A person's name often has its origin or meaning. For example, Ning Que, such as Sangsang, such as Jun Mo, of course, names like Cuihua and Erya must be excluded.

The reason why Li Slow is called Li Slow is naturally because he is very slow, the rhythm of his speech and action is very slow, he walks very slowly, and even his cultivation is very slow.

It took him a full seventeen years to not be confused, and he couldn't compare with his younger brothers and sisters at all, of course, after that, he suddenly became very fast, and it only took three months to become a mystery, and then, in the evening, he knew his fate.

Li slowly is such a person, starting very slowly, then extremely fast, walking extremely slowly, but the fastest in the world, in the same way, he has never fought before, no matter when facing Ye Su or anyone, he has admitted this, but he has never believed that it is the truth. Later he learned to fight and kill, and the slow became fast again.

He mastered countless methods of fighting at an unimaginable speed, Chen Pipi's Tianxia Xi Divine Finger, Jun Mo's respect for each other, Haoran Sword, and Master's stick, including the stick he had previously stabbed with the Lord.

He used Liu Bai's sword.

Such a sword, of course, is not slow.

This is Li slowly, the slowest Li slowly, the fastest Li slowly.

Standing on the snowy peak, the viewer raised his head to look at the bright moon surrounded by stars in the night sky, and said in admiration: "What a good disciple you have taught. ”

There is no resentment in this sentence, only admiration.

Although he is a great cultivator who has advanced to the realm of pure tranquility, he can look down on the greed and hatred of the world, but after all, he does not ignore it, and the contemplator still pursues it. Since he was defeated by his master, he did not expect to win against the other party, but he hoped that the students he taught could win against the master's students.

In fact, the two students he taught were indeed remarkable, Ye Su founded Protestantism and eventually became holy, but he knew very well that Ye Su's transformation was inseparable from Li's slow ignition in Chang'an City. and Longqing embarked on a path that had never been taken by his predecessors, but in the end he died in the hands of Ning Que.

Hearing the praise of the teacher, the senior brother bowed slightly and returned the salute. Didn't think about anything. In his opinion, this was a matter of course, otherwise how could the Lord let his son worship under the Master's door?

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The night is getting thicker, it is the real night, and it also represents the night that spreads from the north. Just like it has been for the past few years. The world is slowly getting colder. In previous years, even in the middle of winter, the Xiling Divine Kingdom, which was as warm as spring, had already fallen several snows at this time, and the green mountains were already covered with snow.

Snow cage four wilds. The Tang Army from the north and the Dahe ** team from the south. More than ten days ago, he invaded the Xiling Divine Kingdom, and the cavalry of the temple retreated one after another, and finally retreated to the range of hundreds of miles around Taoshan, and the passage of Taoshan to the world fell into the hands of the Tang army and the Dahe army, and Taoshan was trapped into a lonely peak.

This situation has lasted for more than ten days, and the Tang army has never launched a final offensive, and the second and third gentlemen who came on behalf of the academy have never entered the town again, and they don't know where they went, either because they didn't have the confidence to break through the Qingguang Great Array that shrouded Peach Mountain, or because of the butcher in the town?

The longer it lasts, the more it is not a good thing for the besieged enemy army, it is Xu Chi who leads the Tang army, logically speaking, he will not make such a mistake, then this means that the academy is in charge.

Just like those nights in the past, the snow was still slowly falling tonight, and the town was silent, as if it was going to pass without any disturbance, and the next morning would come back to the day......

Footsteps rang out outside the town.

The butcher took off his fur coat, picked up the heavy butcher's knife from the board, walked out of the threshold, and looked at Jun Mo who was walking slowly, his expression was extremely indifferent, or cold.

"You're here to die?"

Jun Mo walked up to him and stopped, raised his hand in salute, and said, "The drunkard is dead." ”

The clouds that looked like painful faces in the far north town were still floating in the night sky, but they weren't too high, and it stood to reason that Peach Mountain, thousands of miles away, would definitely not be able to see clearly.

But naturally there are people who can see clearly.

The butcher came from that small town in the north, how could he not see that cloud? How could he not receive the news of his death, having lived with the drunkard in this world for countless years?

He didn't speak, and looked at Jun Mo silently, like looking at a dead man.

Anyone who is looked at by a figure like the butcher with this kind of eyes will feel frightened, at least a little uneasy, or cold, but Jun Mo's expression has not changed.

"The drunkard is dead. ”

Jun Mo repeated, his tone was very calm, not deliberately pointing out this fact and key point to provoke the other party, but telling an objective fact, including the next sentence.

"You're going to die, too. ”

The butcher raised his eyebrows slightly and said, "How?"

Jun Mo said: "We all know very well that you and the drunkard are very afraid of death, so they will live for so many years, but if he dies, it proves that he is wrong, if you don't want to die, you should take a different path with him." ”

The butcher said, "He goes with the Lord, and I guard the door, which is different." ”

Jun Mo said: "There are thousands of roads in the world, and there are more than these two. ”

The butcher said, "What else?"

Jun Mo said: "How do you choose the wrong way? Which side do you put the chips? Those two roads don't work, and there is a third one, Haotian is back in Chang'an City now, there is no reason why you don't choose this road." ”

"Logically...... By my fear of death...... I should indeed choose your path, I have not seen Haotian in the Kingdom of God, but I have seen her in the world, I have received a promise from her, but ......"

The butcher was silent for a moment, then said, "I don't want to choose that. ”

Jun Mo vaguely guessed his thoughts, slightly respected, saluted again, and said, "Please ask." ”

The butcher's hand holding the hilt of the knife was slightly loose and tight, just like his voice at this time, slightly undulating, but always so firm and calm: "The cultivators who know me and the drunkards always think that he is a relatively chic person, while I am a relatively cruel person, but in fact, I have rarely killed people in the past tens of thousands of years. ”

Jun Mo said: "Indeed. ”

The butcher said, "I don't kill because I'm afraid of death, I'm really afraid." But I ...... Just such a companion, he was killed by your academy, and I have to do something for him. ”

Jun Mo was silent.

The butcher said, "Because he is my companion." ”

Jun Mo was still silent, and said after a long time: "It makes sense. ”

It does make sense.

People like the drunkard and the butcher, if they were not for each other's company, would have been lost in the long and endless path of cultivation, and no one would have been able to endure that kind of loneliness.

The good thing is that they can keep each other company.

They are each other's only companions, and if the butcher does not do something for the drunkard, no one does.

Jun Mo thought that the butcher's words were very reasonable. He stopped trying to persuade him.

He has always had a lot of respect for the truth.

He pulled out the square, straight iron sword. said, "Please." ”

The butcher held up the oil-stained butcher's knife and said, "I'll cut a way." ”

There is no road, so you need to cut a road.

The butcher raised his knife and slashed at Jun Mo without any moves. There are no tricks either. You don't even feel the slightest breath of heaven and earth on the knife. It looks like, no, it's just a simple knife.

Of course, this knife is not simple.

If someone wields thousands of blows a day with a butcher's knife that weighs like a mountain. More than 300 days a year, cutting non-stop every day, this kind of day has been reunited for tens of thousands of years, so how many knives did he cut?

No one has done this, only the butcher has done this, and only he can do this, because he has lived long enough, so he has been practicing long enough.

It is said that cultivation lies in talent and diligence, and the butcher's cultivation talent is naturally one of the best people in history, and his diligence is also one of the best people.

Thousands multiplied by three hundred and then multiplied by tens of thousands, how many knives is that?

Meaning, this knife is invincible.

Liu Bai came back to life, and he couldn't take this knife hard.

The viewer will not want to take this knife hard.

Except for Ke Haoran, no one has ever been able to take the butcher's knife hard.

Jun Mo's eyes lit up.

He knew what this knife meant, those two words, very dazzling.

Uncle Xiao is his idol, and he wants to take this knife.

If his arms are intact, or he will really take one.

But now he only had one arm left, and the iron sword was in one end in his hand, and the other end was in the night snow.

That's the rootless willow.

The glint in his eyes dimmed slightly, then brightened again, and calmed down.

Jun Mo took a step back, lifted the iron sword upside down, raised his knees, and kicked his left foot upward.

This kick, he kicked the sky, and he kicked the sky.

He kicked the tip of the iron sword.

The iron sword roared through the air, but it did not leave, as if it had become a bowstring.

One end of the string is in his hand and the other end is at his feet.

The iron sword slashed at the iron sword, and the string was bent but not broken.

The iron sword is like a string, Jun Mo is like an arrow, retreating, like lightning, and retreating along the long street.

In the end, he didn't choose to take the butcher's knife hard.

Because tonight, it is not his own battle.

He is the proud Jun Mo, but he is also the second senior brother of the academy.

However, the butcher's knife intent was terrifying, and it still embellished him.

With a terrifying sound, the iron sword bent sharply.

Finally touching his crown.

His hair hadn't returned to its original length, but he had put it back on tonight.

The crown is like a boat, helping him sail in the huge waves of the breath of heaven and earth, without turning over or overturning.

Jun Mo continued to retreat, until he withdrew from the town and retreated to the bottom of the cliff.

The sword intent was still unresolved, only a snorting sound could be heard, a clear crack appeared in his chest, and a deep mark appeared on his iron sword.

This iron sword, at the bottom of the sinkhole in the extreme western wasteland, led the serfs to fight against the Hanging Temple for several years, and it was not broken, but it was slightly deformed, and then it was repaired as before, but it was almost cut off by the butcher tonight.

What a terrifying knife, it is really invincible.

Jun Mo retreated to the bottom of the cliff.

His right foot fell, kicked into the sky, and turned into a rock pine, like nailed to the ground, and never retreated.

The butcher also arrived.

Contrary to popular belief, butchers are not too slow.

The corners of Jun Mo's lips were overflowing with blood, looking at the second knife that came again through the night, but his expression was extremely quiet.

He couldn't stop the butcher's knife, and when he retreated, he was still wounded.

But all he wants is a butcher to come here.

A mournful cicada chirp sounded.

It was as if there was a huge cicada, with its transparent wings spread, in front of the cliff.

It just caged the place where the butcher was standing.

The butcher entered the world of cicada wings, which was completely isolated from the world of Haotian.

Even great cultivators who have passed through the Five Realms may not be able to create their own worlds, especially the two worlds composed of transparent and formless cicada wings, which are actually indestructible.

"It's just a chilling cicada, how can you trap me!"

The butcher had to fly, and in the midst of a loud shout, he slashed towards the transparent world barrier!

Snort!

A crack appeared in the transparent cicada's wings!

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(I'd love to name this chapter: The Butcher's Knife...... There is one more chapter. (To be continued......)