The knife hidden in the sleeve is light, like a swallow. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

The sword that walks in the world is heavy, like a monument.

But they have a rare commonality with each other, that is, they can all be used as carriers of knife intent.

Meaning is an illusory existence, just like the Tao, but when a person's will is strong enough to represent his own state, then this will can be as indestructible as a mountain, shocking!

In this way, the three knives of the carved willow are the same as Zhuo Yiran's knife intent.

The nameless knife pulled out three points under the condition of Liu Sandao's spiritual power, but all the people present couldn't see the specific shape of the three-point blade of this sheath, on the one hand, because Liu Sandao drew the knife too fast, as if it was shocking, and on the other hand, because the moment the three-point knife body was unsheathed, it bloomed a pitch-black beam that was exactly the same as the pitch-black scabbard.

Liu Sandao's palm is very thick, because of his perennial sword practice, his palm is also covered with calluses, which is no different from the calluses that Qin Cang fell from practicing his sword.

However, the back of his hand is very smooth and white, and there is no trace of the sword intention carved on it, ignoring the rest, just looking at the back of the hand, you may also think that he is a weak scholar who never does farm work or touches a sword.

This is a very strange point.

This strange feeling is even stronger when he is holding the nameless knife and pulling it out of the blade.

The scabbard is pitch black, and the blade also releases the pitch-black glow of the blade.

But the back of his hand was smooth and white.

The contrast between white and black is enough to maximize this singular feeling.

Therefore, Zhuo Yiran's face was full of surprise, but it was not just because she saw the difference in color between the back of Liu Sandao's hand and the blade itself.

Through what is superficial, many shocking essences can be extended.

How much you can extend depends on your own thinking ability.

Zhuo Yiran's thinking ability is not weak, just because she has been hidden and immobile before, she was completely suppressed by Liu Sandao, and she never fought back when she was bleeding every step, but at the moment when Liu Sandao turned around and talked to Sui Caiwei, she continuously launched the seventeen knives in one technique and the eighteenth flying knife, which can be seen.

Because a person who is good at timing will never be a person who will miss the details.

The difference in the color of Liu Sandao's back and blade is a matter of detail, and Zhuo Yiran naturally did not let it go.

Even because she was using a flying knife, she didn't need to release any more power to maintain this knife after she left her hand with a full momentum, Zhuo Yiran had more time to start with this detail and think about more things.

So her mind suddenly flowed, and at this moment she thought of many things and truths.

Near Zhu is red, close to ink is black, this is a truth that has been handed down since ancient times, and it has already formed a deep-rooted relationship in the hearts of many people, and Zhuo Yiran is also one of them.

And there are many examples that can confirm this truth, take Chu Yanshan who was present as an example, she is the daughter of the master of the ghost demon sect, and she has practiced the saint-level exercises since she was a child.

After staying in a dark environment for a long time, neither the heart nor the body can get rid of the darkness, but will be assimilated by the darkness, and can no longer accept the light, and even reject the light.

Chu Yanshan's mask is dark, her clothes are dark, her complexion is dark, and there is no dark place on her body, which is the best proof.

Liu Sandao also has a knife in his hand that is always hidden in a pitch-black scabbard.

The nameless knife never comes out of its sheath, so this knife is not much different from Chu Yanshan, who has been locking herself in the dark environment, and will be assimilated by the darkness.

Fang Cai Liu Sandao slashed out three points, and what bloomed was a pitch-black beam, which indeed proved that this was a pitch-black knife.

However, a person who has been accompanied by a dark knife all year round, whether it is skin color, psychology, or body, there is not a trace of being affected by the darkness, this is really too abnormal, beyond the expectations of others.

An abnormal person, holding an abnormal knife and doing abnormal things, will no longer appear abnormal, but there are some natural meanings hidden in it.

Therefore, Zhuo Yiran's face was shocked, but Liu Sandao was not surprised by his hands and knives from beginning to end.

The big hand held the hilt.

The five fingers are like chains, binding the hilt of the sword.

The calluses on the palm of the hand and the lines on the handle of the knife are in harmony, like the tightest magnets attracting each other, and the same is true of the power coordination between the two.

The pitch-black three-point blade had broken away from the pitch-black scabbard, exposed to the light, and connected with the air, and Liu Sandao's spiritual power and sword intent also erupted unreservedly at the same moment, pouring into the three-point blade.

Zhuo Yiran's flying knife was very fast, and his speed of drawing the knife was also not slow, so when Zhuo Yiran's eighteenth flying knife came to him, Liu Sandao happened to complete this series of momentum build-up actions.

Knife out.

Knife sounds.

The three-point blade collided with Zhuo Yiran's entire flying knife!

The two sword intents were released separately, sweeping the heavens and the earth, and of course set off a long-lasting sound around them.

But it's not the thunder that explodes.

Rather, it is like the sound of autumn rain falling from the sky and lapping on the blue bricks and stones.

One drop, two drops, three drops......

The raindrops are strung together into beads, and the beads form a curtain of rain.

One, two, three......

The sword qi spreads into waves, and the qi waves surge into tides.

Laugh at!

Suddenly, the rain curtain was torn apart, and the wave was swept away.

A willow-leaf flying knife with red silk tied at the end was like a goose flying south, rushing into the sky with a rapid momentum, and then swept towards a shadow below with a strong purpose.

That shadow is naturally Zhuo Yiran.

Her face was pale, with a trace of blood on the green silk, but her gaze was extremely precise, and after sensing the flying knife, she suddenly pointed out her two fingers, and twisted the whirlwind lightly, until the flying knife tied with red silk fell deftly between her fingers.

The flying knife fell from a high altitude, inevitably carrying a strong force and momentum, even if Zhuo Yiran had the heart to deal with it, the skin on his fingers was still cut with a little blood.

Blood spilled like raindrops, falling on the ground with a crisp sound.

The remaining knife intent on the knife slowly returned to her body, but it still couldn't stop her face from pale.

Qin Cang and Yue Qian still did not appear, trapped in that huge black hole vision, as for the rest of the people, as early as Liu Sandao's three points of swords, and Zhuo Yiran's strongest sword, they had already retreated, lest they be affected by the strong sword intent of the two.

Therefore, the confrontation between the two did not cause many innocent casualties, but the surrounding space was inevitably cut by the knife intent.

Even the ground below was crisscrossed with traces of cracks, spreading for hundreds of miles, and everywhere they passed, dust and smoke billowed up into the sky, like mist.

However, the fragmented and porous ruins around it did not attract Zhuo Yiran's attention.

Her eyes were always fixed on Liu Sandao in front of her, and she never looked away.

Although most of the sword intent dissipated due to direct encounter, the three-point blade of the nameless knife was still exposed, lingering with pitch-black light, and others could not see it clearly.

Liu Sandao looked solemn, slowly retracted the knife, and the blood vessels on the back of his white hand burst, staining the handle and scabbard red.

When the knife was put into the sheath, he looked at Zhuo Yiran and said in a deep voice: "It is difficult to return to the flying knife in the sleeve, and the long knife in the world has been put into the sheath." ”

After a word, he said no more.

Because he felt that the superior had already been sentenced.

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