The moment Su Junyan drew his sword.

The whole final dogma began to snow.

It's just that it's not white snow.

The snow is black.

Black flames, like snowflakes, fell from the sky one by one.

They're not trying to melt anything, they're going to set everything on fire.

Including those boiling magma.

In the fall of the black flames, the magma was also assimilated to black, and they flowed and burned, enveloping Augustine in the black snow.

If Su Mubai's snow represents dead silence, freezing, and freezing everything, then Su Junyan's snow represents destruction, burning, and destroying everything.

These are two completely different strengths and temperaments, but they have inexplicably obtained the most perfect integration at the moment when Su Junyan drew his sword.

Even Su Junyan himself didn't know, or rather, he knew, but he couldn't stop this.

That is, whether he is holding a knife, his expression, or his eyes, he inevitably looks like the man he killed not long ago.

His father, Su Mubai.

At this moment, with this situation, fate finally returned to its intended end.

The boy still became the man.

That Su Junyan used to cry and scream, kneeling on the ground and begging for mercy The man he didn't want to become.

"It's exactly like your father. Augustine sighed, a little relieved.

"Looking at the way you hold the knife, I think of what a wonderful time your father was when he was young......

"In the blink of an eye, I was the only one left. ”

At this time, Su Junyan was no longer angered by words like this between you and your father, or he was out of order, and the moment he killed that man, the bond between them had been broken.

Now, he may be regarded as Su Mubai's son.

That's why he can pull out the knife in his hand without distraction.

The momentum of the black flame formed by the black snow had completely surrounded Augustine, and he was almost completely swallowed by the black flame.

But he still smiled and said, without the slightest discomfort: "There is something you may not know. ”

As he spoke, he suddenly reached out, as if grasping something, and grabbed at the black flames that were about to lick him.

In the next moment, those black flames, which were originally fierce and abnormal, turned into something like a stream of water incomparably tamely, and finally, in Augustine's hands, they gradually turned into a black arc knife with an almost identical shape to Xiao Ju.

"I taught your father's sword. He carried the knife, with a look of nostalgia in his eyes, "When he left the school, he wanted to fight me with the knife, but I refused, because I didn't use the knife anymore at that time." ”

"This is a matchup that has been postponed for more than 100 years, so let's end here today. ”

Augustine stepped on, he finally stepped on, and the moment he stepped on, the whole final dogma began to rain with the petals of the red irises.

These petal rains and black snow are intertwined, constantly burning, or being silently extinguished.

Augustine took the first three steps.

Su Junyan clenched the little orange in his hand.

He closed his eyes and did not look into Augustine's eyes.

Even at his level, even if he looked directly into Augustine's eyes, there would be no instant weathering scene like Ashnayo's.

But he needed to seriously feel the intent of the knife in his hand.

At that moment, he once again remembered what his teacher Caesar had said to him: "In my life, I have overcome thorns and thorns, killed countless people, but I only touched the edge of the third layer of the Dao Dao realm, my path is here, there is no way to go further, I hope you can fulfill my wish for me and go to the third layer." ”

The three realms of the knife path, the landscape, the flashy, and the real.

Look at the mountain is the mountain, see the water is water, look at the mountain is not the mountain, see the water is not water, look at the mountain or the mountain and see the water is still water.

Even if it is as strong as Caesar, as strong as Hai Chris, and as strong as Su Mubai, they all stopped at the second layer, and at most they touched the boundary of the third layer.

At this time, after Su Junyan killed his father, there were faint signs of entering the third layer.

The third realm of the Dao of the Sword is called Truth, that is to say, when you reach this realm, what you slash out with the sword is the real and true power, and the slash must be the real and true goal, which is an extremely deep understanding of the essence of power.

Su Junyan had already had this kind of opportunity before this, whether it was the sword he mastered after entering the king level, or the line world, it was all about prying and touching the truth.

Until this moment, he closed his eyes, and everything that had been before began to merge, merge, he and the knife in his hand became one, and he began to touch the real.

In ancient times, everyone said that the eye of the knife is the eye of the heart, and the real swordsman can often feel everything in the world through the knife in his hand.

Augustine went to the fourth step.

Su Junyan also began to take steps.

The distance between them was no more than ten yards.

When Su Junyan stepped to the third step, Augustine also began to close his eyes.

They began to face each other, sprinting.

At the same time, the confrontation between Black Snow and Flower Rain in the entire final dogma is also intensifying.

The black snow burned bright red flowers in the air, and the men with arc knives charged against each other in the burning flower rain.

The scene at that moment is very similar to the content of ukiyo-e that was once very popular on Higashijima.

Such a blazing hustle and bustle, such a beautiful and gorgeous and solemn cold.

Then, the East Island also perished for many years.

One last step.

Su Junyan and Augustine staggered each other as if they were dancing, and the arc knife in their hands was blurred so blurred in the blazing rain of flowers that they couldn't see clearly.

It was a wrong sword technique, a technique used in the Higashijima Kendo to fight the sword, and at the moment when the mistake passed, the winner was divided.

It's a very old technique.

After the destruction of Dongdao, few people in this world knew this technique, but Su Junyan followed Su Mubai when he was young, and he had systematically learned Dongdao swordsmanship, so at that moment, he used this trick.

And Augustine, who was Su Mubai's sword teacher, was naturally familiar with this technique.

As a result, the grand scene of the East Island, which has been extinct in the world for hundreds of years, is staged in this underground cave full of magical meaning.

The sword light staggered.

The rain of flowers slowly fell from the sky to the ground.

Su Junyan and Augustine each stood on one side, their backs to each other, and the arc knife in their hands with the exact same shape was tucked at their side.

Then, after a long time, the arc knife in Augustine's hand slowly shattered and dissipated into countless fragments.

Those red irises were also completely broken.

Only the black snow is falling.

"In terms of cultivation on the knife, I am not as good as you. Augustine sighed faintly.

"You won...... Mu Bai. ”

This sentence is more like a passage of hundreds of years, comforting a soul who has gone away.

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Finally...... It's been updated again.,It's been a long time.,Let's finish it as soon as possible.。

At the same time, my new book should be released soon, just two days ago. 8)