Who can understand the feeling of seeing their right eye in their left eye?

No one. Only the living can understand the feelings of others, but the heads of the dead will never be because they have been split in half.

A person whose head has been split in half should not have been able to see anything. It's just because Cheng Li's Jiuyao is too fast. So much so that when the blade was cut down, the vision was still not dead, and what happened in this last moment could still be seen.

How long is a moment? In the snap of a finger, it's sixty moments. But the strange thing is that in the last moments before death, people always seem to think of many things that they usually can't think about for three days and three nights.

But now, no matter what Jiang Broken String remembers, no one will know anymore. And he himself, of course, will never say it.

The only thing he left was two half-and-half, smiling strangely looking, but at the same time contented and unapologetic.

As a peerless swordsman, being able to die under the knife of another peerless swordsman is originally a matter of seeking benevolence. Even, Cheng Li was a little skeptical. The reason why Jiang Duanxian also wanted to find the glazed treasure, and finally lived in this lonely mountain villa for twenty years. Is it because of ......

He couldn't find an opponent anymore, and there was no more meaning in his life. That's why he wants to find the glazed treasure, hoping to find a strong enough opponent in the process of fighting for the treasure?

Yes. Just finding an opponent is already satisfied for Jiang Xuanxian. As for whether he won or lost in the end, in fact, he didn't care too much about these things.

The deceased can never do anything again. But for the living, there are still a lot of troubles that cannot be left untied.

Just as Jiang Broken String's headless corpse fell, the glass keys hidden in his arms, all of which belonged to him, were immediately driven by a mysterious force.

At the same time, the key belonging to Cheng Li also rose. The two keys are once again the same fusion that had already occurred once not so long ago.

It didn't take long, and the fusion was over. Cheng Li took a deep breath, took a step forward, and reached out to grab the brand new key. It's exactly the same as what happened after defeating Mo Qixing before. The memory that belongs to Jiang Broken String, and the perception that belongs to Jiang Broken String on the martial arts, seems to have converged into a torrent again, instilling the consciousness of Cheng Li endlessly.

At the same time, Jiang's knife with broken strings "broken strings" also changed. Condensed on the blade, the dark green as sharp as a cactus thorn suddenly condensed into a cloud of green mist, soaring into the air, like a milk swallow returning to its nest, automatically thrown into Cheng Li's "Jiuyao". Disappeared in an instant.

In an instant, among the nine gems inlaid on the body of the knife, the one that originally belonged to "wood" seemed to become darker in color. It also has a sharpness similar to the thorns of a cactus.

But on the other hand, the loss of this dark green and sharp broken string quickly rusts and decays. Almost in the blink of an eye, this sharp and incomparably sharp weapon, which kills people like mowing grass, divides gold and jade like cutting tofu, suddenly becomes a pile of metal slag, and no one even wants to collect the rags.

Such an amazing change would have been enough to attract anyone's attention. But there is no one here, only Cheng Li. Cheng Lizheng is wholeheartedly, focusing on absorbing the memories and insights from Jiang Xuanxian. There's no time to focus on anything else.

Compared with the rich and wonderful experience of Mo Qixing's life, Jiang Xuanxian's life is simply boring to the extreme. Whether it is as the chief executioner of the Criminal Department, he went out on a red business trip to cut off the head of a prisoner, or walked the rivers and lakes under the pseudonym of "Peng Shisandou" to challenge the world's famous artists. In fact, in Jiang Xuanxian's heart, there is not much difference. It's just killing.

He doesn't love food and wine, he doesn't love beautiful women, and he doesn't have any hobbies for pleasure and temperament. From childhood to adulthood, in addition to practicing knives, Jiang Broken String's greatest enjoyment was just taking a bath. And it's really just the simplest bath, and there is nothing else at all. To put it mildly, Jiang Xuanxian's life is even exactly the same as that of an ascetic.

But perhaps because of this, Jiang Broken String can have more time and focus more on studying the Dao. Starting from the family heirloom, the kind of knife method used by executioners to cut off people's heads, Jiang Xuanxian has learned the knife techniques of almost all sects on the rivers and lakes. He also traveled as far as Fuso and dealt with almost all the sects of Fusang. In the end, he smelted all these hundred knife techniques in one furnace, removed the turnips, and refined the three most suitable knife techniques for himself - three knives with broken strings.

The seven stars of ink have "heaven, earth, gods, Buddhas, people, beasts, ghosts," all seven are killed, and the gods are destroyed, and the king of heaven who sees the Buddha slaughtering the Buddha slashes the ghost. Jiang broke the string, but there was "three broken strings, and people can't see it." If anyone sees it, it is like a broken string. "Three knives of broken strings.

Seven against three, at first glance, it seems that Jiang Broken String is more at a loss. But only Cheng Li really understood. In battle, killing people against the enemy, in fact, there are too many three moves. It is true that life and death determine the winner and loser, and one knife is enough.

is just like Cheng Li's "Nine Yao Chop". Although there is a nine-style sword intent. But just like the duel with Jiang Broken String just now, from beginning to end, in fact, there were only two knives from each other. A knife is tempted, and a knife is divided into life and death.

Therefore, as a swordsman who has fought against the two of them, Cheng Li is 100% sure. If Jiang breaks the string against the ink seven stars, then the last one to die must be the ink seven stars.

In fact, the Heavenly King's Demon Slashing Knife may not be under the three knives of the broken string. But Mo Qixing is not as good as Jiang Broken String. Because as a swordsman, he is not sincere. When he and Cheng Li made the final showdown, Mo Qixing's ultimate move turned out to be not the Heavenly King's Demon Slashing Knife, but another murderous short knife.

Therefore, although the Heavenly King Demon Slashing Knife is innocent, Mo Qixing has dirt in his heart. The essence of the knife lies in sincerity. If you are not sincere with the knife, the knife will not be sincere with you. In this way, how can you not be defeated?"

After a while, Cheng Li sighed slightly and opened his eyes again. originated from Jiang Xuanxian's perception of the "knife", and just like before, it has been completely digested and absorbed by him.

Lightly mention the "Jiuyao", and the horizontal knife is the chest. Cheng Li suddenly grasped the knife backwards and extrapolated the horizontal strings. This is the standard posture of Jiang Broken String's unique knife method, and it is also the most unique symbol of Jiang Broken String. On the execution ground, as long as the knife is launched, the head will immediately fall to the ground, and no one has been spared, and there is no exception.

This time, it was not Jiang Broken String who wielded the knife, and the location was not on the execution ground. So for the first time in history, a knife was launched, and no one landed on the ground. But Cheng Li raised his head if he wanted to, if he didn't want to, and glanced obliquely at the roof next to him.

On the roof, I don't know when it started, the two old men in red clothes and green robes who were already standing there suddenly had a creepy feeling at the same time. The two of them turned slightly pale, and without saying a word, their bodies suddenly moved, and they had already disappeared.

Cheng Li exhaled again and withdrew his gaze and the knife in his hand at the same time. After closing his eyes and pondering for a long time, he suddenly inadvertently swung out another knife.

The knife came out silently, but it stirred up a breeze. Everywhere the breeze passed, the wind chimes hanging under the eaves suddenly trembled slightly, and rang a burst of bells.

Or, in fact, that's the sound of knives – knives in wind chimes.