Obviously, Yang Wuming has made a knife, but except for the extremely fine wisp of smoke and dust, there has been no other change in the field, which is unreasonable. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

The solemnity in the judge's eyes became more and more intense, and there was a little more puzzlement than just now, and it seemed that he had not discovered the mystery of this knife.

However, for the sake of safety, he was still ready to avoid his edge for the time being, and with a muffled thunderous sound around him, he was about to dodge sideways to a safe position......

But before the incomprehension in his eyes faded, he saw Zhao Xuexin, who was still worried about Yang Wuming's safety a moment ago, but her pretty face suddenly changed color, staring behind him dumbfounded, as if she had seen something incredible!

As mentioned earlier, this place is surrounded by large rural rice fields, and the ripe rice ears are pressed to the waist, and the golden waves are turning in the gentle night breeze.

Combined with the strange and rare pale silver moonlight sprinkled in the sky, a sea of gold and silver intertwined and emerged was constructed.

In the distance, there are a few small farm yards, in which some sun-dried corn cobs and earthen products are hung, and the doors and windows of the simple thatched huts are closed, and there is not the slightest light shining through.

This should mean that all the villagers in the small village are no longer here, and they have all been transferred to Shangjing by the order of the imperial court.

And it is this quiet and elegant rural scenery that makes the next scene particularly shocking!

Behind the judge, the large golden rice field seemed to be split in two by a giant blade falling from the sky, and countless heavy ears of rice spread out to the left and right, splitting a wide passage from it, and the passage quickly spread into the distance in a straight line......

At the end of this straight line, there is a small farm yard just outside the rice field, and the simple courtyard wall surrounded by the fence "snaps" and shatters, and a row of corn cobs hanging in the courtyard seems to have been cut into two pieces by extremely fine and sharp steel wire, and the crushed soil products are scattered on the ground.

Grass clippings are flying, sprinkled all over the sky, as if suddenly experienced a strong wind sweeping, the thatched hut in the courtyard was destroyed in an instant, the collision of pots and pans in it, the fragmentation of tables, chairs and benches scattered, "ping pong" noisy, it seemed extremely harsh.

All of this happened at the same time, and in the final analysis, the judge's back and even a hundred zhang away, it was as if he had been struck in half by an invisible and phaseless giant blade, and the blade was devastated, and there was nothing to stop its edge!

Yang Wuming turned around with a blank face and turned his back to the earth-shattering scene caused by him, as if he had already predicted the ending of the next story.

The movement from behind was not small, and this series of sounds made despair appear in the judge's eyes, and when he realized that the sword intent had already passed through his body, it was too late to manipulate his body to make movements.

He looked unwilling, and wanted to look back and see what kind of moves he had fallen under.

But in the past, this simple action was as difficult as heaven for him at this moment, and he couldn't do it at all.

The picture is frozen here, the expression on his face has not changed at all, all that remains is unwillingness and despair, and his eyes have gradually lost their brilliance.

Immediately afterwards, his body wrapped in his official uniform "hissed", like a piece of firewood that had been suddenly split, and the whole person turned into two broken bones and fell into the rice fields on both sides.

As for the fate of his crippled body, whether it will be turned into nutrients for rice fields or fodder for voles, it can only depend on his own creation......

Yang Wuming's "one knife to break the extreme" has broken the limit of strength and speed.

Nature is far beyond the limits of what can be discerned by the naked eye, even for the powerful psychics......

On the same day, when he faced Zhao Xuexin at the Hongmeng Hall Exchange Conference, he swung the "Ten Swords in the Sky" with a domineering momentum, and the piercing knife waves flew like lightning speed, and the power was not amazing, it was one of the extremely powerful knife moves.

But compared with the current "one sword", that knife is like a firefly and a bright sun, and the two are not the same.

With this sword alone, it can be seen that Yang Wuming at this time, his sword realm has reached a point of transcendence, just like on the road of the sword, the height reached by Hongchen Ke may even be exceeded!

"Let's hope no one notices he's tailing us. ”

Yang Wuming silently withdrew the rusty firewood knife from the scabbard on his waist, and did not look back at it at all.

It's hard to imagine that this broken knife, which ordinary farmers are unwilling to use, can burst out with such amazing energy!

Sure enough, it is in response to the old saying, "The mountain is not high, but the name is immortal, and the water is not deep, but the dragon is spiritual." ”

A real master is not confined to the quality of the weapons in his hand at all, and flying flowers and picking leaves can take the head of the person.

Zhao Xuexin didn't slow down for a long time, the green silk was scattered, a few strands of hair were messily placed on her forehead, and the pale pink dress slowly swayed like waves with the dissipating breeze.

She froze in place, trying to digest what she had just seen.

The old man who called himself "Judge" was by no means one of those extravagant wastes in the cultivation world, this person was definitely a genuine psychic monk, and he was not just a newcomer.

In her impression, I'm afraid that even if Sun Wukong or Lin Yue were fighting alone, they might not be able to easily win this person.

But it was such a plain knife, and he didn't even see the sword qi passing by, and the "judge" who should have caused big trouble was split in two like this, like a dead wood that had rotted for thousands of years, without the slightest struggle to resist.

"You ......" she blinked, the moonlight sprinkled on her face, setting off the already clear and transparent eyes even more dazzling, after all, she still couldn't suppress the curiosity in her heart, and asked softly, "What has you experienced?"

"Nothing. Yang Wuming looked panicked, feeling that this was the brightest and most beautiful pair of eyes he had ever seen in his life, and quickly turned his head sideways to avoid the burning gaze of the other party.

There is really nothing to be proud of in this matter, this power and the perception of the sword path are not strictly his own penance, but stolen.

While he wasn't morally wrong, and there was no better alternative, it wasn't a glorious deed to brag about.

I saw that he was still profound at the moment ago, and he easily killed a strong person, at this time, he was like a young man who was just beginning to fall in love.

He stared at his feet with both eyes, and he didn't know where to put his hands, so he simply put his back behind him, his whole body tensed uncontrollably, and whispered in a vague tone: "Speaking of which, Nameless has this opportunity, and I have to thank you, Miss Zhao." ”

This scene responds to another old saying, "Since ancient times, heroes have been sad to pass the beauty pass." ”

The ancients did not deceive me......