The blood moon hung high, and the black sword was like a new sprout, breaking through the vast sky and swallowing up hundreds of miles of rivers.

It was a cursed nightmare for the boy.

Wiped out overnight, and loved ones perished.

The hope of the past was destroyed overnight.

The unbridled blood poured into the black blades, and the sound of the sword resounded between heaven and earth, like a cry from hell, screaming the most vicious curse.

From now on, he will live forever with this cursed blade, with the hatred of the tragic death of his relatives, and with the cursed fate.

Thundered......

The flames swallowed up the ancestral land, and the corpses, ancient altars, and traces of life gradually died in the sea of fire.

The small body, holding the black blade, stepped out.

At this moment, the temperament on the young man's body gradually changed, his bloodline, his life, and everything about him seemed to be integrated into the black blade at this moment, strange and unpredictable.

"Black Blade!?" Wang Qiong's heart shook and set off a monstrous wave.

"Live only for yourself......" the young man whispered numbly, he looked at the vast mountains, his eyes flashing with ferocity and killing.

The light and shadow dissipated, and time flowed like flowing water again.

The young man walked out of the mountain with a black blade, and he practiced penance day and night, comprehended the sword intent, and studied the world.

Lingshan Daotong, Guangming Xue Palace, the northern snow desert, the four seas...... These places have left the footprints of the boy.

He carried a black blade, sometimes hidden in the school palace, obscure, studying Taoism, once it sounded, it shook the earth, and his talent overwhelmed eight thousand disciples.

From time to time, he runs through the snow desert in the north, breaks through the cool environment with a blade, fights with monsters, and competes with masters.

Or walk the world, climb the mountains, walk along the river, watch the sun and the moon, look at the rivers, and learn from nature.

The young man greedily absorbed the strengths of each family, like a furnace, merging all that he saw, learned, and realized into the black blade.

Gradually, his temperament became more and more terrifying, and countless terrifying sword intents converged in his body, turning into the most terrifying power above the black blade.

Wang Qiong was like a spectator, feeling the changes of this "knife", and the endless knife intent converged like a torrent, so that his soul was washed.

The transformation hidden in the years had an unimaginable impact on him, more than any holy book in the world!

Finally, time is like water, and the former teenagers have gradually grown up and reached the age of youth.

At this moment, his eyes are sharp and firm, like a knife, hidden in the sheath, but there is no ferocity.

This year, among the 100,000 mountains.

He met an equally special young man who carried a great sword, generous and as tall as a man.

"Demon knife ......" the other party whispered, as if facing a great enemy.

As for him, he also showed a solemn expression, and his gaze fell on the big sword.

"Draw a knife for you!"

Without superfluous words, a big war is inevitable.

The black blade shone in the sky, and it was as strange as a monster.

In an instant, the sword light soared into the sky, overwhelming thousands of miles of rivers.

If the black blade is the demon god that ravages the world and reaps the fate of all beings, then this earth-shattering sword light is the king who guards the world, and there is only one sword in the vast war song.

Thundered......

This battle shook the earth and broke out in the midst of 100,000 mountains.

Wang Qiong was shocked to see it.

The realm of the two is not high, but their strength is beyond imagination, they have found their own path, and the use and control of power is almost the Tao.

If it is a peer competition, no matter which of these two people is enough to be called the king.

"Fighting...... How can it be like this!?" Wang Qiong's heart jumped, and his eyes didn't blink, for fear of missing a moment.

Thundered......

The sword roared in unison, and a vision was born in the wilderness.

The two figures are staggered, standing proudly on the top of the mountain, looking into the sky.

"You haven't found your edge yet!"

"Your sword has not yet been formed!"

The two whispered, and the battle intent around them dissipated invisibly.

"Someday, we'll see you again!"

The other party whispered, carried the big sword, turned into a sword light, and disappeared into the long sky.

As for him, he carried the black blade on his shoulder, and returned to the place where the nightmare haunted.

"I'm back!"

The lonely voice echoed in the ancestral land of the past, and it has not been returned for many years, and the scorched earth of the past is also covered with greenery, and the ancient altar is no longer traceable.

Bang......

Suddenly, he shot up his sword and rushed thousands of miles away.

A mountain was cut off, and a great demon tide emerged between heaven and earth.

There sat a figure, naked and covered with gray totemic lines.

"True King Sequence......" Wang Qiong was terrified.

The man in front of him is a demon beast that has stepped into the true king sequence.

"Human, who are you?" said the gray-veined man in a cold voice.

"The one who took your life!"

Before the words fell, the black blade rose into the sky, and the terrifying knife intent slashed forward with the fury and hatred that slammed into the sky.

"Blackblade...... You're the kid who escaped......" The gray-veined man frowned.

He didn't expect that a little guy had grown to such a point.

Thundered......

As soon as the gray-veined man raised his hand, countless monsters like gray mist flew out of his body, letting out a fierce roar.

But under the terrible light of the sword, everything was annihilated and turned into a cloud of smoke.

"You're damned!" he roared, his watery mood rippling.

His rage, his hatred, completely activated the black blade.

The cursed blade grew in strength again due to mood swings.

"Cursed and wrecked in power......"

The gray-veined man was indifferent, and his body suddenly cracked, turning into a gray mist that covered the sky and the sun.

This is who he really is.

Thundered......

The gray mist wriggled and devoured everything.

The black sword was engulfed by it, turning into nothingness.

Defeated!

The young man fell into the ruins, black blades stuck in front of him, the light dimmed.

The gray-veined man reunited and strolled along, his eyes revealing a hint of indifference.

"After living for so many years, you still have to die!?" the young man muttered to himself.

His memories seemed to go back to that night.

The person who loved him the most fell into his arms, and the parting words echoed in his ears like hope and curse.

"From today...... You have to protect your ...... ...... yourself"

That cursed fate began to sink from that moment, and to this day, it has not been liberated.

The young man raised his eyes and looked at the black blade, and the cold blade vaguely reflected his sister's figure.

Suddenly, a flash of realization flashed in his eyes, and his gaze gradually brightened.

"I've always lived for you!"

He smiled, laughing heartily.

It was the first time he had laughed in years.

Under the gaze of the gray-veined man, the young man slowly raised his arm, and just like that, he gently swiped over his face, like a spring breeze.

Click......

With a single stroke, the black blade broke in two.

"That's my edge!"

At this moment, the aura on the young man's body changed suddenly, and ten thousand ways were one, smelting a furnace.

That's what he's really up to.

Whether it's a curse or a shackle, all of them can be cut off.

Even the black blade could not bind his fate and trap his future.

Neither in the past nor in the present can touch this immortal edge.

"Between life and death, suddenly hear the avenue!" Wang Qiong was shocked, his eyes widened.

A real black blade!?

Thundered......

The sword soars into the sky, covering the sky.

Under such a sword light, cracks appeared on the gray-veined man's body, like a few dry earth.

"You've found your way......"

Before the words fell, the gray-veined man turned into ashes.

The true king, a true king, fell like this, and became the soul of the sacrificial sword awakened by the black blade.

The young man was silent, he took the hilt of the knife and took the remnant of the blade with him, while the other one remained here forever.

It represented his past, his past nightmares, and his cursed fate.

He cut it off with his edge and buried it permanently.

"Boss......" Wang Qiong whispered, just watching from the sidelines, he felt thrilled and turbulent.

Such a life is indeed wonderful, and the edge that has gone through a hundred calamities is immortal.

Watching the life of a master of this level and comprehending the Tao and Dharma in it is more useful than cultivating any classic exercises.

There is no doubt that the Black Blade, one of the twelve thrones, is one of the most brilliant marks of this era.

Therefore, it is recorded in the "Sutra of the End of the Dharma" and engraved here.

The boss's path obviously does not stop there, different ages, different moods, his edge will still change, but it will become more terrifying.

At this moment, he just forged the knife embryo.

"The Last Dharma Sutra is really terrifying!"

Wang Qiong didn't know that it was impossible for an ordinary little guy to see the imprint of a master of his level like Black Blade.

That terrifying and huge idea is not something that juniors can afford.

It's just that he has a causal connection with his boss, an unbreakable bond, and he himself has practiced the Black Blade Intent.

The two of them pulled to get this great opportunity.

......

The light and shadow dissipated, and time flowed again.

In the wilderness ancient temple, only a dim candle flame was lit, and the cold of the dark night was dispelled a lot because of this bright light.

The young boss sat cross-legged in the ancient temple with the black remnant blade beside him, and he looked at the heavy rain outside the door, and then at the man sitting across from him.

"You've been staring at me for a long time. The young boss said lightly.

"I'm looking at the knife. The man spoke.

"What's so nice about a remnant blade?"

"No, I'm looking at you!" a glint appeared in the man's eyes: "What a terrible knife...... The first time I came out to walk around, I encountered such a knife ......"

The young boss's eyes were slightly dark: "Who are you?"

When the man heard this, he smiled: "My surname is Wang!"

"Surname Wang ......" The young boss's brows furrowed suddenly, and a gleam flashed in his eyes.

"Theocratic Mountain!?"

Thundered......

Outside the temple, thunder shook like the wrath of heaven, muffling his voice.

The man surnamed Wang was stunned, and his face could not hide his surprise.

"You know?"

As he spoke, the man's expression returned to normal: "You are really not an ordinary knife!"

Wang Qiong quietly looked at this recorded time imprint, a little in a trance, I don't know what the meaning of this conversation is?

Squeak......

At this moment, the half-hidden door suddenly opened.

On a rainy night, a man in a black robe walked in, as if he was in the shadows, and his face could not be seen clearly.

But the moment he appeared, the black flame in Wang Qiong's body jumped violently, showing unprecedented mania.

"It's raining heavily!" said the black-robed man to himself, and without waiting for anyone to greet him, he sat down directly by the fire and started the fire.

The young boss glanced at him and did not speak.

"The heavens are furious, the rain is raging, in this kind of weather, there must be a real dragon infested...... the black-robed man said suddenly: "The small ruined temple actually hides two real dragons." ”

"People from the Wang family...... I haven't seen it in a long time......"

Before the words fell, the man surnamed Wang changed color, like a frightened beast, his whole body was on guard, and his eyes bloomed with a compelling coldness.

"Hey...... He's right, you're a good knife......"

The black-robed man didn't react, but looked at the boss.

"Who are you?" said the young boss in a deep voice.

"Chair sellers!"

"Selling chairs?" the young boss frowned.

The black-robed man shook his head: "The chairs I sell are extraordinary, only the highest can enjoy ......"

"That's the throne that stands on top!"

As he spoke, the black-robed man smiled slightly: "Are you interested?"

"Not really!" the young boss shook his head.

"That's a shame......"

The black-robed man stood up slowly, walked out of the broken temple without looking back, and walked into the wind and rain.

"The Ancient Throne...... Will rise from the ruins...... Corpses in the ground...... Blood for the ...... of the river"

The soft chant resounded from afar, like a whisper in a dream, lingering on the side of the ancient temple.

......

The light and shadow dissipated, but what appeared in front of Wang Qiong was the downtown of the imperial capital.

Today's boss has become a butcher, killing pigs and selling meat every day with that broken black broken blade.

His business is good, and there are many people who come to buy meat every day, especially young girls.

Between buying and selling, it is not allowed to laugh and gossip.

The boss's meat is well cut, and with that ruffian and lazy appearance, it has attracted many loyal customers.

"The interest cultivated in my youth, no wonder I like to open ......a butcher shop so much," Wang Qiong muttered.

One day, the boss began to look a little wrong, and he noticed that among the many guests, there was one more man, a man of his age.

The man had a scar on his forehead that was covered in a bun that was difficult to spot without looking closely.

He came every day, and he didn't buy meat, but sat in the tea house next to him, staring at the meat stall, and sat for a day.

Being stared at by a man every day is probably unbearable for a person, unless this person also likes men.

Obviously, the boss is not!

After a long time, the boss seemed to be unable to stand the secretly watching gaze anymore and called the man over.

"You don't buy meat, you come every day, what do you want to do?"

"I don't buy meat, but I want to buy your knife!" the man gestured to the black blade on the board.

"Who are you? How dare you speak!" the boss was stunned for a moment, and then said coldly.

"My surname is Qin, and I am the ninth in the family, you can call me Qin Jiu!" the man smiled.