To say that the word killing is actually the most insubstantial, the so-called anger of the husband and the blood splash of five steps, in the eyes of literati and rioters, the word killing is probably the most untechnical work.

Compared with Gou Jian's unpaid taste, with a flick of the wrist and a force, the killing of the white knife into the red knife is indeed a little less technical.

But killing one is a crime, slaughtering ten thousand is a male, and slaughtering nine million is a male in the male.

Yiyi Bai Qikeng killed 400,000 Zhao soldiers, although he didn't do it, but the order came out of his mouth, now when it comes to Bai Qi, no one talks about it as a thief, admirers call it a killing god, and those who are jealous will also say a word of slaughter.

In Xiang Chen's view, killing anger is not separated, and these two are also the basic framework of his martial intentions.

So he knows how to kill, although he understands, but he is still ignorant, so in the face of the ghost master's question, he nodded, but then shook his head and said: "I understand, but I don't understand it very well, your way of killing one hundred and eight singles, I got stuck when I saw the thirteenth." ”

Who knew that the ghost lord could hear this, but he suddenly stretched out a finger and pointed it at Xiang Chen's forehead.

The latter was shocked, although he was faced with such an existence, he didn't want to be caught, so he wanted to struggle, but as soon as he wanted to raise his feet, he found that his whole person had lost control of his body, and in Xiang Chen's eyes, that finger seemed to be a groundbreaking Pangu axe, and it fell down so mightily.

The ghost lord is a point down.

A finger was pointed on Xiang Chen's forehead.

There is no energy fluctuation on this finger, not to mention the martial arts master's Gang Qi, which is known as the supreme energy of heaven and earth, even the true yuan that Xiang Chen is familiar with has not been seen at all, but such an ordinary and simple finger, when it is pointed on Xiang Chen's forehead, he is like falling into the abyss.

In the first second, Xiang Chen felt that he was dead, as if there was a treacherous villain sneaking up on him, the death was not clear, in Xiang Chen's senses, he seemed to have gone through a reincarnation, went to the Nai He Bridge and drank Meng Po soup, and also met King Qin Guang, but when he was reincarnated in the Six Dao Livestock, Xiang Chen didn't understand why he died.

The light and shadow receded, time and space shuttled, Xiang Chen regained control of his body, everything in the underworld was far away from him, he looked at everything in front of him in a daze, and the sweat had already soaked his whole body.

"I really know how to kill." The scholar-like ghost master withdrew his finger and chuckled, "That finger just now, understand?" ”

"I don't know much about ......" Xiang Chen replied truthfully, still having palpitations.

"That's the way of assassination, assassination emphasizes no joy, no sorrow, no anger and no jealousy in the heart, life is like a fruit on the table, and like a bead curtain in front of the bed, I play with it at will, give and take, and you have no grudges, just life." The ghost lord bears the hand.

Xiang Chen pondered for a moment, re-experienced the previous feeling and said: "I probably understand, it's just that I don't agree with me, my killing path is angry killing dao." ”

The killing path is vast and majestic, and there are many martial arts masters who follow the killing path, and everyone's understanding is naturally different.

The ghost lord has a little appreciation for this young man who has embarked on the path of killing, in his opinion, some of the martial arts masters who cultivate the so-called way of wind and snow are too pretentious, and they are pretentious, and the martial arts are originally for the purpose of killing, and it is enough to strengthen the body and cultivate the sentiment of cultivating the old man's fist.

After all, a lot of martial arts are harmful to others and not good for yourself.

The ghost master also cultivates the killing dao, but he is different from Xiang Chen, the killing dao only occupies a part of his martial arts, and his martial intent is a fusion of the killing dao and the soul dao.

But this does not mean that his martial intent is above Xiang Chen's future angry killing path, whether it is dedicated to one point or widely accepted, everyone understands this matter differently, martial intent, in fact, there is no distinction between superior and inferior, the difference is only in people. Three k

For example, the yin and yang martial intent of the sword master of the demon capital, when he first comprehended it, he was called a weak, and he was ridiculed by the martial artists of his generation.

The ghost master stepped forward and picked up the rice paper that had been dried, rolled it up patiently, and then handed it to Xiang Chen's hand and said: "Take it, these one hundred and eight words are my one hundred and eight understandings of the way of killing, not all of them are suitable for you, but they will also help to some extent, and how much you can take from them and integrate them into your own martial intent depends on your own ability." ”

I was naturally flattered by this dust, but I also knew the truth that "the elders give, dare not resign, resign disrespectfully, and deserve it", so I bowed down to the rice paper and thanked him.

If it is a different person, then it is really a happy "Gift Map" of the elders and juniors, but this white-faced middle-aged man is a terrifying ghost master in the martial arts world, with thousands of souls in his hands, and there are not many people and beasts, so after giving the picture, his words made Xiang Chen's respect stiff.

"Now that I've got the paper, let's talk about why I trespassed into my courtyard. I'll give you three sentences, and if you can't convince me, you can go back with your killing reincarnation. ”

The boys were sweating for him.

Xiang Chen spoke, and the first sentence was: "My name is Xiang Chen." ”

"First sentence." The ghost lord said flatly.

"Twenty-two this year."

"Second sentence."

The heart of the pale boy on the side was pinched, and he secretly scolded Xiang Chen for being really a talent, and the ghost master gave him three sentences, but the first two sentences were useless.

"They say the Night Wanderer is my brother." After finishing the three sentences, Xiang Chen looked at the back of the ghost master, "It's over." ”

A sinister aura from nowhere swept away, Xiang Chen only saw the hands of the ghost master with his back to him pinched it behind him, and then the eight-foot striped ebony table was plowed out of the cracks, and the pen mountain on it was also broken on the spot.

The peach blossom trees were even more shaved and their petals fell, and most of them were bald in the blink of an eye.

The cang-faced boy was shocked, no one dared to touch every flower or grass in the ghost lord's courtyard, and there was no need to guess what kind of turmoil this jade-faced killing god was in his heart at this time.

The ghost lord seemed to have thought of something, and suddenly turned around to look at Xiang Chen: "Could it be that you are Xiang Chen?" ”

Xiang Chen looked inexplicable when he asked this, if his memory was not biased, he should have introduced himself just now, but he still nodded yes.

The ghost lord didn't speak, just glanced at Xiang Chen from top to bottom, and after a while, he waved his hand and said to the cangyan boy, "You retreat first", and when there were only two people in the courtyard, he and Xiang Chen, the ghost lord suddenly smiled, and the smile was as bright as the peach petals in the courtyard.

Xiang Chen was terrified in his heart.

I can't help but be frightened, the person in front of him is really emotionally changeable, making people confused, just entering the room with a high-ranking person looking like a master of the Tao scolded Fang Xuan, and then it seems that the person who loves talent teaches the way to the juniors, and then it is sunny to cloudy, and the three sentences are not clear, and the blood will be splashed with blood for five steps, and finally the ground is very close to the peach blossoms.

If it weren't for this person's strength, Xiang Chen would have been unable to help but smash this demon to death with one punch.

At this time, I only heard the ghost master ask: "Little junior brother, the teacher is an old man, are you okay?" ”

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