The Tibetan Blade Sword, as the name suggests, is a sword that converges all the edges and hides them.

But just because it's hiding, it doesn't mean it's giving up its edge.

The master has made a move, and the most incompelling move is the move that has not yet been shot, and the move is all seen by the other party, but the recruit has never made a move, and the other party will never think of what move will come out in the next moment.

The same goes for swords.

The edge of Bi Lu is ferocious, but when the edge is fully displayed, there is naturally a gap to take advantage of, and you can avoid the edge.

But you don't even know where it is, where do you want to avoid it, and where can you avoid it?

In fact, Lu Chenxi had been forced by this sword to be extremely painful at the moment, forcing her to be on the verge of being exposed.

All the edges flowed in silence, and every sword qi and every inch of sword light melted into the darkness, silently, unpredictable, and naturally impossible to guard against.

Chu Feng silently looked at the unknown name of the sword, he had already seen the mystery contained in this sword, so he said: "An Luyun said that when your sword edge reaches the end, it is a dead end. ”

The sword name was unknown and still ignored Chu Feng, but he held the hilt of the sword with his right hand, and then he closed his eyes, his expression was very peaceful, as if he was closing his eyes to recuperate.

Even if it is the Hidden Blade Sword, it needs to be urged by him, but this urge is silent.

It was as if a river had suddenly appeared in the surrounding space, a metal river made up of thousands of swords.

For so many years, the name of the sword has been dealing with swords, and all kinds of swords.

Both inside the temple and outside the temple.

He sat for a long time in front of the big black door that refused to be opened for him, thinking about the word "hidden" that Chu Feng wrote to him, and then one day he suddenly felt something in his heart, thousands of swords were born from his heart, and they hid in his heart, cut the word "hidden", cut open the stone door, and cut his own way.

He lost his sword as soon as he crossed the stone gate, and he began to concentrate on forging his sword in that desolate world.

He didn't know how many swords he had forged, he just kept concentrating on mining, iron, and sword forging under that apocalyptic scene.

He had tried all kinds of ores, he had tried all kinds of water sources, and he had tried all kinds of sword forging methods, but he had never forged a sword that was truly satisfactory to him.

He walked between heaven and earth, searching, just to find a better way to forge a sword, only to find a better ore, just to find a better water source, just to forge a sword that could satisfy his restless heart.

In this way, he forged his sword and swung his hammer alone, and the sound of "clanging" sounded from one civilization to the decline of one civilization, and then passed to the next, from the source of the great river, to the sea, and then to the sky across the sea.

He left behind him an extremely long road, paved with a dazzling array of swords that would never be repeated, and this path was called the way of the sword by those people, and countless people followed him just to ask for a so-called good sword from the source of his sword.

The swords in kendo were his swords, but he was not stingy, because they were not the swords he was after, and whoever they wanted, they could take the swords they liked and liked them - and the only condition was to return the swords they had taken them before they died.

He cast swords as he stretched the path of the sword toward infinity, recovering the worn swords that had been used, and listening to the swords tell their stories.

As long as he gently stroked a sword, he could read every battle they had experienced, and he could also know how many ups and downs they had experienced, and he could read the bits and pieces between them and their opponents, or they hated each other, or they sympathized with each other, and all the things in the world were in one sword.

Some of these swords have long since broken, some have lost their luster, and some are even more dusty, full of cracks and cracks.

But he still inserted them back into his own kendo where they were supposed to belong, forming his own new kendo.

He traveled like this, and it became a legend in the world, until one day, when he returned to the origin of everything with the kendo behind him, and then he finally understood.

He finally knew what the best ore he had been pursuing, what was the best water source he had been pursuing, and what the best spark he had been pursuing.

What's more, he finally knew how he should forge the sword he had longed for for so many years.

So he removed his bones as ore, cut his veins and used his blood as a source of water, and his fur as a fire, and he was busy day and night, and then he finally forged the sword he had been waiting for.

He forged himself into a sword, and then forged his sinuous kendo into new bones and filled his own skin.

Then he held the sword he had forged, and with such a gentle swing, he broke through all the obstacles, broke through all the things that stood in his way, and returned to the Six Realms.

The temple could not stop him, and there was nothing to stop him, and he unscrupulously advanced towards those dangerous situations, to challenge the masters, to sharpen his edge.

He was originally the top genius in the world, and he naturally had the capital to be proud of the Six Realms.

Thousands of swords are flowing, each one is a sword in his sword path, or has been used by others, or has not, or is still sharp, or has long been silent.

But every sword makes people change color, make people silent, and make people feel cold.

Lu Chenxi's color was slightly pale.

It was the first time she had encountered such a terrifying opponent, even when she faced Su Koumei, she never felt how terrifying Su Koumei was—this was not a gap in cultivation, but a gap in temperament.

Su Ningmei is more like cold ice, but this opponent ...... It is a rushing river.

Even if it is silent, the surging river is still full of power, surging, in addition to rushing forward, it is rushing forward, only when it returns to the sea, will it not stop.

Lu Chenxi clenched Shen Ye, she knew that it was impossible for her to continue to hide.

So Lu Chenxi, prepare to act.

In the night, the sun flows.

Lu Chenxi's figure was already close to the sword in an instant.

The name of the sword is unknown, and the sword is drawn with a backhand, and the hidden edge is undoubtedly revealed!

At that moment, Chu Feng saw countless swords, from his eyes to the sky, from under the earth, to above the earth, there were swords everywhere, there were all kinds of swords, and none of the swords were repeated.

Each sword contains a unique sword intent, either strong, or straight, or sensitive, or light, or feminine......

A mouthful of swords intertwined with each other, entangled with each other, singing and harmonizing with each other, clearly different swords, distinctly with completely different sword intents, but at that moment they behaved incomparably harmoniously and incomparably natural, as if these swords and these sword intents were originally one.

At that moment, ten thousand swords rang out in unison, and ten thousand sword lights appeared, staggering and crisscrossing one after another, almost instantly cutting countless rifts into the entire space.

Lu Chenxi was between the gaps of ten thousand swords, and the silent night and subtle sunlight in his hand also burst out in an instant, and the wisps of sunlight were blazing, and the morning glow flowed, and everything was swallowed up by this blazing heat and light.

The name of the sword is unknown, the sword in his hand is unheard, the ten thousand swords roar, a sword volley, and a flying blood flower is pierced in the ten thousand sword lights.

Lu Chenxi's expression remained unchanged, the night light in his hand was shining, and at the moment when the sword was unheard, thirteen tiny holes were punched in the sword name's body.

Lu Chenxi's dark night is too short, because it is short, so the change of moves can be very fast, not to mention, Lu Chenxi is already good at a set of explosive playing styles in a short period of time.

This time, Lu Chenxi didn't miss either, but she couldn't retreat this time, because the sword that was unknown pierced her body.

The speed at which the sword is unheard of is not slow, and no one thinks how slow this sword will be.

But compared to Lu Chenxi's set of attacks that he couldn't see clearly at all, the sword's unknown moves seemed to be very slow.

Because it is very slow, the sword must make some countermeasures, so that no matter how slow the sword is, it can stab the enemy.

So the sword name is unknown and did not resist, because he could not resist such a fast attack.

Use your body as a bargaining chip to entangle your opponent, so that your opponent will attack you and take advantage of this time to strike your sword. No matter how slow the sword is, it should stab the enemy.

This is the intention of the sword to be unknown, simple and naïve.

But Lu Chenxi still got on, not that Lu Chenxi didn't know, but that Lu Chenxi had no choice.

Zang Feng's Wandao Sword put too much pressure on her, and she couldn't wait for the other party to take the initiative to take the sword after discovering herself, which would make her fall behind the opponent's rhythm.

Her tempo is fast, and when she brings her opponent into her own rhythm, it is bound to be a succession of quick strikes that gradually establish the advantage.

But once her opponent takes her into a slow attack, she loses a lot of her advantage.

So she had to make this kind of injury change at this time.

The sword pierced through her heart, and she only left thirteen small holes in the sword name, and it seemed that she had suffered a little.

But the name of the sword is unknown, and he is the one who suffers after all.

What he damaged was only a piece near Lu Chenxi's heart, and Lu Chenxi damaged ...... But it was his entire torso.

But the sword name was unknown, but there was no unhappiness at all, and there was not the slightest frustration.

Because his purpose has been achieved.

The opponent is now on his side.

He won't let his opponent go.

Next, it's his time.

The next moment, a sword was volleyed again, and blood splattered.