Chapter 114: Chopping Flowers

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This knife used to be an ordinary knife, but it was later taken into the hands of an ordinary young man, so this ordinary knife had an unusual mission, or was placed on an unusual hope. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Go and kill a god, a god of another world.

The goal is very high, to be precise, it should be just a daydream, and it is a dream that will definitely not be realized, because the dream is too ethereal, so even the hope placed on this knife is really ethereal, so that even the boy who has been carrying it has forgotten some things.

But fortunately, this knife once flew out, and fortunately, this knife fell into the hands of another man, well, the hands of another ghost.

The ghost was a genius before he was born, he died, he was alive again, he was still a genius, a genius was a genius who was favored by God, and this knife also became a knife favored by genius.

Then, the ghost genius took this knife and killed someone, and really saw blood.

That is the blood of a hero, the hero is the evaluation of the genius of the dead before his death, maybe for more people, that person is simply a cultivator, a strong cultivator who can faintly break through the fourth realm at the peak of the third realm.

But such a rare strong man of Da Yin died on such a small knife that was extremely simple except for the person who used him, including its owner, its material, etc.

This is not a very unusual thing, because the person who kills people with that knife is a very unusual person. In comparison, it was not uncommon for that knife to be able to cut through the skin of a cultivator of the Near Four Realms.

The really strange or daydreaming thing is happening on the knife right now.

The knife is still the same knife, the knife that is grasped in the hands of a genius in life and a genius in death.

The person holding the sword was not the one who could kill a cultivator, and he wasn't even a true cultivator.

The knife is still the same knife, the knife that kills the master of the Hua family who stood on the threshold of the fourth realm and watched the noise of the sentient beings.

Now the knife is not about a single person, but about countless flowers, countless delicate flowers that dance like flames.

Flowers are a sea of flowers, cutting a flower is cutting a sea, not to mention how majestic the natural power condensed in those flowers will be, even if those are ordinary flowers, it is extremely difficult to cut them all.

Something that is not easy is certainly not so easy to do.

Yin Huai is not a stupid person, of course he knows that he can't cut that sea of flowers at all, but he can only try, try to see if he can cut off a flower, see if he can make the ripples trapped in Xia He one less, see if Xia He, who is imprisoned by one less ripple, can burst out with more power than before to break free, and see if Xia He, who has broken free, can use this knife to do something amazing, such as breaking through the sea and opening the sky. Or as long as the news can be spread out, let the real powers of Da Yin come here to rescue them.

He didn't think about whether those powers were willing to set foot in dangerous places for them, and he didn't have time to think so much, because the black shrouded in Xia He's body was even more gray, and the place that had been gray before began to gradually become transparent, and the transparency represented not the disappearance from the eyes of those who couldn't see Xia He, but the real disappearance, and disappearance was death.

Xia He worked hard to run his true yuan just to prevent himself from disappearing, and Yin Huai picked up the knife to cut those flowers to prevent Xia He from disappearing, both to prevent him from disappearing, but the abilities and things of the two were different.

Presumably, what Yin Huai did was even more barbaric.

The flowers can be folded straight, and the branches must be broken without flowers.

Flowers bloom, need to be broken, Yin Huai grabbed a blood-stained knife in his hand, and slashed it on the first red flower, which was the flower closest to Xia He, not to fold the flower, but to see the flower, like chopping wood, like cutting people, like a beam smashed into the water, only not like it is folding flowers, only it is not like the flowers in the garden are blooming in spring, and the freehand of welcoming spring flowers into the door.

It's just a piece of yellow earth, and farmers under the scorching sun wield their sickles, harvesting clusters of rice.

It's just that the herdsmen in the north took their waist knives at will and cut a few bunches of herbs for their beloved foals.

The action is not freehand, it is simply raised and lowered.

The purpose is not freehand, but simply wants to live.

Yin Huai didn't shed much sweat, because he had just started cutting, and because in such a depressing environment, he was reluctant to sweat.

But the same flower was not broken, of course, because the strength that Yin Huai cut on it was too weak, and also because Yin Huai didn't cut enough on it.

Of course, it is because that flower is too strong, it is a flower that has condensed natural spiritual power and almost reached the second realm cultivator, and every flower here has more power than the second realm, although there is no other means of attack except for the ripples of those flowers, but the real spiritual power is still turned into a flower body, which is not something that Yin Huai, a newcomer who has not yet embarked on the path of cultivation, can cut it off with one sword.

So even if it was a red flower that was constantly impacted by Xia He's True Yuan and barely maintained the strength of the second realm, it was a good test for Yin Huai.

But now is not a good time to slowly push the test, now is the moment of life and death, and there will be no such careless words as a test in the face of life and death.

Yin Huai had no choice but to cut it and take a look.

Let's take a look at how to cut it, and cut it to see if we can see some breakthroughs.

The breakthrough is not seen, but cut.

Yin Huai cut very hard and seriously.

That red flower swaying in the wind, very beautiful, very freehand.

The knife, which was less than the length of a forearm, fell on the safflower, and the sharpened blade slashed at the delicate petals of the safflower, which seemed to be unable to withstand the wind and frost, but not even a shallow white mark remained.

The petals only curled slightly, and then the blade slashed at it again.

Or just a roll, still the same chop.

Or nothing happened.

Yin Huai didn't look at the red flowers that gradually climbed up the high platform around him, and he didn't see the obviously extraordinary-looking fish floating in the air, he only had the red flower in his eyes.

Not because he loves flowers, but because he wants to cut down that flower.

Simple chopping, simple movements, the action of Yin Huai chopping on the petals is getting faster and heavier.

The movement of the flower is also getting faster and faster, and the speed of rolling up and closing is also getting slower.

Wait for the force of the knife to slash at the petals heavy enough to leave white marks, and wait for the petals to roll up slowly enough to be too slow to converge the white marks.

The flower was cut off.

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Good luck of all the gentlemen, chopping flowers, a kind of meaning of beheading good and evil corpses.