The white snow of the Daisetsuzan Mountains reflects the faint moonlight and lights up the night.

Zhang Chu, who was dressed in night clothes and wearing a blood-colored Shura mask, stood in front of the mountain gate of the Wan's Heavenly Sword Gate, looking up at the towering and tall building through the dim moonlight.

On the floor card, there are engraved three big characters of "Heavenly Dao Gate".

He didn't know calligraphy.

But he knows how to swords.

The three big characters on the building card are clearly chopped with a long knife.

One stroke at a time.

Knives and knives are different.

But they are all connected.

In the hearty insolence, it reveals the coldness of everyone in the world who is drunk and awake.

Under the coldness that leaves no room, there is still the warmth of cutting and untidy.

Best-in-class knife skills.

Second-rate spirit.

Zhang Chu guessed that the three words on the building plate should have been left by the sword master "Northern Crazy Knife" in the past.

He remembered that in the past, when he took the introductory knife technique "Tianshuang Knife" of the Heavenly Sword Gate like a treasure, and went to consult Liang Chongxiao, the little old man's evaluation of this Grandmaster Wan: Cold is skin, avalanche is meat, and ruthlessness is true.

People who can practice this kind of sword technique, not to mention killing their sister and preaching, how can they be lonely and arrogant, and they will not be in their hearts?

But judging from the fact that when Grandmaster Wan was dying, he supported his son Wan Jiangliu and competed with Gu Xiaolou, a hard-working disciple of the mountain, for the position of the next head, it seems that this Grandmaster Wan's sword intent has obviously not been practiced at home.

"Maybe from the very beginning, he chose the wrong path, obviously he couldn't be ruthless, but he tried to enter the realm of the Flying Grandmaster with ruthlessness......"

Zhang Chu tried to make a summary of the long-known Grandmaster Wan, but then he suddenly felt a little emotional.

He remembered the unprecedented admiration and admiration in the tone of the little old man when he mentioned this sword path master in the past.

The little old man is definitely a proud man.

But for Wan Wanjie, a sword path master who is not yet a grandmaster, he is willing to be called a grandmaster.

It even affected Zhang Chu, and to this day, he calls Wanjie in his heart, and he is called a grandmaster.

However, there is a difference between the evaluation of Wanjie and the dry little old man.

All along, the little old man has been as majestic as a mountain in his heart.

The little old man's evaluation of people and things, he doesn't say that he takes it as a motto, but most of the time, he subconsciously follows it.

In a sense, although the little old man has been dead for nearly three years, Zhang Chu is still looking at many people and things with his eyes.

This is the inheritance of the teacher's way.

It is also the shadow left by the master to the apprentice.

It's like when children are young, they always feel that their parents are the smartest and most powerful people in the world.

It wasn't until one day, when he discovered that his parents weren't that smart or strong, that he began to grow up and become independent.

It's like Zhang Chu at this moment.

He also compared his evaluation of Wanjie in the past and now, only to find that the little old man's sight was no longer the end of his sight.

Although he has not yet reached the level of the little old man's peak, his eyes have begun to see places that the little old man's eyes can't see.

At least, the mountain that Sipin was unattainable and invincible in his heart had collapsed......

Zhang Chu felt that this might be the biggest gain from defeating the Wanshi Heavenly Sword Gate this time.

Of course, he has already collected the big head, and he will not let go of the mosquito legs in front of him.

Zhang Chu retracted his gaze, looked at the palace group at the end of the long steps in front of him, and waved his hand lightly......

The black-pressed crowd rushed out silently, leaving only the two corpses of the Wan Heavenly Sword Gate guarding the mountain gate.

Wan's Heavenly Sword Gate has accumulated for seventy years, and it is all his!

......

"Brothers, it's better to be broken than broken!"

"Swear to live and die together with the master!"

"Kill the thief!"

In the hysterical roar, one by one, the white-clothed Wan's Heavenly Sword Sect men with long knives in their hands rushed out of the gorgeous and majestic palaces, and rushed forward to the black-clothed and iron-faced dagger guards one after another.

The dagger guards meet with crossbows and short knives.

In terms of numbers, the dagger guards are still at a disadvantage.

The selection of six shadows and six guards is strict, and those who are not loyal and capable are not allowed to be selected.

As a result, although the Blood Shadow Guards have a huge manpower comparable to the Taiping Society, as the elite Six Shadows and Six Guards, the number of them is only more than a hundred people.

And the Wan's Heavenly Sword Sect, although Zhang Chu slaughtered two waves of elite disciples one after another, but at this moment, looking at this shadowy appearance, there are more than four or five hundred?

Fortunately, although there are many people left behind in the Wanshi Heavenly Sword Gate to guard the mountain gate, there are no masters in charge.

Wan Jiang flowed down the mountain, and he went towards the Gu family and his party, and all the masters of the Wan Heavenly Sword Gate were taken away.

The two strongest Qipins were also stabbed by Zhang Chu one by one, like chopping melons and vegetables.

The rest of the trash fish, under the crossbow arrows of the dagger guards alternately covered, fell in rows.

The assassins were in charge of assassinations, assassinations.

They are not martial artists, they are killers, and they are dead soldiers, so they don't need to pay attention to martial arts and rules.

The crossbow arrows in their hands are quenched with poison, and they see blood sealing their throats.

......

After Zhang Chu slashed a huge stainless steel lock like a stone lock, he opened two heavy iron-clad doors with one foot.

Nothing could be seen inside the dark temple.

"Fire. ”

Zhang Chu didn't say anything back, and immediately a spy handed Zhang Chu a torch.

Zhang Chu walked in with a torch, and saw that there were wooden weapon racks arranged in an orderly manner in the main hall, and long knives with sheaths were placed on each weapon rack.

The difference is that there are seven or eight long knives on some weapon racks, and the scabbards are exactly the same, which looks like a standard road goods.

There are also weapon racks, only two or three long knives are placed, and the shape of the long knife and the material and decoration of the scabbard are not the same, and it is a fine product at a glance.

There are dozens of weapon racks, placed on a high base, with only a long knife placed on it, and there is no weapon rack within a radius of one zhang, no need to pull it out to check, everyone knows that it must be a rare boutique.

On the square, there is only one knife.

Looking at the shape of the scabbard, it looks a bit like the horizontal knife he used to make, but the blade is not straight, but a silver-white long knife with a slight arc, and the knife is nearly four feet long.

This long knife is different from other long knives.

The long knife has an incense burner in front and a portrait hanging behind it.

The portrait depicts a dignified old man who does not smile, with a straight back, and who is not half old except for a white hair, with this silver-white long knife hanging from his waist.

Zhang Chu was happy to see the hunt, and he had no scruples, so he casually handed the torch to the dagger guard behind him, and stepped forward to pick up the silver-white long knife and was about to pull it out and taste it.

All the time.

The blade does not move.

Zhang Chu was stunned, and then he found that the junction between the scabbard and the handle of this knife seemed to be sealed by molten iron.

As soon as he frowned, hot blood poured into the scabbard from his left hand, which was holding the scabbard, and shook it lightly with his strength.

"Khooth. ”

A flash of snow light brought a clear sword roar into the sky, like a sharp blade and body, and the invisible knife qi swung towards the surroundings like a storm.

In an instant, all the standard knives fell from the weapon rack and fell to the ground.

The fine long knife with the knife with the weapon rack slid backwards for more than a zhang.

The sword was windless and automatic, trembling wildly in the scabbard and making a sharp knife sound.

The silver-white knife fell, like chopsticks inserting tofu, and easily inserted it into the bluestone slab three feet in front of Zhang Chu.

A strand of sideburns fell silently.

Zhang Chu stretched out his hand and touched his neck, only to feel that his hand was warm.

He smiled, clutched his neck, walked over to the silver-white knife and crouched down.

The silver-white long knife was still trembling like a willow branch, and it made a Qingyue knife sound like a jade bead falling on a silver plate, as if to warn Zhang Chu not to get close to him.

Zhang Chu didn't seem to hear it.

He tilted his head and examined the long knife closely.

The knife is about four feet long.

The knife is about three fingers wide.

The blade is as bright as a mercury mirror, and it is not clean.

Beautiful adjectives such as heroic, elegant, and fierce can be crowned with this knife.

This is a good knife that can conquer the user based on its appearance.

And when it was unsheathed, the pomp of a hundred knives avoided it proudly declared that it was not a false honor guard knife.

It is a knife that kills.

Zhang Chu looked at it for a while, and finally found two faint inscriptions in the knife grid: Drifting Snow.

"Good knives!"

Zhang Chu laughed, pulled down the sheath of the Cloud Shocking Knife on his waist, poked it to the side of his hand, and inserted the sheath into the bluestone floor, grasping the handle of Piaoxue.

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