Directly south of the island are twelve long knives, which are transformed by the distorted resentment of time, and have the incredible power to split time.

These twelve knives are of different styles, different lengths, and the materials are from iron to stone to wood, because of the resentment of time, it is a collection of a lot of determination, and even the will of the knife has begun to awaken.

After eight months of extreme training, Griffith barely managed to lay the groundwork and was ready to wield some of his long knives.

Among all the weapons, the most able to exercise the human body in all directions is the knife technique, Griffith has just awakened now, the foundation is scarce, it is the time to accumulate capital for the body, in the case of conditions, knife training is a good choice.

Moreover, as a killing technique, the knife technique has a strong deterrent effect, which is a big guarantee for Griffiths to survive in the new environment. In the warped space-time transformed by Griffith's will, these twelve knives actually occupy the core position, and the causal and clock power they consume even occupy forty percent of the total energy of all the energy that has opened up isolated islands and seas.

The twelve knives on the island were used by Griffith to practice his knife skills, he did not know how to use knives in his previous life, but in this life, he intends to be a knife catcher.

The deepest reason why he chose to take such a path is that Griffith's fall is largely due to the great demon 'Lunchi'. And the Great Demon Lunqi is the most prominent one among the many people who wield the sword.

Griffith thinks he 'died' at the hands of Lunch and is not sorry. Lunch, who was armed with a long knife, did have the strength to kill him, and 80% of Griffith's wounds and the shoulder-length severed left arm were caused by Lunch. The big demon knows very well that in this life, even if he stands in front of Lunchi again, in a one-on-one situation, he is not necessarily the opponent of the other party.

The Great Demon Lunqi's knife technique is oppressive, so strong and resolute that it looks like a young girl in the flower season who is just beginning to bloom in love and can't wait to pursue love. It was an unparalleled strength and passion, a sharpness that blows withering and a determination that cuts nothing.

In fact, the island's twelve long knives were made by Griffith in imitation of Lench's twelve knives, and Griffith wanted to use the power of time and space to reproduce Lench's knife skills, and even use this as a breakthrough point to take his realm to the next level.

Closing his eyes and thinking back to Lunchi's devouring sword intent, Griffith slowly pulled out two knives, the last of the twelve knives, and the knives that were completely made of iron and stone.

The sword intent condensed on these two knives is speed, which is the simpler part of Lunch's knife technique, and it is also the part that Griffith understands relatively well.

A huge clock hung high in the middle of the sky, and the silver-white time was distorted into light shining through the back of the knife, Griffith slowly drew two long knives, and the bright white network of knife light in his memory flashed ten million times in a fraction of a second, splitting the space. Griffith raised his hand and waved the knife, and in the dark, it seemed that some kind of law was gently rubbed under this knife technique, and there were ripples.

The remnants of the knife technique in the depths of his mind slowly spread, like thick ink assimilating the ** pollution like clear water, and the will and spirit of the big demon suppressed the power of the invisible law like a mountain, which made Griffith's knife technique improve rapidly in a very short period of time.

The body involuntarily jumped and slashed, the trajectory of the long knife was deep and mysterious, dragging the ** twisting and deforming, completing a set of extremely jerky and reproducing knife techniques.

A little silver light shimmered in the air, time seemed to stand still, and the light pulled into silk threads at his side.

The creeping sea level in his sight, the sound of the wind in his ears, and the melodious aroma of early summer herbs on the tip of his nose gradually faded away in the slow and heavy time, and Griffith, under the influence of the imprinted memories in his mind, seemed to incarnate the peerless demon Lunqi of the Gulen era.

He dragged his sword, his body traversing time and space in a fraction of a second, the long blades of his two hands dragging long silver horses in the years of flying and retreating, sweeping away anything that stood in the way of his path.

The time of a fraction of a second is short, too short to withstand a slight shake of the eyelids. There was a flash of silver light on the retina, and Griffith seemed to have just waved the hilt of the knife from drawing the knife to now, and then the ground in front of him, whether it was a sprouting new tree, a green blade of grass or a hard stone, was all cut in two, and was quietly cut away from its original position.

After a single blow, Griffith withdrew the knife, plunged it under his feet, and closed his eyes again.

"A sharp knife." He muttered to himself, still indulging in the artistic conception of swinging the knife before.

This knife almost replicates the charm of Lenchi's will, and is a unique knife technique formed by Griffith, as a great demon, using the power of cause and effect to recall the sword technique of Lenchi in his mind, plus the unique time-distorting power of Gutrumba's clock.

Although Griffith's strength is limited now, as a big demon, he has personally experienced Lenchi's knife technique that is so fast that it almost cuts off cause and effect, and he has the most profound understanding of Lenchi's artistic conception of fast knives, which caused the phenomenon of almost cutting everything with one knife before.

Of course, this terrible knife technique is not possessed by Griffith now, and it is only a reproduction of Runch's knife art under certain conditions, but it is impossible to do three things, the purpose is to let Griffith 'steal' Runch's knife skills.

Back then, before Griffith's fall, he spent a certain amount of causal power to reproduce a piece of Lunchi's knife technique, which was the key to whether Griffith could cultivate his knife technique.

The previous knife almost reproduced the charm of Lenchi's knife skills under the memory and understanding of the great demon Griffith at its peak, and what Griffith is doing now is to catch as much of this charm as possible, even if it is only one thousandth, this charm is enough for Griffith to be used endlessly.

The sun-like clock in the sky turned silently, and the shadow of the huge clock minute hand swept across the ground and swept from far away. The figure directly south of the island remained motionless, and two long black knives were stuck at his feet, one left and one right.

Time glides like a tide over the sharp tip of the gravel field, and the water split into four streams by the twin knives rises and falls, crackling the reef and revealing the sand, leaving occasionally one or two crabs running sideways.

As dusk fell, the sea breeze turned cold and began to blow from the isolated island towards the sea.

The man who had only swung a knife and closed his eyes and 'slept falsely' had not yet woken up, and the rising water had not yet reached the top of his feet, drenched his knees, crossed his back, and reached the point of his mouth and nose.

A vigorous and lively fat octopus followed the waves, circled around Griffith, and was swept away by the waves.

But when the man is 'settled', it is as if he is unconscious and motionless.

The sea breeze grew stronger, and finally it began to howl, and the cold 'night' came. The tide receded, leaving devastated beaches, and the rapidly dropping temperature of the isolated island had frozen into ice slag before the sea had time to penetrate into the sand, and the temperature of the isolated island had dropped to minus 20 degrees Celsius at midnight.

In the middle of the island, the warm spring of living water emitted warm water vapor and white light that disappeared from time to time, except for the figure of the man who had slept in it every night for eight months.

On a June day, like a woman's face, cold and fickle. The weather on the isolated island is a little bad tonight. Sure enough, it was only the middle of the night, and it started to rain.

The raindrops were extraordinarily large, and in the rain and mist, a hazy figure remained silent. The raindrops hit the man, shattering and bouncing off into a finer mist, like a layer of frosted glass around him.

The rain ran down the man's green cheeks, over his forehead, over his closed eyes, and on his eyelashes. The huge clock wheel waved the hour, minute, and second hands tirelessly, and the time passed quietly, and the rain stopped, and the sky was dark and bright, and the man with the knife in both hands stood like a stone sculpture.

The time is the 280th day of Griffith's entry into the island, and the 9th day after Griffith's 'settled'.

A bird with a curved beak like an osprey swept across the water, hooked a koi fish in its talons, and rushed to the beach to feed. It stretched out its wingspan, its hard and strong muscles swung hard, and its half-meter-long body suddenly rose up, and its speed increased in vain, outlining the image of a young majestic and handsome king of the air.

However, the king did not stay proud for long, a trace of pale silver light flew from the island below, and only rubbed its body, and then cut the king who resembled an osprey to pieces.

The fate of the bird being cut in two caused a small splash of blood in the sky south of the isolated island, and then before it could color the sky and the beach, it was washed clean by the waves.

Griffith slowly opened his eyes, his pupils were a deep nothingness, and two dark swirls flowed through them.

The demon moved his neck a little dazedly, and after a minute, his eyes, flowing with the vortex of cause and effect and time, gradually returned to clarity. So he finally remembered that he Griffith had fallen and was wandering on the isolated island of Zào created by Gutromba.

Looking up, Griffith's left hand rose slightly, and the long black and cold knife reflected the knife light on his face, making his mood finally feel better.

"I didn't waste my energy to get back to that battlefield."

Lunch's sword skills have crossed over matter, and even some void things, so although it has been a long time since the Fallen War, every time Griffith recalls Lench's knife skills in the Fallen War, his consciousness will inevitably be impacted again, and even severed.

And this time was no exception, since most of his body's consciousness had been dormant and cultivated, Griffith paid a lot of money for this time to retrace Lunchi's knife skills, but the reward for doing so was also worth it.

Finally, according to the knife of Lunch, who Griffith had retraced on the isolated island before, coupled with the intuitive memory and understanding of the memory of the great demon Griffith at his peak, Griffith, who was an absolute layman of swordsmanship, comprehended the first trace of Lunch's knife intent.

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