After listening to the introduction of the Hulu Mountain God, Yang Ye finally understood a little more about this creation space, and he had long been accustomed to being casual and peaceful, and he knew the grim situation he was facing, but he didn't feel much discomfort.

"In life, except for the Da Luo Jin Immortal Mixed Yuan Saint who transcends the sea of suffering and crosses to the other side, no one can really control his own destiny. Therefore, instead of stopping, it is better to fight bravely, and maybe we can fight for a brilliant tomorrow. ”

Yang Ye knows very well that at the moment, it is a strong enemy approaching, and he can't tolerate his long sighs and complains, and it is imperative to use the advantages of the pre-existing plot to seriously lay out and maximize his combat ability.

"Lord Mountain God, apart from giving me the seven-colored lotus flower in advance, what other help can you provide me?"

The god of Hulu Mountain asked in surprise: "What, isn't it enough to give you the seven-colored lotus?" ”

Yang Ye smiled awkwardly: "Originally, it was enough, but now there are five more senior Saint Chosen strong enemies." I think you'd better give me more help, otherwise it's going to be hard to save this world. ”

"I can ask Condor to help you."

"Of course it's good that Condor can come to help me, but it's not that kind of help that I need most."

"And what help do you need?"

"Please instruct me in immortal arts and martial arts, and make me stronger. In fact, I don't want to hide behind a group of children and command them to fight to the death against a strong enemy, I want to go to the battlefield myself. After all, the Chosen One are my enemies, and I will defeat them in my own strength. ”

The god of Hulu Mountain was finally shocked: "Should I praise you for having great ambitions, or should I scold you for being arrogant and ignorant?" You, a rookie savior who hasn't yet experienced the first story world, have the courage to rely on your own strength to defeat five veteran Chosen ones who have experienced at least six or more story worlds. Are you sure you're not talking in your sleep? ”

Yang Ye's face was firm: "When people live, they always have to have some dreams. Perhaps, this dream will come true."

The Gourd Mountain God originally wanted to say more, but when he remembered the mysterious fighting spirit that erupted when this person stiffened the Divine Condor's third divine punishment, he suddenly changed his mind.

"It's impossible to teach you immortal arts. The immortal gate is difficult to enter, the immortal road is difficult to walk, and the immortal path cultivation in the Creation Hall is different from any other kind of enhancement, if there is no great perseverance, great wisdom and great creation, only with the creation of coin points and skill scrolls is not able to achieve the immortal road. ”

"Look at the total number of Holy Chosen Ones in the Creation Temple, there are no less than 4,000 people, but there are less than 100 people who use immortal cultivation as the direction of strengthening. At present, you are just a newcomer, you can't cultivate immortals, you can only learn martial arts. ”

"I'm just an innate god in a small world, and I've never experienced the stage of mortal cultivation, so I don't know anything about mortal martial arts, so I can't directly give you advice and teaching."

"However, fortunately, I have been favored by your boss Creation Child, and I have visited hundreds of barbaric battlefields in my dreams, and I have seen many peak martial arts powerhouses among human beings, and I have a deep memory of the martial arts they have performed."

"Later, when you follow the Condor into my body to pick the colorful lotus, I can share these memories of mine with you."

Yang Ye suddenly clenched his fists and said, "Thank you, Lord Mountain God, for your success!" ”

The gourd mountain god didn't continue to say more, his gray eyes suddenly opened, and the shout rumbled again: "Divine eagle, you quickly return to your position and go and open the lotus passage for this old man!" ”

After receiving the order, the Condor transformed, first from a human form into a golden Condor, and then from a golden Condor into a golden lotus leaf that could be stepped on by one person, and then floated to Yang Ye's feet.

Yang Ye jumped up decisively and stepped on the lotus leaves. This lotus leaf was like a magic carpet in the Western magic world, carrying Yang Ye and flying towards the abdomen of the huge body of the gourd mountain god.

Before he flew for a long time, he saw a long passage more than one person high open in the abdomen of the mountain god's body. Along the way, I saw a golden light flashing through.

The lotus leaf carried Yang Ye and floated steadily into the golden light channel.

As soon as Yang Ye entered the passage, he felt as if he had entered another world. The first thing that caught his eye was a man with a fierce appearance like a demon, with a black lacquered face, a thick face, and his hair was not braided, but fluffy and piled up on his head.

But seeing him wave a treasure knife with gold and silver wires inlaid with the shape of the hook moon on the hilt of the knife, and unfolded a great knife technique, I saw that when he made the knife, the virtual and the real changed, and the weight was light, and the swallowing was uncertain. In the knife technique, there are not only winding, slipping, twisting, rubbing, pumping, and intercepting moves, but also unfolding, wiping, hooking, chopping, chopping, and splitting changes, which can be described as the ultimate in the mystery of the tricks.

Yang Ye stood on top of the lotus leaf and carefully observed the exquisite sword technique of this swordsman who looked like Zhang Fei, and appreciated the benefits, so that all the incomprehensions encountered in the ten years of martial arts practice could be solved one by one.

Just when Yang Ye was immersed in the changes in the sword technique and thinking hard, the scenery in front of him suddenly changed, and it turned to a sunset.

As the sun sets, thousands of miles of desolation and cold, there is only a lonely black-clothed young man in heaven and earth, his face is handsome and outstanding, but it looks like it is made of ice and snow on the distant mountains.

His eyes were empty and lonely, as if he could see death at any moment.

He walked in a strange and peculiar manner, taking a step forward with his left foot and slowly following with his right foot, and it seemed that each step was very difficult.

His hand clutched a knife - a knife with the color of death!

This knife is not expensive or inconspicuous, with a black scabbard and a black hilt, perhaps in the eyes of many people, it is an ugly knife.

When the boy drew the sword, it became a magical knife, and its light was brighter and faster than lightning, and no one could see the knife clearly!

The knife had become a derivative of the boy's arm, and it was one with his thoughts, and the speed of the knife was still above his thoughts, and when the thoughts arrived, the knife was already in that position. The so-called line cares first, and that's probably what it means.

"Where there is a knife, there are people, and there are people who have a knife." "The knife is in the person, and the knife is dead." This is the lame boy's knife!

Looking at the magic knife, Yang Ye let out a cold sweat from his joy, the path of martial arts is really broad and profound.

It turns out that the knife is meant to be used in this way! For a long time, I was just a frog at the bottom of a well; Ten years of penance, just climbing the peak of the mountain only to the foot of the mountain.

Here, Yang Ye had just received a revelation, with the meaning of enlightenment, and the scenery over there changed again, becoming a calm and peaceful, night after heavy snowfall, with a bright full moon rising in the sky.

Under the full moon, Shi Shiran, a young man full of vitality, full of vitality, mature and stable, with self-confidence that surpasses everything, walked in. From the snow he walked on, there were no footprints to be seen. There was a knife stuck diagonally in his belt, a knife of a very peculiar form!

This is a sheathed knife, black scabbard, the blade is green, green as a distant mountain, green as a spring tree, green as a lake.

The green sword light, curved, seemed to be a crescent moon at the beginning, and suddenly turned into a flying rainbow, even if it was not unsheathed, it could reveal a compelling murderous aura.

It's also a demonic and terrifying knife. The knife is engraved with the poem "Xiaolou listens to the spring rain all night", just like a sudden light in the dark.

Moonlight. Full moon.

The young man's knife skills are even more powerful. His knife has not changed, but it contains the essence of all the changes in the knife technique. All parts, timing, power, and velocity are precisely calculated to push all of their power to the limit.

His sword is earth-shattering and indestructible.

The knife is an extension of the human arm, an entity that manifests itself externally in the mind, and as long as the mind wants to destroy that thing, it can destroy it to what extent.

The knife is me, and I am still me. This is the knife of the confident youth!

Looking at this confident young man's sword technique with magical power, Yang Ye fell into deep confusion again, and he began to wonder what was the peak realm of sword technique?

Is it "the unity of man and knife, and the man and knife are not separated"? Or is it "the knife is me, I am still me"?

Me and the knife, who is the soul? Who is the body? Who is the Lord? Who is a servant? Should the knife be sincere to people, or should people control the knife?

Yang Ye began to fall into a thick martial arts barrier, in the confusion, he drew the knife in his hand, looked up to the sky and let out a long roar, the sound was like thunder, with the whistling sound, the full moon in the snow, the youth magic knife disappeared without a trace like a dream bubble, and then replaced with another scene.

The cold wind was like a knife, thousands of miles of snow, a carriage rolled in, and the rolling wheels crushed the ice and snow on the ground, but it could not crush the loneliness between heaven and earth.

On the carriage sat a man who was no longer young, drinking and holding a knife and carving a statue of a beauty.

Although he was tall and handsome, he looked very haggard, and he wore a sickly face all the year round, and he bent down and coughed from time to time.

The corners of his eyes were full of wrinkles, and each wrinkle was filled with the sorrows and misfortunes of his life. But his eyes were at the same time deep and bright, full of wisdom, and his gaze was full of boredom, mockery, but also great sympathy.

This is a very mature, very secure person, who can be completely trusted, who can be completely relied on.

Suddenly, the man moved, his throwing knives moved. But no one knows where his throwing knife is hidden, and no one knows how his throwing knife is used.

No one could have imagined the speed and power of the knife before it came out. The knife has not been shot, but the spirit of the knife is already there, although it is not murderous, but it is more timiding than murderous.

His knife is a kind of martial arts, but also a realm, and a knife exclusive to salvation.

Suddenly, Yang Ye thought of his own trick of possessing the old man, the knife light that started from danger, eliminated in difficulty, was as quiet as a rock, and moved like thunder, and that trick was a firewood knife that came first.

Although the types of knives and flying knives are different, the spirit is the same, and they are both knives exclusive to salvation!

Yang Ye suddenly understood, in fact, I don't need to care about what is the true peak of sword art, learning the sword to understand the Tao, you don't have to know all about the hundred schools, as long as you can find the knife that really belongs to you, that's enough.

A knife full of flowers and weights is not mine!

The lightning rainbow and the knife that cares about first is not my knife!

The earth-shattering, indestructible knife is not my knife.

My knife is exclusive to salvation, once the knife comes out, it will never be false, and the knife will be killed!

The sound of the Temple of Creation sounded in the Phantom Realm.

"The number M007 rescuer has successfully completed the enlightenment of the sword technique, comprehended the dual meaning of salvation and must be slashed, and his own unique trick firewood knife flying slash has mutated and transformed into a new special skill!"

"Must be cut in one style"!