. This temperament was unparalleled and one needed a lot of extraordinary experience to form that temperament.

Monk Huiming stood beside Li Ke in a peaceful look, holding a Magic wand. He looked like a holy white lotus which had the power to purify the human heart.

The other two were an old man and a middle-aged man, standing on both sides. Although they were silent, their breath was long and steady. They must be cultivators of high-level Qi-refining.

As long as they didn't break into the palace or military aircraft, there was no place that they couldn't go to. They could come and go freely even in Chang'an City, as long as they didn't make catastrophic trouble.

When Li Keyong saw Li Ye, a trace of anger appeared on his face, but it was soon replaced by the pleasure of revenge. He looked at Li Ye playfully and smiled with confidence. "Why don't you run?"

Li Ye, standing in the courtyard, smiled softly and said, "I'm also surprised that you don't run either when you see me. Maybe once on shore, someone would forget all the pain."

"You're too arrogant!" Li Keyong snorted. "You really think you're stronger than me since you won me in the Manor of Emperor's Son-in-law? If so, you're too naive!"

Li Ye said with a smile, "I think you probably want to say that you didn't use all your energy in the Manor of Emperor's Son-in-law. As a person accustomed to fighting on the battlefield, fighting on the battlefield is your advantage, not in the stage. And as the most outstanding genius in Zhenwu, you still have many magic tool and methods that are not suitable to use in public. Therefore, it was my luck to win you on that day. Right?"

Li Keyong raised his eyebrows. "Prince An, you know yourself well. But it's too late for you to realize that because even if you ask for mercy now, I'm not going to let you go!"

Li Ye twitched his mouth and said, "In fact, I said so much in order to tell you that if you want to die, then start quickly. I'm in a hurry."

"Li Ye! Today, you're going to die!" Li Keyong said with an angry face.

After that, he swung his sleeves. "Go!"

The middle-aged man behind him took out a huge Horse-chopping Knife when he heard Li Keyong's order, jumped up from the roof, and chopped fiercely towards the courtyard in mid-air.

The Horse-chopping Knife radiated blue lights greatly, and its Knife Qi was fifteen meters high as if it could split mountains. His chop was unadorned and straightforward but was powerful. As soon as the Knife Qi appeared, a cold killing came, as if this Horse-chopping Knife had killed countless people and countless souls adhered to its body.

This middle-aged man was a general of Zhenwu Army, so his attack was fierce. His chop was full of overwhelming momentum. They felt great pressure at once, as if they saw thousands of troops rushed to kill them.

"Formation-breaking Chop!" The middle-aged man shouted loudly. With his voice, his momentum climbed a step higher. "Go to hell!"

Shangguan Qingcheng stood beside Li Ye with a solemn and awe-inspiring look. She also practiced the Military Generals on the battlefield, so she knew how powerful this chop was. And that was exactly the realm she had been pursuing.

"A troop of three hundred people without any Formation will be destroyed by this knife easily!" Shangguan Qingcheng murmured. Three hundred armed soldiers on the battlefield were already an extraordinary force. Under the command of a commander, they could defeat those gangs in the Wei River region.

Wang Li showed fear on his face. "The military generals on the battlefield are fiercer than cultivators because they have killed many people. It's true that fighting on the battlefield is the best way to exercise people."

Li Ye didn't say anything. When he saw calm Song Jiao who didn't think that Liu Dazheng would fail, he felt a little relieved.

Facing the powerful attack of his opponent, this muscular man with a kitchen knife in his hand in front of the courtyard door showed an indescribable look on his face. Perhaps, the chief leader of Li Xian's personal army remembered the bloody fighting on the battlefield in the past when he saw this knife. Or perhaps he recalled the countless pictures that he used this technique before.

Anyway, Liu Dazheng stepped on the ground heavily and rose from the ground.

A huge and deep pit appeared on the place where he stepped just now.

Facing the Knife Qi which could break Formation, Liu Dazheng raised his ugly black kitchen knife and transversely chopped in mid-air.

The kitchen knife trembled violently and buzzed, causing pain in the ear of all people. A blue light flew out, like a river across the sky.

Two Knife Qi met. The Knife Qi of fifteen meters high was cut off and broken in mid-air while the blue light only weakened a little.

The middle-aged man who fell from the roof was shocked by what he saw and felt unbelievable. Then he immediately felt a crisis that he had never experienced before bore down on him like the Mount Tai.

He quickly wielded his Horse-chopping Knife, letting out a Knife Qi to block the incoming blue light.

By this time, Liu Dazheng had rushed to him with chopped towards his head with his kitchen knife.

The middle-aged man rushed to fight back with his knife, his whole body trembling.

"I'll teach to how to use Formation-breaking Chop." Liu Dazheng's voice was emotionless.

The knife fell.

Wind blew.

The blue light cut the Horse-chopping Knife at close range and reflected the nervous face of the middle-aged man clearly.

"Bomb!"

The middle-aged man sprayed a mouthful of blood and flew backward, smashing the courtyard wall and falling into the house. It was not until he passed through another wall that he stopped behind the house. He knelt on one knee, put one hand on the ground, and kept vomiting blood, having no strength to stand up.

Liu Dazheng landed on the ground with contempt in his eyes. The kitchen knife flipped around in his hand and then was put into the scabbard at the back of his waist. He did not look at the middle-aged man anymore. He turned and walked back to the courtyard door and stood with his hands clasped behind his back.

Song Jiao, leaning against the door frame, looked at the knife at his waist and her gaze was not as unfriendly as before. "Nice knife."

Liu Dazheng looked steadily forward and answered without emotion, "I know."

Song Jiao was speechless and gave him a supercilious look.

On the opposite roof, Li Keyong looked back at the tragic situation of the middle-aged man. When he looked at Li Ye again, he was not as calm as before. The old man beside him had fear in his eyes and couldn't help saying, "Who is that guy? Did he defeat General Zhao only by two techniques? What's his magic toll? Is that a kitchen knife?"

Among the three, only the monk did not turn back. His voice was emotionless. "Yes, that's a kitchen knife."

Li Keyong was angry. "He was defeated by a kitchen knife. It shame of him. Master Mo, what realm does that man is in?"

The old man said in a low voice. "He's supposed to at Level 8 Qi-refining. His cultivation won't be higher than Level 8. But in the world, no one's understanding of fighting and killing is better than his."

Li Keyong asked with an unhappy look. "Where did Li Ye get such a master? Was it said that he had been betrayed by all his father's subordinates since Li Xian's death?"

The old man said, "I'm afraid the situation has changed."

When Li Ye saw that Li Keyong didn't immediately ask people to attack again, he smiled and said, "General Li, you lost the first battle and don't want to attack again? Are you going to go back to the city and fight in another day?"

Being ridiculed by Li Ye about his advantage, Li Keyong grew angry, but he was not in a hurry. He took a look at the monk beside him and saw that the monk was calm as before, then he secretly relieved. The monk was his greatest dependence. As long as the monk was not daunted, he was sure that he could defeat Li Ye.

Unlike some other worlds, this world favored Taoism. In the Central Plains, Taoist sect was powerful. The Buddhist sect appeared since the Eastern Han Dynasty and once was praised by the court, but it didn't develop well in the Central Plains because of the suppression of Taoist sect.

But the Buddhist doctrine attracted many people in the world, so relying on the advantages of doctrine, the Buddhist Sect had a firm foothold in the world and couldn't be underestimated after thousands of years of accumulation.

In the Tang Empire, the north was the most powerful area of Buddhist Sect, especially the territory controlled by the Zhenwu Army.

In fact, one of the reasons why the Zhenwu Army was strong and cultivators in Zhenwu were powerful was because of Buddhist Sect. The alliance of Buddhist Sect and the Zhenwu Army was also the Li Guochang's greatest confidence to be unruly, violate the interests of adjoining states and go against the imperial edicts.

Li Keyong took a look at the courtyard. The situation between the enemy and he was obvious. He quickly made a decision. "General Zhao is seriously injured. Master Mo, are you sure to win that guy with a kitchen knife?"

Mo Lao said with a smile, "I can teach him a lesson."

Li Keyong nodded. "The woman leaning against the door dares to stand there, which means that she is Li Ye's guard. She must have good strength. Master Huiming?"

The monk always looked as usual, and there had never been any change on his face. It could be said that he was solemn. "I can handle the rest of the cultivators."

His word was indifferent, but hegemony had already been revealed.

"Good! In this way, I can concentrate on dealing with Li Ye!" Li Keyong took out his magic tool, a rune-covered spear. He pointed it at Li Ye and shouted. "Do you dare to fight with me?!"

Li Ye stretched out his hand and crooked his fingers at Li Keyong. "Come on if you dare."