Sealed the flying knife for months, just for a shocking knife.

However, if it is to others, even high-level martial artists, such a knife is enough to kill.

But it is far from enough to float and sink around.

Zhou Fushen used to say that he was a peak martial artist on the surface, but the blow of the sneak attack on Xu Canglie just now had leaked his breath, revealing his true strength.

He's a great martial artist.

A great martial artist, even Xu Canglie was severely injured by his sneak attack, no matter how strong Lin Mu's flying knife was, he couldn't kill it.

But this does not mean that Lin Mu has no choice.

Suppressed by endless grief and murderous intent, he thought of a crazy idea.

Integrate the sword intent of the gods, the traces of the sword, and the artistic conception of the flying knife.

There is no doubt that this is a completely crazy idea.

The scar of the sword path is the power left behind when his divine soul resonates with the Great Dao.

Normally, after a cast, it will dissipate on its own and return to the Great Dao of Heaven and Earth.

Once successful, this trace of Dao power will remain in his body forever.

This is a stealing move.

It would never be possible to succeed in normal times, and Lin Mu would not think about it.

But at this moment, Lin Mu no longer had any impossible concept in his heart, he only had one thought, and that was to kill Zhou Fushen.

In any case, no matter what means, at any cost, Zhou Fushen must die.

Airplanes! Airplanes!

At first, the Flying Knife and the Divine Sword Intent trembled separately, and there was no regularity, and it was very chaotic.

Fusion!

Fusion!

Hatred, grief, and sometimes purity.

Now Lin Mu's mind is very pure, without the slightest distraction, he just wants to merge the two existences, and he doesn't think about the difficulty.

Because only in this way can Zhou Fushen be killed.

Drip, drip!

The surrounding air, the dust, also trembled, as if dancing.

The sword intent of the gods and the artistic conception of the flying knife began to merge.

This fusion is not only the fusion of artistic conception.

Lin Mu's anger, hatred, and endless killing intent were all suppressed and fused into the flying knife.

Bang bang bang!

His heart was beating violently.

Two peerless forces, if you want to fuse, it is not easy.

They began to tremble violently, as if they were about to struggle out of Lin Mu's grasp.

At this time, emotions such as anger, hatred, and murder become a cage, locking them up.

Then use his soul, his body, his qi and blood, and his life to suppress it crazily.

At the same moment, his footsteps were running wildly.

Suddenly, his whole person entered a state of mystery and mystery.

The sound of the wind whirring in my ears seemed to disappear.

All the noise, all the scenery, all disappeared from his world.

In his field of vision, there is only Zhou Fushen.

Rest!

Stand still to the limit.

In this indescribable state, the divine sword intent that was originally impossible to fuse, was forced into the flying knife by his anger, killed by him, and hated by him.

The ancients had a saying: "Man will conquer the sky!" ”

The sword intent of the gods is given by the Great Dao of Heaven and Earth, and to a certain extent, it is the heavens.

But human potential is also unlimited, because people have souls and hearts.

As the ancient sage Tang 13 said: "The soul and the starry sky are the two most vast existences in the world." ”

If heaven is the supreme existence in the world, then the human mind is the most likely thing to match or even surpass it.

Rumble!

Lin Mu's heart was like an invisible hand at this time.

Grab the most sacred divine sword intent into the flying knife.

Suddenly......

Lin Mu felt his consciousness tremble, and then it seemed to be like flowing water, slowly entering another magical world.

It's a world without pictures, without sound.

The sound of wind, talking, breathing, insects crawling......

There was no sound at all, dead silence.

The breath of silence pervades the world all around.

But in this silence, there is a vigorous vitality.

It's as if you've returned to the source of heaven and earth, in the midst of incredible chaos.

What's even more bizarre is that in this magical world, he can feel the existence of endless things.

You can't hear it, you can't see it, you can feel it.

He could feel the ants on the ground, the air currents in the sky, the dust in the void, the dew drops on the blades of grass, and even the tiniest microbes.

Bang, bang, bang......

Suddenly, the world jumped.

It was as if he heard the voice of his heart.

An enlightenment surged into his heart.

This is the world of throwing knives.

Just now, it was his divine soul and the flying knife that fused into one.

To be exact, it is the artistic conception of flying knives.

The artistic conception of the flying knife now is obviously completely different from before.

The artistic conception of the flying knife is like a miniature world of its own.

This is the reason why the sword intent of the gods is integrated into it.

No, now the sword intent of the gods is no longer the sword intent of the gods, but the divine intent of Lin Mu's flying sword.

And that's not all.

This miniature world is still getting smaller and compressing.

As if in an instant, and like 10,000 years, the miniature world of the flying knife has shrunk infinitely, and finally became a pole.

Airplanes!

Then Lin Mu's consciousness jumped out of the flying knife.

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Throwing knife pole!

His flying knife artistic conception instantly jumped over an unknown number of steps and reached a new level.

Lin Mu had a faint premonition that this level was a bit similar to a first-class mystery.

Now, the pole of the knife can't really be considered a pole.

There, if you feel it carefully, there is an extremely subtle area.

It's just that this field, too small to sense, is like a dot.

Even so, it's an incredible realm.

This realm is even beyond what Lin Mu can describe in all the books he has read.

Buzzing!

When he looked at Zhou Fushen again, his gaze was no longer scrupulous, only absolutely cold.

Nearly three miles away, Zhou Fushen, who had fled to the edge of the academy wall, suddenly felt a chill in his body and mind.

After catching it, he found that it was Lin Mu who was despised by him who brought him this terrible feeling.

"How is that possible!"

Zhou Fushen was shocked.

He is a great martial artist, Lin Mu is still only a martial artist, and he is two great realms behind, how can Lin Mu pose a threat to him.

But this surprise was only fleeting.

Soon, glancing at the wall above him, disdain appeared on his face.

Don't say it's Lin Mu, even if Xu Canglie can't do anything about him now.

With a single jump, he can leap over the wall and into the area where the Crusade Alliance is located.

"Lin Mu, you hate me very much?"

Immediately, he looked at Lin Mu and sneered, "Yes, I know, you hate me very much." ”

"In the academy, I have been suppressed many times, and even the alien fire was almost taken away, and now I have successfully plotted against Xu Canglie, who has a great favor to you, it is natural for you to hate me."

"But I'm waiting for you, if you have the ability, come to me for revenge, and see if I kill you first, or if you kill me first."

As he spoke, he leaped and slammed up the wall.

"Hahaha, Lin Mu, Lin Mu, you are a waste."

"No matter how talented you are, you can only watch your benefactor be killed again and again."

"First the old man of the Lin family, then the old man of the star, now it's Xu Pifu's turn, there will be more people who will die because of you in the future, you wait."

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