Heavy rain fell. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Twilight.

The rain is still falling.

The rain has been falling non-stop since three days ago, and it has been irritating.

It's April in Tongmu City, and it's really annoying.

I really want to get out of this soon.

Thinking like this, Su Junyan quickly ran from the school to the eaves across the street.

He didn't have an umbrella with him, and the principles of the construction of high-level magic patterns that he had just learned this afternoon were still flowing through his mind.

In fact, he didn't like magic patterns at all, but he couldn't bear to disappoint his father.

I had to keep pretending that I liked to learn magic patterns.

How good it would be if you could be a storyteller who walks the continent?

But it's not possible.

Su Junyan's footsteps kept walking through the city that looked cramped because of the rain.

Three more streets away from home.

Actually, he doesn't like to go home either.

Because my mother is always away from home, I always feel that something is missing, even if my father is so gentle, he will cook something to eat, and he will never get angry.

Never get angry.

Why not get angry?

Thinking of this, Su Junyan secretly began to complain about his father who was as gentle as jade.

If he could have been a little more stern and serious, maybe Mom wouldn't have been away from home all the time.

But no.

It's home.

Pushing open the door, the father of the low-level federal official who liked to collect knives from the East Island was there fiddling with the ancient knives he had spent his life savings.

"What do you want to eat at night?" the father heard the sound of the door opening, turned his head and smiled at Su Junyan.

What do you want to eat at night?

It's what you want to eat at night again.

Can't you just say something else?

You are my father, not my servant.

Su Junyan entered his room without saying a word.

Before closing the door, he heard his father's soft sigh behind him, but he held back and didn't look back.

After a while, he heard the door open outside, as if it was his mother back.

He forced the surprise and waited for a while before opening the door.

As soon as the door opened.

And he heard.

"Choking-" the sound of drawing a knife.

The sound of a knife drawn.

Draw the knife.

In the field, Su Mubai finally drew his knife.

The long, narrow arc knife is unsheathed from the box.

The nearly one-yard-long blade of the knife lay in front of Su Mubai's body, blocking the punch of the West Gate Night Tower that was aimed at his heart.

Heavy snow kept falling.

The surging sword qi continued to hover around the Ximen Night Tower, and finally turned into pieces of snowflakes and drifted away.

Mourning is like a little poem, sad and cruel.

"Brother Yelou, when you lost to me more than thirty years ago, I told you that your fist is too straight, too rigid and easy to break, but you seem to have not figured it out yet. Su Mubai's voice sounded again, and finally pulled Su Junyan out of the heavy rain that covered his entire life.

He took a deep breath, and when he came back to his senses, he found that cold sweat had covered his body, and a strong sense of powerlessness swept over him.

It made him feel like he had exhausted his life's strength.

Just by drawing his sword, it was already so unbearable.

Su Junyan really couldn't imagine what the outcome would be if he really faced him one day.

"It's too early to talk big. The fist of the West Gate Night Tower was pressed against Su Mubai's blade.

The fist of the mortal body was not cut or shredded by the sharp blade, but resisted each other, constantly emitting a powerful aura.

"Okay. Su Mubai sighed helplessly, and with a twist of the arc knife in his hand, he easily pushed the powerful Ximen Night Tower out, and at the same time he took a step back and said, "Then let me see what progress you have made in the past thirty years, and come up with your strongest move, don't let me down." ”

With that, he tilted the knife to his side and slowly closed his eyes.

It doesn't seem to care about the appearance of the West Gate Night Tower.

But Su Junyan knew that this was a manifestation of his imminent advancement to the Extreme Realm of the Sword Dao, and when everything he saw became illusory, the truth of this world would automatically emerge in his heart.

This is what this man taught him when he was very young.

It was also the key to Su Junyan's ability to practice his heart eye later.

Now that I think about it, that man really taught him a lot of things when he was young, but unfortunately, they were all used to kill him.

The snow no longer fell so fast, and it became comfortable again, but Su Junyan knew the killing intent in it.

Back then, it was the same way, in this soothing atmosphere......

He stabbed ......

Yes!!!

My head hurts, I can't think about it anymore.

Su Junyan hurriedly dispelled the thoughts in his head and shifted his gaze to the knife in the man's hand.

He recognized the knife, it was the man's favorite knife in the past, and he always made a good pot of tea on a sunny afternoon and enjoyed it slowly.

That knife is called Koju, and it is a famous knife forged by the famous master craftsman Tsukiyama Sadachi on the East Island with all his life's painstaking efforts.

The knife is three feet long, the inscription on the knife is a national treasure in the world, and the blade is carved with a wild dragon.

The blade is extremely sharp, and the hair is blown off, and even in the deepest darkness, it can emit a cyan light.

Su Junyan had always thought that this was just a beautiful collectible, but he didn't expect that it was also an invincible killing weapon.

The first person it kills is ......

"Whew-" Ximen Yelou suddenly exhaled, but there was no longer the arrogance and indignation before, and there was a lot of perseverance between his eyebrows and eyes.

He looked at Su Mubai, who was still with his eyes closed, and suddenly sat on his horse with his waist down, and put on the simplest posture of learning boxing.

Fist.

Close your eyes.

Sink.

Out.

Turn on.

"Drink!" punched.

Punch out.

Open.

In the dark area where the snow is slowly falling, the standard of Ximen Yelou's punch is like a new tender who has just learned boxing.

But it is this punch, round and full, not arrogant or impatient, calm and resolute, like a mountain, fixed like a mountain.

This punch is like a seal, and there is no flaw.

It traveled through the wind and snow.

Transcending the limitations of time and space.

The people in the night tower of the West Gate were still in place, but his fist had already reached Su Mubai's front door.

Still didn't dodge or dodge, and hit the face with a punch.

Simple and straightforward.

Not afraid, not afraid.

West Gate Night Tower.

This is his way of being strong.

"Lao Bai, what about this punch?!" he exhaled again, his voice seemed to be slow and urgent, and it seemed to be low.

From his mouth, with his punch, it looped back to the entire core.

made all the spectators fall into the sound of his fist.

Let everyone only feel that there is a fist flying in front of them, like the hand of God, there is no way to dodge, but to be suppressed.

This punch is real, and it transcends all things.

It's like something out of the sky.

Outer Fist.

Su Mubai.

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