Chapter 37 Three Styles of Residual Knife

Zifeng carefully opened the vines outside the cave entrance, a dry breath came to his face, the cave is not very deep, about a dozen zhang deep, there is a room the size of a room, the wall is inlaid with several bowl-sized moonstones, so that the whole cave is full of soft light, such a large moonstone Zifeng is the first time to see.

He looked carefully at the contents of the room and found that there was nothing but a futon in front of him. However, the futon looked as clean as new, which was very different from the dusty scene around it.

There is a line of text on the wall facing the futon, Zifeng is facing the wall and looking: The old man has been running all his life, being a knife maniac, a martial idiot, tossing and turning, and winning countless battles. Admired by tens of thousands of people, he thought he had no wish, but he was old and had no heirs, and he was like a dream. The search for the road was unsuccessful, and the end of the year was in this barren mountain and wilderness, leaving the three types of residual knives, and those who hoped to have a fate would get it.

Zifeng muttered as he read it, and as soon as he finished reading, the words on the wall began to wriggle strangely, twisting and entangled, and then began to split again, turning into a glowing image of the void, the image floated in the air, and slowly approached Zifeng.

Zifeng didn't move during the whole process, he knew that if the other party wanted to harm himself, Zifeng had no possibility of escaping at all, after all, he was only a late-stage martial artist realm, and compared to these hermit powerhouses, it was insignificant.

The image soon came to Zifeng, and with a 'boom', it shrank into his mind, and Zifeng suddenly had an image in his mind: an old man with a beard and long beard, holding a willow branch, dancing, and reading in his mouth, the first form: the wind sweeps away the fallen leaves. The old man's willow rolled lightly, and he didn't see the slightest fluctuation of the yuan force, and the fallen leaves on the ground seemed to be rolled up by the wind, and with the swing of the willow branches, they swirled, and the scene was indescribably soft, but at the moment when the willow branches were frozen, the fallen leaves also turned into a giant dragon with teeth and claws, roaring out, and a wild force suddenly burst out.

The second style: the torrential rain breaks the rock, and the willow seems to be waving more slowly at this time, but an orderly rhythm constantly shakes on the willow branches between the waves, as if it is hitting in one direction, and it seems to be adjusting in any direction. A torrential rain poured down, the willow dance in the old man's hand stopped, and the raindrops never penetrated the small willow branches and fell on the old man, and he was always excluded. And the raindrops that were drained by the willow branches, falling on the rock in the distance, were very light, but they broke through the whole rock.

The third type: As soon as the situation is decided, the old man is holding the willow in the air, and the willow branch is waved, Zifeng didn't see any movement clearly, so he stopped. Zifeng calmed down, kept recalling this trick, and found that he couldn't remember anything, and the picture ended. Zifeng can only return to the previous scene.

At this time, there was no word on the wall, and a generation of strong people finally turned into a pure land. Without the slightest pretension, Zifeng knelt on the futon respectfully, facing the empty wall, and sincerely bowed three times and nine times to bow to the teacher.

After the ceremony, Zifeng got up and was about to leave, and suddenly there was a bright light on the opposite wall, and the virtual image of the old man appeared, the old man smiled, and a voice of vicissitudes passed through the shackles of time: dust to dust, earth to earth, my sword emperor finally has an heir, remember, a cut of the world can not be used at a critical moment. In addition, this Xuantian futon will be given to you, if you are a greedy person, your soul will have already been scattered, remember, you can't use it easily......

The old man's voice grew fainter and weaker until it disappeared...... Zifeng bowed respectfully a few times, put away the seemingly ordinary futon on the ground, looked at it for a long time, and didn't know what material it was made of. After that, Zifeng took the moonstone from the wall and carefully covered the hole before continuing to jump down towards the bottom of the cliff.

Soon, he came to the bottom of the cliff, a clear river flowed slowly in the steep canyon, Zifeng cleaned the blood stains on his body, and simply changed into clean clothes, and saw a snow-white second-level wind wolf appear in front of him, without a trace of variegation on his body, it was simply a mythical existence among wolves.

Zifeng weighed it and decided to take a risk and try it, now there is still a day before the end of the hunt, so there is no delay. Thinking of doing it, Zifeng slowly approached the wind wolf in front of him, but he was still more than ten meters away before he was discovered. The wind wolf looked at Zifeng with annoyance, as if Zifeng's unreasonable behavior had offended its dignity.

A majestic wolf howl echoed through the canyon, 'whoa', 'whoa'...... Immediately afterwards, wolf howls sounded one after another, and the chaotic footsteps, from far and near, sounded, and the forest birds were frightened. Zifeng looked like a great enemy at this time, it seemed that the one in front of him was not an ordinary wind wolf, it should be the king of the wolf pack, it was definitely too late to run now, Zifeng slowly retreated to the rock wall, at least here, there is one side that does not need to be defended......

Soon Zifeng's sight saw a pack of wind wolves covering the sky, and the snow-white wind wolf stood on the mound not far away, howling and giving orders...... The wolves did not attack immediately under its orders, as if they were playing, step by step, neatly approaching Zifeng*, and the surroundings were quiet, only the sound of approaching footsteps.

Zifeng clenched the ink knife in his hand and gritted his teeth, what happened yesterday made him feel an urge to vent in his heart, if he wants to fight, what is my Wu Zifeng afraid of, come on. Zifeng didn't wait for the wind wolf to approach, so he rushed forward with the ink knife first, poured vitality into his arms, and with a knife, he slashed at the head of the wolf in front with the weight of the ink knife, and the wolf's head burst open, screaming and falling to the side.

In fact, Zifeng knows the weakness of the wolf, the copper head and iron bone tofu waist, but what Zifeng wants is such a hearty battle, and only the battle will make him forget everything.

With this blow, the whole scene suddenly became chaotic, and the cyan wind blade fell towards Zifeng's body like raindrops, Zifeng brandished the ink knife, and he didn't care about the wind blade, it was a chaotic fight, chopping, smashing, splitting, and rolling...... From time to time, his left hand threw out a few talismans, and Zifeng had nothing else in his mind, only persistence, persistence. Arms, thighs, chest, and back were hit by countless wind blades, and Zifeng just subconsciously dodged the fatal damage......

I don't know how long it took, but with a wolf howl, the biting wolves temporarily retreated. At this time, Zifeng's body was already scarred, blood was flowing sideways, and the dead wolf corpses were lying all around, Zifeng was holding the knife body a little weakly, but his body was standing straight, the wolves had not retreated, and he couldn't rest. Letting the blood slowly drip down, his eyes fearlessly met the Snow Wolf King in the distance......

At this time, the sun began to shine on the bottom of the canyon, first the small river, then the wind wolf king, the wolves, and then the sub-wind. At the moment of touching, the Snow Wolf King roared, and more than twenty sturdy wind wolves pounced together, followed by more than two dozen wind wolves, and at the same time, countless wind blades on both sides were overwhelming, and in an instant, Zifeng was submerged and disappeared without a trace......