Time: I don't know how long it will be.

Location: On the way to hell, perhaps.

Character: Zhao Jiakang.

Event: Zhao Jiakang is on his way to hell in the unknown future.

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Is this ten thousand times? 100,000 times? A million times? Zhao Jiakang once again studied and practiced the "Sky Sword Technique" from beginning to end. He has been familiar with every move and every style, fast, accurate, steady, and ruthless, all of which make it natural and flawless. This seems to be the extreme that this set of swordsmanship can achieve, because no matter how much he wants to improve, he feels that there is no room for improvement, in fact, it has been a long time since he practiced the "Eternal Sky Sword Technique" to this level, so long that he has almost forgotten who he is.

"Zhao Jiakang!" He looked at the three words crookedly engraved on his left arm, and said to himself like a blank voice. A few faces come to mind, who is it, Dad? Mom? Little girl?

It seems that for a long time in heaven and earth, he has been walking this long road that will never end, and he has studied this set of swordsmanship again and again.

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"Zhao Jiakang? What is Zhao Jiakang? He stared at the barely legible three words carved into his left arm, frowning.

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He walked straight along the road and practiced his sword, and he went straight along the road and practiced his sword......

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At this moment, he held the broken sword again and practiced the "Sky Sword Technique". This time it feels different from the previous one, as if there is something wrong with the sword move, a little awkward. He felt a little strange in his heart, he had practiced this set of swordsmanship to the point where he could do whatever he wanted, even if he used it every centimeter, he could detect it, but there was nothing wrong with it, why was it so?

The sword wind was whistling, and he felt it with his heart, but the sword was like flowing water, and there was nothing unnatural. It's just that the awkwardness of Fang Cai is true, and it can't be wrong.

Immersed in swordsmanship over and over again, he wanted to find the little awkwardness in Fang Cai.

He searched for a long time......

How long is it?

Can you imagine that long......

There was a sudden moment when he felt that he was the sword, and the sword was him. And then he finally found something awkward, how could he be a sword, how could a sword be him?

He threw the half of the sword in his hand to the ground, leaned down, and studied it carefully, what the half sword was thinking, he didn't know, from this, it could not be him.

So what is it?

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"Because I hold it, it becomes a part of me, and when I let it go, it is cut off from me, so it is no longer a part of me." He finally came to this conclusion.

"Okay, me, hello!" He grasped the half of the sword, approached it, and said slowly. He was immersed in the sword, as if he had only found himself now, and his heart was full of joy.

"I" tore through the sky and galloped happily. It is as if a person who was originally blind suddenly sees the light, how can he be as happy as madness?

"What's in the way in front of my eyes?" He was in a moment of pleasure when he suddenly felt a golden light shining in front of him. He was upset, and a nameless fire rose up to his head, and rushed at the shining golden thing, trying to tear it to pieces!

Suddenly, the golden light seemed to explode, and he found that he had come to a good place where birds and flowers were singing, and the endless long road, the endless space around him, had disappeared without a trace.