(Forgive me, Grandpa Mao, I checked it just now, only to find out that this sentence is your poem, I'm afraid that I won't be a river crab now, really, this sentence is just in line with the plot, please forgive me...... ）

Chu Fei's sickle danced with the smell of death, many people thought that this was Chu Fei's own awakening, of course, the solid capital Jindan Void Realm is real, but the real Chu Fei, whether it is Chu Fei or not, only a few people know or know.

Long Ying and Ren Fenglai didn't know, they thought that the young man in front of them was Chu Fei, an otherworldly Chu Fei. Although he still hasn't practiced, he still wields a scythe with his own baicao and peculiar Tai Chi exercises.

However, Qi Ergou didn't think so, the Chu Jingyi in front of him was indeed his own original ability, and it was not even as fierce as the vicious dog he was a child like a crazy meat grabber, but he was indeed not Chu Jingyi: because of that look.

The evil gathered in his eyes was very strong, Qi Ergou didn't feel that there was anything wrong, because evil is evil, and it is better to live than anything else, those so-called righteousness are bullshit in front of the starving ghosts, as early as the beginning, they have no righteousness. That look is very rampant, there is nothing wrong with this at all, whether it is an unprovoked provocation or a provocation, Chu Jingyi can do it to the extreme, and there is still nothing.

It's the dazedness in the eyes, yes, it's the dazedness, it's very wrong. Because no matter what time it is, Chu Jingyi will not be at a loss, he is indeed not sunny enough, not bright enough, and even greedy for money and forgetting righteousness. But he was afraid of death, because that was his hope to live. There are some things that cannot be won, so you choose to give up, but this is only a choice to give up, not a choice to give up hope.

Chu Jingyi's hope is to live, because only by living can he do a lot of things, whether it is seeking wealth or power, not to mention revenge, he needs to live even more.

But the dazedness in Chu Jing's eyes now is not at a loss, not loneliness, but giving up, giving up life and death, giving up the concept of life and death. In other words, it is to look at the wall between life and death very thinly and lightly, and to ignore life to the extreme, even one's own life has become indifferent and has lost the desire for life.

Then, he is definitely not Chu Fei.

There are also many people who know that this is not Chu Fei.

Lin Xiangru knew, Lian Po knew, Zhao Kuo knew, Li Mu knew, and even the priest Shen Junluo and Zongjiao knew.

These big names don't know because of their eyes, but because of a story they know. When they saw the black stick slash a cold light, they recognized the scythe, the one that was really called the ghost scythe.

On the list of 100 weapons in the Xuanmen, there are actually not many swords, but as long as there are them, they really can't be judged by ranking. However, some swords are in the forefront, and I really don't know what to think of the strength of these swords.

The fifth place on the list of 100 weapons of Xuanmen - Buddha knife.

This is the saber of the great general Li Mu, and the whole body is composed of gold and white, which is extremely noble and extremely sharp. As the name suggests, the Buddha is manifest.

The so-called Buddha knife is taken from the sentence "put down the butcher knife and become a Buddha on the ground", which is very straightforward.

But very few people can really understand this sentence, and in this troubled world, no one understands this knife. Because, the so-called butcher's knife is not the Buddha knife in front of you.

The battlefield is the battlefield, and only by fighting can we make peace, and only by fighting to the end and fighting to victory can there be peace, and only by fighting can there be peace, and war can be stopped. Therefore, a general like Li Mu is really not a person who puts down his knife so easily.

In the past two hundred years, as a soldier, few have been valued by Haotian or Xuantian, or the heroes of the Seven Kingdoms. The first is Tu Shuai, one of the five saints, and then there is Bai Qi Wang Jian of the Qin State, Li Mu Lianpo of the Zhao State, and the four famous generals of the Warring States Period, these four people.

The Buddha knife is indeed the product of ending the war with war, and the first thing he stopped was the butcher knife in front of him: the ghost sickle.

Many people know that Li Mu became famous in a fight, and the Buddhist sword also became famous in a fight, but no one knows which battle it was and which knife it was. Because, including the two religions, this story has been sealed, because of some reasons why the two religions or heaven and earth don't like it.

When the ghost sickle appeared on the field, Shen Junluo in the tent frowned slightly, but did not speak, his eyes were still looking at the chess game that had been lost in front of him.

"It should have been borrowed from General Lian Po. Li Mu said simply.

"This kid is only awakened by fiery eyes, and he is really a waste, but his mental power is a little strong, and he should not be summoned, but he summoned it. Shen Junluo said unhappily.

The silent Zong Prison who was standing on the side silently touched the handle of his knife, the movement was very light and slow, and ordinary people couldn't notice it at all, but how many of the people in this tent were ordinary people?

Li Mu stretched out his hand and touched a pawn, and said calmly: "No need. ”

This does not have to be said naturally, the prison does not have to go out of the knife.

And Yun Xuan, who hadn't spoken much, still asked, "Is this child going to grow up?"

"A dead person can't grow a head, and when he dies, he can't lose his flesh or bones, and he can't shrink water. Shen Junluo looked at the chessboard and said coldly.

When Li Mu heard this, he smiled and said, "Lord Priest, why bother, this kid is not valuable, but now it is very important." ”

Shen Junluo was suddenly very puzzled, but his heart was tight, and he hurriedly asked, "Why is it important?"

Li Mu sighed and said, "We have entered the casino outside. ”

After listening to this, Shen Junluo was almost not angry with him. But the priest is a priest after all, and when it is time to lose his temper, he will not fall down once, and when he does not need to lose his temper, he will naturally not lose his temper.

Seeing that Shen Junluo didn't speak, Li Mu hurriedly said: "The audience also received money, and they can't deal with it indiscriminately, if something really happens, I will definitely be the first to go up." ”

Shen Junluo looked at the middle-aged man in front of him and suddenly felt funny. Even if you became the protagonist or survivor of that story in the end, I didn't see you the first to go up, you coward.

There is indeed something wrong with the oni scythe, so even the priest is very concerned about his existence. But not only because of strength, but also because of the story that the two religions don't want to mention.

But Chu Jingyi also has problems, the biggest problem is that neither Yun Xuan nor Shen Junluo regarded him as a problem. Not to mention that the meridians are all broken, the virtual realm that has been cultivated is just a fiery eye, and it is really not a big problem.

Fiery eyes, compared to ordinary eyes, I don't know how many times stronger. But it's still just a matter of seeing something extra, it's not a big deal. You must know that not everyone can reach the Xiangyuan period, let alone the Jindan sage, so whether it is Xiangyuan or Jindan, it is very impossible for them. Therefore, the existence of the virtual realm is a possibility.

It's like a credit card, and you pay in advance.

At that time, people definitely didn't know what credit cards were, but they knew what kind of existence the virtual realm in front of them was, and even if they knew what a credit card was, then this virtual realm was much better than a credit card. Because, this doesn't have to be paid back at all.

But there are also disadvantages, because it is not clear what comes out of the void.

For example, fiery eyes.

The speed is unprecedented, the strength is unprecedented, the mana is unprecedented, and even the physique is unprecedented, but the eyes are unprecedented, what's the use.

It's also a little useful, but it's a bit useful to stand guard.

Therefore, when people know that they are sharp-eyed, some people who understand will still inevitably sigh.

At this point, even Ren Fenglai, who had been to the Xiangyuan period, felt a little pity.

Of course, people still pay more attention to the game, at least Qi Ergou pays more attention than anyone else, because he firmly believes that Chu Fei will return to this body.

Without the seal of the Tai Chi Bagua Serial Palm, He Ning's skill recovered to eighty percent at the beginning of the competition. Even if there is nothing earth-shattering in your hands, you can still have the upper hand.

However, the word "may" can become "may", and sometimes it cannot become "can".

Chu Jingyi's ghost sickle slashed through each knife like flowing water, and after colliding with the three-foot shocking sky, it seemed that there was some strength left, accompanied by gusts of breeze, it actually turned into a knife wind, cutting through He Ning's armor again and again, and slashing at He Ning's body.

Coupled with the footwork of Baicao under his feet and the Tai Chi exercises around his body, the shaking body has become a reed in the lake with a knife wind, whether you are a fish or a boat, even if it is a rainstorm in the sky, I can still touch it, and even entangle, but you can't hurt it.

He Ning was a little scared at the moment, he felt that the injuries on his face and body were not serious, but they were very cold. With Chu Jingyi's red eyes, it was more like looking at a dead corpse.

Since he took the initiative to attack, Chu Fei only said one sentence, to be precise, he said this sentence repeatedly: It's too slow.

Many people thought it was He Ning's movements, and yes, in the face of such a speedy Chu Fei, He Ning's movements were indeed too slow. But Chu Fei's was too slow, and he knew it himself: he felt that time was too slow.

Because of his sharp eyes, he always feels very slow to see things, and time does not seem to go second by second, but minute by minute, whether it is He Ning's defense or the audience's gaze, it is so slow and boring. Only when there was blood on He Ning's body that Chu Fei felt something interesting.

This is different from the previous fatal Chu Fei, and it is even contradictory, because this is death. But now he did.

Because as some people know, he is not Chu Fei.

In the dream, Chu Fei looked at the old man on the pile of white bones, he was very angry, he had rarely been cheated by others and calculated by others for so many years, but today he was really pitted, really calculated, really annoyed.

And he certainly didn't want to end up like this, or rather admit it. The involvement with the outside world became less and less because of the old man's obstacles, but he also vaguely felt that something was wrong, and it was still the same sentence: too slow.

That's right, Chu Fei also felt that it was too slow at the moment. He felt himself gradually weakening, at first running to the pile of bones to walking and even crawling, his body was being stripped away, but he always felt very slow, because he felt that the old man was dragging something, waiting for something.

What is there to hesitate about, don't you just want to go out? But why, it always feels like this old man is waiting for something.

But Chu Fei didn't hesitate this time, he felt that the old man's hesitation was not in him, but in something else, so he didn't feel that there was any hole that he needed to fill. He still crawled on.

Finally, it should be considered final, Chu Fei climbed to the foot of that "mountain", the foot of the white bones or flesh and blood heads.

You have to climb up, the old man is at the top, he has to drag this old bastard down and use his body, so he won't give it up.

Maybe it was anger, Chu Fei's speed of climbing to the top became significantly faster.

But the mountain is very high, and I don't know how many people this old bastard has killed, and many white bones will be broken when they step on it, and they will slide down a lot in the middle of the road.

Chu Fei has never been afraid of the dead, and he is even more afraid of the dead, so he doesn't worry about stepping on a few pieces, whether it is a sin or not, but it is always broken, always slippery, he is still very unhappy, because it is very tiring to crawl, besides, what if the old bastard runs out.

So, he had to find some flesh-and-blood stepping stones so that he wouldn't slip down.

After that, his effectiveness became significantly higher, and he climbed faster, and even he had an inexplicable little excitement.

But he didn't see it, but an inexplicable little sadness appeared on the old man's face.

Tiger poison does not eat children, if it does.

The father is kind and the son is filial, but what if he is not merciful.

Chu Fei felt that the old man was getting closer and closer, and naturally he was working harder and harder, this dream was really realistic, he even felt that his sweat was coming out, he had nothing to wipe the sweat, he shook his head, waved his hand, and the sweat naturally flew away a lot, flying on the corpse, on his hands or on his face.

Chu Fei didn't go to see them, but if he climbed too much, he would naturally still watch, not watching, but checking, after all, what the stepping stones look like, whether they are good or not, this is very important.

Overwork, overexcitement, and over-seriousness are not good things after all.

At this moment, he finally realized something—those unobscure stepping stones.

A stepping stone of flesh and blood.

Those stepping stones are all dead heads, and the head is not easy to break with the neck, so it is naturally easy to climb and pedal, but climbing up again and again, Chu Fei couldn't help but see those faces.

Xu is tired, and his eyes are spent, those faces feel very similar, more and more similar, more and more like a person's face, of course not his, he is not dead yet.

But who would that be?

Chu Fei hadn't seen it, at least he hadn't seen it before. It was a child's face, a child's face that laughed, cried, and made trouble, innocent, and that's probably it.

Then, Chu Fei felt that this was an illusion, but when he felt that it was an illusion, it became a thousand illusions.

It seemed that at the moment when he had an illusion, all the dead bodies on the pile of bones, whether they were dead or flesh and blood, seemed to be watered by his sweat: open.

It wasn't the flowers, but the faces, the human faces—the child's faces.

Chu Fei seemed to understand something all of a sudden.

When he looked at the mountain and the old man on the mountain, he was chained to a big iron chain, and he always felt that the iron chain was tied to the old man, and now it seems that the child was chained.

That old man is actually waiting, waiting for this child to go out.

Suddenly, the child in front of Chu Fei laughed, laughed out loud, and even opened his eyes that had never been opened, maybe it was sarcasm, but it was really painful, like a poem:

When the mountains are full of flowers, he laughs in the bushes!