Killing Zhang Jue didn't expect that the gentleman's sword he had used for so long turned out to be just a wisp of sword.

A wisp of sword spikes can have the great power to kill all things, God knows how strong this true gentleman's sword should be?

After thinking about it carefully, Zhang Jue understood the meaning of the former gentleman's sword: there is a killing machine in the heart, but it can kill everything. There is no killing in the heart, and everything is not killed.

Because it is the sword spike, the sword spike represents the gentleman. The meaning of that sentence interprets the connotation of this sword.

Zhang Jue couldn't figure out who separated the gentleman's sword from the sword spike, and who used this sword spike to create a false gentleman's sword?

Who has such power?

Of course, the first thought is still two bodhisattvas.

But they couldn't figure out what their purpose was.

From this association, Li Xun's overlord gun is also fake. So where is the real Overlord gun? Could it be that Li Xun's overlord gun is actually just a wisp of red tassels on the real overlord gun?

This is not right, the red tassel is only an inch long, and Li Xun's overlord gun is very long.

One more thought, if there is a chance, I want to find the real Overlord gun. Capture the inheritance treasure of the Heavenly Master's Dao.

Looking at the gentleman's sword in his hand that had changed from murderous to gentlemanly, touching the sword spike of the hilt, Zhang Jue was stunned: "Have you restrained the killing machine?" I wonder if there is still the ability of the sword to move at will? ”

found a wooden stick, Zhang Jue looked at the wooden stick carefully, his eyes were soft, and he didn't have the slightest murderous intention, just like looking at his relatives.

Then, suddenly, the sword was struck.

The moment the sword came out, Zhang Jue felt abnormal. The gentleman's sword in his hand seemed to tremble. Then he passed through the sticks.

Zhang Jue put away his sword and quickly approached. After carefully observing the wooden stick for a long time, the wooden stick was unscathed.

The Gentleman's Sword just passed through it. But there was not a single wound, just like the blade of the sword in front of the wooden stick, and then turned into light and shadow, without any lethality.

"I don't have a killing intention in my heart, and this sword can't cut through wooden sticks? Or is it the same as before? ”

Zhang Jue muttered, and then looked at the fluttering sword spike, knowing in his heart that the reason why this is the case is because of this sword spike.

This sword is so amazing that it is simply impossible to explain it with the current knowledge.

This time I looked at the wall. Zhang Jue's eyes flashed with murderous intent, as if looking at the land of life and death.

Draw your sword suddenly.

'W-'

I only listened to the sound, but there was nothing.

Zhang Jue didn't even feel the obstruction of the cutting this time, and was wondering, but suddenly saw a cold light erupting from the wall.

The cold light flashed and was gone.

But Zhang Jue's mouth opened wide, because the cold light was too long. He swung his sword only to cut that radius, but the entire wall was cracked.

Zhang Jue found a magnifying glass to search for the gap, but saw a crack the thickness of a hair, extending the entire wall.

"Ahh Director Zhang, what are you doing? ”

Outside the door, Wang Liping ran in with a hasty face.

Zhang Jue was stunned: "Try the sword." ”

Wang Liping was about to cry: "Don't try, try again." I'm going to ruin your hotel. ”

"What's wrong?"

"Suddenly, a cold light penetrated the entire negative floor, passing through several rooms. I'm going to split my Qingxi Hotel in half. The desks, chairs, and benches in my office are as long as they are stained with that shining. It's all in half. As soon as I guessed, I knew it was you......"

Zhang Jue was stunned, and after a while, he exclaimed: "Did it hurt anyone?" ”

"I'm weird too. No one was hurt, and several cold rays of light passed through the person's body. Everyone's fine. But everything except for people has become two halves. ”

Before Wang Liping could finish speaking, Zhang Jue inserted his sword into his windbreaker and ran out quickly.

I went to the storehouse behind the wall, but I saw that all the things in the storehouse were divided into two, and the fracture was as smooth as a mirror.

Further back, in Wang Liping's office, two wooden doors have become four. The desk was cut in half diagonally, and the item was cut in half.

Walking further back, the last few houses, and the qiē things inside, were all halved. But when it came to the fifth wall, it seemed that the power was exhausted, and the sword light failed to penetrate the fifth wall and slash into the sixth wall.

But Rao is like this, Zhang Jue was also so frightened by this power that his whole body trembled, what kind of power is this? Who can stop this sword?

This sword light is so magical, it only kills this wall, but it can pass through people without hurting people, only hurting the wall.

Zhang Jue suddenly felt that in fact, with this sword, he basically didn't have to ambush, and he could go directly to Li Xun's house to kill him.

Just a sword!

When you first get a treasure, you urgently need to satisfy that powerful curiosity.

Qingxi Hotel couldn't stay any longer, so Zhang Jue immediately took a car to the suburbs to try his sword.

"Whew-"

Draw your sword.

Looking at the tree in front of him, Zhang Jue had a murderous intention.

A sword slashed out, and the tree in front of him fell to the ground.

But only this one fell to the ground, but the row of trees behind it did not move.

And the cold light has not lit up, the cold light seems to be sword qi, and this sword has no sword qi.

Zhang Jue frowned suspiciously: "Why is it gone?" ”

I thought it was not enough to kill myself, so I went to a tree and brewed for a long time.

'O'

When the sword was drawn again, the tree fell again, but the tree behind it still did not move.

In a trance, a voice suddenly sounded in Zhang Jue's heart: Hiding the sword for ten days, there is sword energy.

Stunned, he looked at the gentleman's sword in his hand in surprise, and raised his eyebrows, this sword really has a sword soul.

I figured it out, the sword qi of the Junzi Sword needs to be raised. Like most swords, the sword is hidden in the scabbard to raise the sword qi, and the longer it is raised, the stronger the sword qi will be. After a long time, if you draw your sword again, that sharp blow, that strong sword qi can open the world.

This is sword raising. Also known as the Tibetan sword.

This is the essence of sword culture, and it is not the essence of the idea of moderation. Hold back, move like thunder.

Hide the sword first, introvert the killing machine, and then draw the sword to open up the world.

It is no wonder that the sword drawing style is the strongest move in the sword technique, and countless people do not practice the sword technique, but only the sword drawing style. But it's because the sword drawing style is too strong. Hiding the sword for a long time, the killing machine and the sword qi sword intent were condensed, and suddenly burst out.

Who can stop it?

"Oh? Got it? ”

On a barren mountain, an old farmer put down his hoe. looked at the blue sky and white clouds, and whistled with a smile.

'Woohoo'

A big white dog wagged its tail and ran quickly.

The old farmer squatted down and touched the big white dog: "I'll go out and guard the house." ”

'Woohoo'

The big white dog seems to be able to understand human speech and keeps wagging its tail.

The old peasant smiled, a flash of melancholy flashed on his kind and kind face, he just felt a sword light piercing the sky. A thousand years ago, he hid his sword somewhere, and now, it was obtained by one person.

This kind face is the king of Jizo!

"Hehe, where are you going? If you have nothing to do, let's have a drink or two. ”

A faint voice came, and a middle-aged man with a whole body as black as carbon appeared next to the old farmer.

The old farmer sighed, picked up the hoe and continued to plow, he knew that he would not be able to walk when he came.

That's it, a chance meeting is already predestined. I have done the cause that I should do, and it depends on the effect that should come later...... (To be continued.) For mobile phone users, please visit wènhttp://mnet

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