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It may resemble a tengu, or a greedy wolf, or a tiger.

Extremely vicious, fierce and fierce.

Nature's majesty can be amazing and awe-inspiring, but more than that, it's curious.

On the Heavenly Demon Island, where demonic monks are prevalent, there has never been a shortage of people with courage and courage.

They often know that there are tigers in the mountains, but they prefer to go to the tiger mountains, and they often know that they can't do anything, but they still have to try desperately.

From the point of view of ordinary people, they are undoubtedly incorrigible madmen.

But from the monk's point of view, they were worthy warriors.

In the era when cultivation is like thousands of troops crossing a single-plank bridge, the most profitable people are often not those wise men who blindly avoid risking their lives in order to seek the rear, but these so-called reckless men who are not afraid of death.

The reckless men do not recite Buddhist scriptures, and they do not understand the truth of "put down the butcher's knife and become a Buddha on the ground", because the moat in front of them can only be cut by the butcher's knife in their own hands.

cut off, and see heaven.

Cut constantly, that is, go to hell.

The sword in their hands is enough to measure their life and death.

Wielding a sword for the sake of seeking the truth!

This is a real swordsman.

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The advantage of the sword lies in the bend of the knife, which is different from the straightness of the sword.

But from the heart, swordsmen and swordsmen have one thing in common, that is, when they do something and go to a place, they often have a strong purpose, and this purpose is almost the same.

Whether they go to the land of green mountains and clear waters or the land of poor mountains and bad waters, they are not for the scenery, but for the experience.

Practice both the knife in your hand and the knife in your heart.

Both knives need to be sharpened constantly, and the word "stone" seems to be inseparable from sharpening. Probably because "stone" means hard and symbolizes obstacles.

Over time, the mountains rich in all kinds of rocks became their frequent places of experience.

A long time ago, these peaks and ravines in the east of Heavenly Demon Island were also verdant and verdant, and the peaks and walls were surrounded and towering, like a hibiscus, without half of the fierce appearance of today's evil beasts.

But with the arrival of those swordsmen, the geological topography of these peaks has also quietly changed.

Among them, the most well-known among the eight demon gates is that there is a mountain cliff here that was once cut off by a broken long knife called Dao Blood, and was divided into two peaks, north and south.

And the sword aura and knife intent of the broken mountain knife have not completely dissipated to this day, and can be observed and studied by people.

Of course, the premise is that your cultivation is sufficient, and your consciousness is strong enough to withstand the oppression of that sword qi and sword intent.

In the past, the Broken Knife Cliff, which was divided into two by a knife, has so far attracted no less than a hundred swordsmen who are quite accomplished in the knife path, and just yesterday, it ushered in a swordsman with a black knife on his back.

Black knives, black clothes, walking in the dark.

It should have been harmonious.

It should have been natural.

But because of his pale countenance, which was not much blood, and the back of his hand, which was as white as rice paper, everything seemed to have a few more different colors.

There is a demon gate on the magic island.

There is a demon cultivator in the Demon Gate.

It has long been habitual to represent the dark demon walking with a knife on his back in the night, which is really a very common thing.

He may have gone to practice demonic skills.

It could also be to kill someone.

There are too many possibilities in him.

But when his hands, his people, and his knife form a stark contrast, there is no lack of mystery in him.

This mystery has nothing to do with his status, only with his person, his knife.

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The black-clothed swordsman did not go to the South Peak, nor did he go to the North Peak.

He just stood like a sculpture in front of the sword intent that would not go away for a hundred years.

The knife split the mountain in two, and the knife marks pierced through the void and stretched into the ground, and after years of healing, it had long lost its imprints.

But the sword spirit is still there, and the knife intent is still there.

Neither in the south of the Broken Knife Cliff nor in the north of the Broken Knife Cliff, but in this world within his reach.

How high is the sky?

How thick is the ground?

Very esoteric but somewhat boring question.

Therefore, even though he stepped on the other strange knife obtained from the eighth layer with his feet, using the blade as a floating boat between heaven and earth, hanging high in the air, breathing in the fast-flowing air from above, he didn't bother to think about it.

He still thinks about people.

People close to you.

He thought of the father who spoke elegantly but was actually ambitious, bent on breaking the boundaries between gods and demons, integrating the eight demon gates, and walking out of the Chaotic Demon Island in a corner of the world, defeating the righteous path of the world and defeating the heroes of the world.

He thought of the gentle and quiet sister who was still able to maintain a calm heart despite being in the whirlpool of the Demon Gate.

He thought of the favorite woman who always liked to quarrel with him and put on a spicy posture in front of him, but her name meant "beauty is like jade, and the goose is frightening".

He also thought of the sworn brother with whom he hadn't known him for a long time, but who always made him feel like-minded.

It's just that he hasn't seen the big brother for two years.

Qin Yijian is indeed a good name.

It seems that without that sword, his knife is also limited everywhere, and he always feels that it is not enough fun and not happy enough.

This strange feeling had never been felt before, but since the arrival of Qin Yijian, who claimed to be a sea scatterer, it has increased day by day.

Shouldn't the sword and the sword stand opposite each other and be opponents of each other?

Why couldn't he feel that sword intent, he actually felt that his sword was no longer as sharp as before, not as fast as before?

Why are there so many strange things in this world?

So much so that he, a man who has always only solved problems with a knife in his hand, felt that his mind was not clear for a while.

He had not drunk alcohol, but he was drunk.

"Two years ago today, you didn't come for a long time, I waited with the rest of the people of the Seven Demon Gates for a long time, but I never saw you, I thought you had something delayed, missed the opportunity to enter the giant tower, I never thought that I would meet you again after the tower, and you also saved my sister's life. ”

"A year ago today, you didn't come out for a long time, I looked for you many times without a trace, and then waited outside with the rest of the people of the Seven Demon Gates for a long time, and then they all felt that you had suffered a mutation, trapped in the mechanism in the tower, and left one after another, I was still waiting, day after day, month after month, unconsciously, a year has passed, and there is still no news from you. But I still don't believe that you died like this, because you Qin Yijian ...... It's my big brother Liu Sandao!"

"My eldest brother Liu Sandao, how could I go to see the king of Hades so early?!"

Liu Sandao shouted like thunder, the knife came out like electricity, a knife slashed vertically, it was like a waterfall swooping down, and another knife was cut in the void that separates the north and south peaks, there is no air in the knife, but it has a strong momentum, if thousands of tides and waves are superimposed, like the desert yellow sand upside down, a knife cut out of one!

When the word "Dao" sank deep into the ground, his knife had been withdrawn, and his eyes were looking at the sky again.

"I have asked with a knife, 'What about you?'

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