"Yes and no."

Mo Yu suddenly beckoned, and the black mist horizontal knife flew into his hand, "In that case, you can take it away from my hand." ”

Before his words fell, his figure had already fallen from above in a flash, and he stabbed Wang Xu with a volley.

The world is big, the truth is the greatest, and in the end, it is the things in the hands that are used to reason.

Wang Xu didn't flash, and directly stabbed Mo Wei in the chest with a knife.

Neither of them knew what their purpose was, neither of them dodged, and they all exchanged injuries for injuries.

"Is this your trust?"

Mo Wei looked at the wound on his chest and the atomized ice crystals in front of him, still indifferent.

He slowly raised the black mist horizontal knife in his hand, "It's a pity that in the face of absolute power, everything is useless. ”

The Black Mist Horizontal Knife slowly became extremely slender, eventually doubling the length of a normal horizontal knife.

Mo worried's wrist flicked slightly.

Rumble!!!!

Countless black horizontal knives fell from the sky, hitting the platform with extreme speed, and did not let go of the slightest ground.

The whole platform felt like it had been hit and sunk a lot.

"So, what's the difference between morning and night."

Mo Wei turned his eyes and looked in one direction.

The black light quickly crossed the three curves, breaking through the air from the top, middle and bottom three ways.

"It's just the same result. Pointless struggle. ”

He gave a definition of the fight.

No, or it can't be called a battle, because if in the outside world, the other party has already lost the power to resist when they see the black mist horizontal sword.

Although this person does not know what means are used, it is arrogant to try to steal his power.

"Meaningless ......"

Wang Xu walked out of the black light with a calm face, and he stroked the knife marks on his body, "How can it be meaningless, this is living." Can't you, as a human demon, understand this kind of attachment? ”

Airplanes!!!

The black mist horizontal knife in Mo Wei's hand suddenly chirped inexplicably.

"It's beautiful."

Wang Xu took a deep breath, "Don't you feel that when the swords and soldiers are in contact and your life is hanging by a thread, you feel that you are really alive?" ”

He slowly stretched out his hand, "My knife is in your hand, where is your knife?" ”

When he heard this, Mo Wei finally showed a touch of emotion.

His hand holding the knife suddenly emptied, and he didn't need to look at it to know that the knife had understood where his true owner was.

Wang Xu silently held the black mist horizontal knife that appeared in front of him, and suddenly a feeling of perfection filled his whole body, and at the same time, there was also a kind of longing that also overflowed.

He slowly pointed the knife at Mo Wei, and showed everything with his movements.

"What do you think is the most beautiful?"

Mo Wei smiled faintly, "Only the sword light when you are deprived of life is the most beautiful." ”

"The ultimate nothingness of a person before death and the extreme beauty of the sword bloom are the lifelong pursuit of a swordsman."

With a hint of joy, he said, "But no one can appreciate this beauty, but me." Love, hate, affection, hatred, these mortal things are nothing compared to them, and they are not worth mentioning. ”

Mo Wei slowly stretched out his hand, and a long knife that was also condensed by black mist appeared in his hand.

"Remember, my name is Sword Demon, Yu!"

After he finished speaking, the whole person and the long knife turned into a black line, and swept towards Wang Xu with a tearing aura.

"Will die...... Will die...... Will die! ”

Wang Xu's eyes were all occupied by this black line, and at the same time, a thought came from all over his body, "If you can't stop it, you'll die." ”

All the knife moves he had learned before, as well as the knife techniques he had seen, instantly appeared in his mind, but none of them could stop this black line.

Wang Xu's mind was blank, but surprisingly there was no fear, fear, despair, or hope.

Because all he has is on the knife, on the knife in his hand, so everything is not important, what matters is the more and more irrepressible desire.

When Wang Xu no longer suppressed it, the sword in his hand shone brightly, and then turned him into a part of the black light and condensed it together, colliding with the black line that broke through the air.

Clang!!!

It was obviously an atomized double knife, but it made an extremely pleasant sound at the moment of handover.

The two of them parted at the touch of a button.

Mo Wu's body was still on his side, keeping in a straight line with the long knife in his hand, his feet were fluttering, and he walked with strange steps, moving forward and backward, left and right.

Suddenly, he instantly appeared on Wang Xu's right side, and then turned into a black ray and slashed out quickly.

Clang! Clang! Clang!

Wang Xu also merged with the fog knife in his hand, and a black mist light shrouded behind him, entangled with the black mang.

Suddenly, the two seemingly homologous black rays gradually became distinct in the process of fighting.

The platform shook and shook, and sank incessantly.

Each impact of the two black rays would accelerate the process.

But neither Wang Xu nor Mo Wei cared.

All they have in their eyes now is the knife in each other's hands.

When Wang Xu incarnated as Heimang, he silently experienced the memory of this knife, and gradually instilled his own understanding into it.

Because it's his knife.

"It's really pleasant."

Mo Wei sighed and said.

Originally, Wang Xu felt that he should be a taciturn person, but now it seems that he should be said to be worthy of being a human demon, only interested in what he is obsessed with, and the others are just temporary interests.

The horizontal knife in his hand had changed dramatically at this time.

It's no longer a black mist horizontal knife that glows with mist.

Then a more slender, but sharper weird long knife, although not as long as the long knife in Mo You's hand, but also much longer than the ordinary horizontal knife.

It is engraved with strange wisps of hollow patterns, but if you look closely, there is nothing, everything is like a dream.

"Now that I've picked up my knife, how can I get out of here?"

Wang Xu also posed a strange knife pose, his left arm was holding the knife in his backhand, and the whole person was opposite the blade, looking extremely weird.

"Get out?"

Mo Wei pointed downward, "Aren't you going out now?" ”

As soon as he let go, the long knife in his hand suddenly turned into a black light that flashed into his body.

Mo Wei's figure gradually faded, and finally disappeared without a trace, as if it had not appeared since the beginning.

Only one sentence came out of the empty secluded platform, "Hell is the world, the world is hell, and if it falls on the world, it falls into hell, and naturally it will never recover." ”

Wang Xu frowned, and his intuition told him that this sentence contained a deep meaning, and I am afraid that it was not as simple as it sounded on the surface.

He also let go of his hand, and suddenly, the long knife in his hand also turned into a thin black light and rushed into his body.