Because the butcher is not for himself, because the butcher cannot escape the fate of death if he appears here, whether he wins or loses, because he left the town.

Such a person is very stupid and respectable, just like those old men who chased and killed Su Yan all the way today.

Su Yan's gaze fell on the horizon in the distance, he looked at the white clouds in the sky, looked at the stubborn stones on the wild grass on the ground, looked at the grass hut and looked at the butcher, and remembered the dead old people and the living drunkards and actors in the town today.

Su Yan thoughtfully,

Could it be that this is fate?

Life!

The invisible silk threads criss-cross the heaven and the earth, complicated and mysterious, and the breath of life gently ripples between the heaven and the earth.

Knowing his fate, Su Yan finally knew his fate again.

The butcher's knife was still pinned to his waist, he didn't take the opportunity to make a move, and waited quietly for Su Yan.

The familiar feeling came back again, Su Yan couldn't help but let out a long howl, and the howling sound soared up to the white clouds.

A wheel of life appeared in the body, and the wheel of life kept spinning, emitting a misty white light, which looked like a bright moon at a glance.

The bright moon appears on the sea,

The moon is born on the sea, and the end of the world is at this time.

An invisible fluctuation spread far away, Daomen, Buddhism, Tingyulou, Jianfeng, Imperial Palace, Academy, etc., countless people sensed this breath,

"Who is it? Whose fate has erupted with such a powerful aura," the people who sensed the qi machine asked each other, and one after another powerful aura that made people shudder kept echoing between heaven and earth, trying to find out the source of this aura.

The bright moon appeared on the green hills,

The bright moon rises out of the green mountains, and the vast sea of clouds.

Boom, boom, boom, the sea of clouds suddenly thundered, the whole world dimmed, those thick clouds were running at great speed, gathering, between the clouds silver snake-like lightning danced wildly.

It's like the end of the world.

A cyan figure appeared above the sea of clouds, his long sleeves fluttering, the sword qi around him was like a big river, and his eyes swept through the world like thunder and lightning, and he finally got nothing.

A golden graceful figure appeared in the sky above the listening rain tower, and the divine consciousness was like an ocean of oceans overwhelming, for a long time, and there was nothing to gain.

The master of the Bright Peak turned into a white light, the brilliance of the divine art was about to turn into substance, the eleven light discs rotated so fast that even the space was distorted, and the perfect eyebrows were tightly wrinkled into a distant mountain, for a long time, it was still impossible to calculate.

This kind of thing happened in many places on the mainland, but no one could track down Su Yan here, whether it was his gaze, divine sense, or calculation, because the land around Su Yan was light and light except for the fluctuations at the beginning.

Because a layer of transparent barrier appeared in a radius of thousands of miles around Su Yan, no one could sense it.

This barrier blocks all exploration, whether it is unreckoned or above.

Su Yan quickly found out that something was wrong.

In the past, when he entered the knowledge of fate, all the qi sea and snow mountains in his body disappeared, and they were replaced by that faint wheel of life, which is like now.

The sea of stars is still the same, the green mountains are still the same, and the wheel of life has turned into a bright moon.

He had never heard of such a thing, and he had never read of it in that book.

But he didn't think about it for too long, and he didn't think about it for the time being, he remembered that the butcher was still waiting for him.

......

Su Yan's sword appeared in his hand, and he moved forward flatly.

The butcher's eyes were unabashedly appreciative, and his hand fell on the hilt again.

The sword left its palm, parted the weeds, and the stubborn stone was a foot above the earth, and headed towards the butcher.

It doesn't matter much who comes first and who comes last.

The butcher didn't move, the knife had already arrived in his hand, and his knife never left his hand, quietly waiting for Su Yan's sword.

The sword rose and the wind came, and the knife in front of the butcher made a crisp sound.

The butcher frowned, and the figure suddenly disappeared, and the butcher was gone.

The long sword swam back like a cyan carp, and the ten fingers fell on the hilt of the sword again, and Su Yan did not let down his guard because of the butcher's disappearance.

Because the butcher will not go, it is impossible for a dying enemy to come to see you, just to say a few words to you, to see you know your fate, and then to block you with a sword and drift away.

No one will believe it.

There was a sudden burning pain in his back, and then the long sword reflected the sword light behind him.

Su Yan turned his head and saw the butcher standing behind him, the knife had already arrived in front of him, the horizontal sword, the long sword was like an iron rope blocking the butcher's knife, Su Yan took three steps back before standing firm.

The sword light rose again, and Su Yan flew out like a stone, and the tiger's mouth in his palm had begun to bleed.

"The battle is not like this," the butcher looked at Su Yan and said, "I know you still have a painting, take it out." For someone who has lived an unknown number of years longer than you, it is not unfair to rely on external objects. ”

Su Yan spat out a mouthful of blood, he knew that his internal organs had been injured by the knife qi.

The butcher is too powerful, and Su Yan has only made one sword from the beginning to the present.

A butcher is a man who walks through the light and spends the eternal night.

The scroll unfolds again, and a green hill appears.

"Something interesting," said the butcher, walking towards the green hill without hesitation.

Before the butcher came to Qingshan, the butcher walked through the green mountain, and the butcher came to Su Yan.

"If I lived in the same era as you, I would never have walked in front of you, but I have never heard of this mountain, nor have I seen this mountain, and for me, there is naturally no mountain. The butcher said.

How powerful the master is, how unattainable the green mountains are, but as long as you have never heard or seen them, there will be no mountains in front of the butcher.

No one could have imagined that Aoyama was useless to the butcher,

Scholars can't think of it.

The butcher looked at Su Yan's gaze with a hint of regret and apology.

The sword light has risen, and the sword light is still slashing on the green mountain.

Su Yan placed the scroll across his chest.

"You're right, that's not how combat works, and you shouldn't have said so much if you really wanted me to die. ”

The butcher had never seen Qingshan or heard of Qingshan, Qingshan was naturally not in his heart, but the painting was in Su Yan's hands, and the painting was pasted by scholars with a thick layer of the closest thing to chaos in the world.

The butcher stopped talking, and the sword light rose again, and the knife light fell on the picture scroll again.

Su Yan's face turned pale, and the painting blocked the knife, but each knife was like a mountain smashing towards Su Yan.

Because the green mountain in the painting did not fall to the ground in his hand.

On the third knife, Su Yan's right hand bone snapped and broke.

On the fourth knife, Su Yan flew out far away again, and the scroll could no longer be held, and fell to the ground.

Some fragments of internal organs began to appear in the blood foam that Su Yan spat out.

The butcher walked slowly with a knife.

Su Yan struggled to stand up with his long sword in his other hand, and as soon as he stood up, he kept coughing up blood.

But he stubbornly refused to fall.

The butcher slashed at him again, his intent splitting the air in half.

Su Yan gritted his teeth and desperately mobilized the starlight of the sea of stars in his body, all the spirit and strength were condensed on the sword, it was daylight, and the bright seven stars could not be revealed, so he could only release his power frantically in his body.

The sea of stars rolled up a monstrous wave like a tsunami.

The wheel of life has begun to shake a little.

......

The sword and the sword finally collided, but this time the power that came was not as strong as the previous one.

Butchers also can't stay in the sun for too long.

But the knife still touched the sword, Su Yan desperately clenched the long sword, he knew that once the long sword was taken out again, the knife would come to his neck.

The knife pressed against the long sword and slowly approached Su Yan's neck.

Su Yan resisted desperately.

But the sword was still slowly approaching, "Are you afraid?" the butcher asked again, strangely.

But Su Yan held his breath, where could he answer him.

"I'm not afraid," continued the butcher, muttering to himself, "enough of those rat-like days have passed. ”

"If you want to die, don't pull me on your back," Su Yan shouted in his heart, the sweat on his forehead like rain.

The blade of the sword was already clinging to the neck, and a thin red line appeared on the neck.

"Are you really afraid?" asked the butcher again.

"Lao Tzu is not afraid!" Su Yan finally broke out, roared, and the long sword miraculously pushed out an inch.

"That's right," the butcher laughed suddenly, strangely, and then he fell limply.

......

Three days later, there was a new tomb between heaven and earth, and a thick stone slab with the name of the butcher engraved with a sword.

After the butcher fell, Su Yan also fainted from his strength until he woke up three days later.

Looking at the new tomb, Su Yan's eyes turned red again, and he finally understood that the butcher really didn't want him to die, and the butcher just wanted to ask him a word, "Are you afraid?"

The butcher is like hearing him say that he is not afraid, and a practitioner can only be fearless if he is not afraid.

Su Yan took a step closer to Wuji, and he had already seen the door.

Of course, the butcher asked him if he was afraid that he would not shoot maybe there was something else, but if he was not afraid of being rude in the first place.

Su Yan knelt down and kowtowed respectfully three times, except for his father, grandfather and teacher, this was the first time he kowtowed to someone, and the butcher should be, because the butcher is a truly selfless person.

......

......

Su Yan continued to walk forward with the carriage, but he no longer felt lonely.

He didn't go far before he saw the sinkhole.

A sinkhole is actually a big, deep pit, and the pit is huge, and when you look at it from here to there, the edge of the pit blends with the horizon.

Standing on the edge of the pit and looking down, it turned out that the clouds and mist were like a fairyland, I don't know how deep the pit is, and I can't see the bottom of the pit.

What kind of place is the bottom of the pit? Or is the town another world? Could it be that the people called Skywalker live down here?

The edge of the pit is a knife and axe, straight and steep, some green pines grow between the cliffs, obliquely stretching outward, the crown of the tree is like a human head, and the eyes are raised to the blue sky outside the pit.

There are mountain flowers and wild grasses and unknown vines, growing tenaciously on the cliffs, stretching their branches and leaves, dancing with the fly, greedily breathing the air of the outside world. What's even better is that there is a mountain spring that comes from nowhere on the clouds and mist between the cliffs, and the mountain spring flows down to the sea of clouds, becoming a waterfall from the sky in the world at the bottom of the pit, or the heavenly river.

Su Yan picked up a stone and threw it into the pit, closed his eyes and listened for a long time, but still didn't hear an echo.

Either the bottom of the pit is too deep, or the clouds cut off the echo.

There was no way down, except for a thin pear tree near the edge of the sinkhole, with withered yellow branches and a small, dry pineapple hanging from it.

Su Yan had already walked the entire edge of the sinkhole, but still didn't find a way to the bottom of the pit.

He walked back to the skinny pear tree.

"Yiyi," he lifted the curtain of the carriage and said softly to the sleeping Yun Yiyi, "We have reached the sinkhole, and you will be well soon." ”