"The love is slim, the hatred is difficult, and half of the life is a knife for hatred. Whether it's a dream or a drunk, but I want to be free in the next life! The second person, but I beg that I won't be your son in the next life!"

At the moment of falling, Du Duqiu thought of his own sad life: his father was a famous swordsman in the rivers and lakes back then, and he was talking about 'a sword that won the business, and he was famous for fifteen years'. In the fifteen years when his father became famous, it can be said that he was alone. One person and one sword, picking out all the masters of all sects and factions in Shenzhou, and those who competed with him were all killed and injured under his sword in the end. For this reason, he also made a lot of life and death enemies for him. On a bitterly cold winter's day, his father fought for a sword book, and although the other party died, he himself was seriously injured. His enemies got the news and took advantage of this to chase him all the way, and finally fell into a fast-flowing river under the cliff, and disappeared. The enemies also thought that he was dead, but the story had just begun.

Fortunately, his father's martial arts roots were deep, and he still had a faint breath when he was washed downstream, and then he happened to be rescued by a fisherman who was fishing nearby. Although his life was saved in the end, most of the five qi in his chest were gone, and his body was greatly lost, and he was no longer able to seek revenge on his enemies. He simply stayed in this small fish village, slowly waiting for the five qi in his chest to reunite, and just took this opportunity to study the sword book he had obtained with his own life.

The days passed day by day, but it would be good if it just passed, and there would be no tragedy after the autumn alone. Fate is so impermanent, providence is so tricky, day after day naturally love each other, his father fell in love with a woman in the village, and finally gave birth to a Lin'er, that person is alone in autumn.

Year after year, his father's martial arts roots were finally restored under the healing of time, and he was just six years old that year. His father wanted to go back to the outside to take revenge, saying that he would come back to reunite with them after taking revenge. His mother didn't stop him, because she knew she couldn't. The days passed day by day, and Duqiu and his mother were looking forward to his return every day, and God did not live up to his wishes, and he came back that night. It's just that the expression is full of endless loneliness, rivers and lakes, rivers and lakes, it is not your rivers and lakes alone, and it is no longer your rivers and lakes. In the past few years of his absence, I don't know how many masters have come out of the rivers and lakes. The back waves of the Yangtze River push the front waves, and then enter the rivers and lakes without knowing you. He was defeated, defeated, defeated. The only hope he had left was the sword book that he couldn't figure out in the past few years.

"You have to be desperate and ruthless, so that you can punish immortals with a sword!" At that time, he never understood what the first sentence of the sword score meant, but when he returned to Xiaoyu Village again, he understood. "Killing his wife and preaching", when he pierced his wife's heart with a sword, he had already practiced the 'Four Swords of Zhuxian'. Duqiu didn't scream or cry, just calmly watched his father slowly leave here with the murder weapon that killed his mother, and his father didn't even look at him. Since then, there has been an additional swordsman called 'Second Man' on the rivers and lakes, because his sword is "the best in the world"!

That night, in the young Duqiu's heart, a seed had been planted that he would cling to for the rest of his life, that is, revenge! That person practiced swords, and he practiced swords, because his sword was already the best in the world, and only by practicing the best sword in the world could he have a chance to defeat him.

Since then, Du Qiu has only practiced one knife, and he has repeatedly swung his knife at the waterfall behind his village every day. Year after year, when the wind blew the snow and was eighteen years old, he was able to cut off the water when he drew a knife. Duqiu felt that he was already qualified to challenge that person, so he left the small fish village that had raised him for eighteen years and stepped into the rivers and lakes that he would never look back from. 'The frog at the bottom of the well', this is the first defeat after he stepped into the rivers and lakes, and it is also a defeat that makes Blowing Snow finally see the gap between him and that person. He asked the man who had defeated him, "How is your sword better than the 'second man'?" and the man replied to him, "Far inferior!" The frog at the bottom of the well did not discourage him, but strengthened his determination to practice his sword. At that time, he had already practiced 'a knife in his hand' to an incredible level, and he even realized 'a knife in his eyes' in a duel. He thought he had practiced his sword to the extreme, so he finally stretched out the sword in his hand to the number one sword in the world on that day. There is no doubt that he was defeated. He thought that his move of 'splitting the spring and autumn' was the time for him to take revenge. But he was still defeated by that person's sword, and he didn't even force that person to use the 'Four Swords of Zhu Xian'.

"Will be overwhelming, willing to be the second person in the world" Yes, when he was still struggling to pursue the first in the world, that person was already willing to be the second person in the world. No wonder he loses, because not in the same world. It was that defeat that made him doubt the knife in his hand. He began to improve his strength by any means, as long as it could improve his strength, he would take it, hoping that one day he would be able to take revenge. When he heard that a scroll of Seven Treasures had appeared on the rivers and lakes, he knew that this was what he wanted. So he rushed to Liucheng and met the young man who was said to have a scroll of magic in his hand. But in the end, he didn't get the magic scroll, but he lost his life.

"I am obsessed with hatred in this life, and I will only be obsessed with the knife in the next life!" At the end of his life, he finally broke through his own way.

Where he fell, the air began to distort, and the infinite sword intent actually began to condense towards the place in his heart. The knives were forced to retreat again and again, and after a while, they were forced hundreds of meters away. The clouds in the sky, which had already begun to calm down, began to slowly darken again, constantly distorting to form a whirlpool. In the center of the whirlpool, a rain of knives continued to fall towards the heart of the wind-blown snow.

"I'm going to go, is this the rhythm of condensing the knife's heart?"

"Actually broke through between life and death, what shit luck! Xin Yu met the little master, I won't make another attack on the fallen enemy, if it were someone else, I would have interrupted your white-haired breakthrough. Looking at Du Qiu, who was about to successfully condense the heart of the knife, the knife turned around and wanted to leave.

"It's not that I'm defeated, it's just that my knife is blunt, thank you for sharpening it again!"

"Huh?" Hearing a thank you from behind him, the knife felt incredulous: "I was still fighting to death just now, and now I am very grateful?"

"There are many times when fate determines life, this defeat has made me see the road ahead, the magic is no longer important, the important thing is that now I only believe in the knife in my hand!"

"You really don't want the Seven Treasures Technique?" Hearing that no one answered, the knife turned around and saw that there was still the figure of the white hair, thinking that he had already left.

"Big brother!"

"Huh?"

"Defeated in the autumn alone!"

"Hmm!"

"Even the 'sword' of one of the seven cultivators has been defeated, should we withdraw?"

"Withdraw!".

"Call Falcon, call Falcon! Target has entered Area 3, has entered Area 3! Deliver a critical blow at any time, a critical blow!"

"Understood!"

With a "snap", he put down the walkie-talkie in his hand, his face was covered by the brim of his hat, and he couldn't see what he looked like. I just watched him fiddle with the huge gun in front of him, no, it should be called a cannon more appropriately! His figure in the sight gradually enlarged, and finally the crosshair was actually aimed at his back.

"Huh?" found that a steel ball shot at him at an extremely high speed a few kilometers behind him, and Du Qiu only moved slightly, and the steel ball that was attacking him at least ten times the speed of sound instantly turned into iron powder and dissipated into the air.

"Bang", when the steel ball dissipated, there was a sound of air explosion at the muzzle of the gun. The eye in the sight was bigger than a cow, as if he had seen something incredible. Immediately after that, the owner of that eye suddenly turned into a blood mist with a "whoosh", inheriting the same fate as the steel ball.

"Wherever your mind goes, it's a knife!" he said softly, without looking back, and continued to walk forward.

"Waste, a bunch of waste! You guys can't kill him with the world's most advanced murder weapon!

In a luxurious villa, a group of big men in black were actually reprimanded by a thin middle-aged man, but the group of big men in black didn't dare to raise their heads.

"Boss, the person who killed the young master may be the legendary man in the rivers and lakes, and even in the rivers and lakes, he can be regarded as the top one!" When the boss heard his words, not only did he not get angry, but scolded even louder: "I don't care if he is from the rivers and lakes, I just want him to bury my son!"

"Oh, that wicked boy turned out to be your son. If the upper beam is not right, the lower beam will be crooked, and it seems that you are not a good thing!". I didn't see anyone talking, but this sentence suddenly floated in the hall, and then the skinny boss suddenly turned into a cloud of blood mist and dissipated into the air.