Li Yanyun found that Zhao Rang's knife exhausted all the changes. There are no moves in the knife anymore, as if something extraordinary was born naturally when chaos first opened.

If his 12 sword styles must evolve from his opponent's moves to restrain each other, then in the face of Zhao Rang's extraordinary sword, Li Yanyun has nothing to do.

This is an artistic conception that looks down on the common people, but at the same time melts into all things. Li Yanyun's eyes widened, and cold sweat flowed.

He thought that his sword twelve styles were already the most terrifying sword moves in the world, but he didn't expect that Zhao Rang would be able to make himself helpless and kill him with a single sword.

The eleven style of the knife created by Shang 11, the sword king of the northern realm, collapsed and disintegrated under the sword of Zhao Rang like a god and a demon, like a ghost and a fairy, until it completely disappeared.

The blade was already close to Li Yanyun's neck.

Shang Shiyi, who was standing on the side, had already made it clear that he would not intervene, and his figure moved, only to see that he had no knife in his hand, and he slashed with just one palm, and his momentum was agitated, no weaker than the blade!

"Zhao Gongzi also asked the knife to keep people!"

As Shang Eleven, speaking doesn't count, and he has really committed a taboo. Even though there are no outsiders here, people are doing it, the sky is watching, and there are too many things that owe their conscience, and after a long time, they will be punished sooner or later.

But he still chose to stop it, which shows that the situation has become urgent to the extent that it is beyond control.

Even Shang Shiyi didn't have absolute confidence that he could block Zhao Rang's blade, at this moment, he just wanted to make Zhao Rang's blade pause, slow down, and buy his apprentice a little time.

Unless Shang Shiyi breaks the move with his strength and uses his strong martial arts cultivation to shake it. But in this way, Zhao Rang will be subjected to the power of the shock and will suffer a lot of internal injuries.

He didn't want his apprentice to have an accident, and he didn't want Zhao Rang to get hurt...... In the world, you can only take one step at a time and see one step at a time!

Fortunately, Shang Shiyi finally found this method.

His apprentice Li Yanyun did not have an accident, and Zhao Rang was not injured.

Just as the three parties were about to meet, Zhao Rang's blade was slightly deflected by two and a half inches, and it was the side of Shang Shiyi's palm and the front of Li Yanyun's neck, which swept by.

After all, Zhao Rang's purpose was not to kill people.

The meaning of gambling is to be fair, and before it starts, everyone has half the chance of winning. And a fair win or loss will be convincing, and Zhao Rang's purpose is to convince Li Yanyun.

Sometimes it is much harder to convince a person than to kill him.

When Zhao Rang's blade skimmed his throat, Li Yanyun's whole body was terrified. It was as if his head had been torn apart.

Maybe it was this moment that made Li Yanyun feel that death was so close, so he remembered a lot......

remembered that fifteen years ago, when I was young, I saw my father die under the knives of the Dragon Gang in the Four Seas, remembered that the only valuable thing in my family was an iron pot, which was also smashed and snatched away, remembered that my sister and mother committed suicide in the river after being raped, remembered that I cried in a pool of blood, and remembered that Shang Shiyi pulled him up with a knife......

After turning around again, I remembered the bucket of cold clean water every morning, the Zhihu people that the master asked him to carry, and the noodle soup with a poached egg lying after sunset.

Since he was pulled up by the master, there are only two things in his life - the master and the knife.

When no one is fast with his sword, it is not only his confidence that collapses, but also half of his life.

"Thank you Zhao Gongzi for your mercy!"

Shang Shiyi said in a deep voice.

If Zhao Rang had just cut it down like this, he wouldn't be able to say anything. Since you want to gamble, it is the destiny of each other, gambling money to lose money, gambling knife to lose life.

"The seniors are serious, and I didn't want to kill anyone."

Zhao Rang waved his hand and said.

Shang Shiyi looked at him meaningfully for a while, and finally couldn't help but speak:

"I didn't expect Zhao Gongzi to comprehend the mystery of 'potential' at such a young age, and he could also master one or two! Sooner or later, you will definitely stand at the top of the martial arts and rank first! ”

With Shang Shiyi's cultivation and eyesight, it is not difficult to see the details of Zhao Rang's knife. Therefore, Zhao Rang did not deny it, after all, this thing can't be hidden. What's more, since he used it, he has no intention of hiding it.

"The predecessors praised it falsely, and the kid was also lucky to have some insights by chance."

Shang Shiyi thought so deeply and nodded yes.

I think he has ascended to the realm of the Great Grandmaster of the Three Rank Martial Arts, but he has no understanding of the 'potential' like Ye Sanniang. Once Shang Shiyi was also distressed because he couldn't comprehend and master such a magical power, and even depressed. But now, he is no longer entangled in this, but seeing that Zhao Rang can use it so easily, he still can't help but sigh in his heart.

When I opened my mouth, I was about to say something, but I heard a "poof" sound next to me. The two looked back, but saw that the knife in Li Yanyun's hand had fallen to the ground, and he himself was on his knees, his eyes were blank, his lips were still trembling slightly, and he didn't know what he was muttering to himself.

What Shang Shiyi was about to say turned into a heavy sigh.

He knew that his apprentice would not be able to withstand the blow of defeat, but he didn't know how to comfort him for a while. Perhaps for a young man with a sharp edge, some setbacks may not be a bad thing. Although the turtle is long-lived, there is still a time, Shang Shiyi thought to himself that he had reached this age, he couldn't protect Li Yanyun under his wings for the rest of his life, and he had to let him suffer in order to know how big the world was!

"What kind of knife is this?"

Li Yanyun's originally godless and empty eyes slowly regained some focus.

Zhao Rang stared into his eyes, thought for a while, and said:

"Zhao Jiadao!"

After Li Yanyun heard this, he frowned, thought for a while, shook his head and said:

"It's not your knife technique."

Zhao Rang sighed and said:

"Since it was used from my hands, why not my sword technique?"

A little dazed flashed on Li Yanyun's face.

These words were beyond his realization.

In his opinion, whoever has the knife technique is who's, and it is unique in this world! Others can't use it, and they can't imitate it. Just like his master Shang 11 created the 11th sword style by himself, and later evolved the 12th style, and then passed on these 12 sword techniques to him, then he is the only owner and user.

If Zhao Rang didn't know about his experience in the previous fifteen years, he would only treat him as a fool and wouldn't bother with him. Now, Zhao Rang knew that he was just a knife without a scabbard.

A knife without a scabbard, only concerned with showing its edge. What Zhao Rang wanted to do was to match this knife with a scabbard. But the scabbard is invisible, because it is not outside, but in the heart.

"Just what you say."

"But your knife still has a flaw!"

Li Yanyun turned his words, lifted his knees from the ground, and patted the withered yellow pine needles stained on his pants.

In the latter sentence, Li Yanyun said extremely firmly, as if he had regained his self-confidence!

He thought that Zhao Rang would refute, but he didn't expect Zhao Rang to admit generously:

"You're right, I've just been practicing for a while."

Zhao Rang and Shang Shiyi both knew that this was a big truth, because no one could tell the ins and outs of the 'potential', and they could only rely on personal chance, and they couldn't see or find it.

"Yun'er, don't be infatuated! Zhao Gongzi's knife is the destiny of heaven! ”

Li Yanyun heard that there was no movement, and he was silent for a long time, and suddenly said to Shang Shiyi:

"Master, I want to go to the rivers and lakes by myself!"

Shang Shiyi lowered his head and pondered for a long time before he opened his mouth and replied slowly:

"The original intention of being a teacher is also to let you travel by yourself, increase your knowledge, and learn more about the people in this world...... How...... But ......"

People are old and amorous.

Shang Eleven's words came to this point, and he couldn't help choking.

Li Yanyun had indeed started his own travels before, but although Shang Shiyi and him were called master and apprentice, they were actually like father and son, so they could not rest assured, so they secretly followed and maintained. As a result, this delivery was sent to the Western Regions.

At the end of the day, I'm still not at ease. Thinking that if you live for a day, you can protect him for a day. But now that he heard him say this, Shang Shiyi's heart knot also loosened a lot.

The twilight in the mountains is vast, and the evening breeze rises, sweeping away the fog and changing it for bursts of pine waves. The sword light of Fang Cai has dissipated. No one knew that halfway up the Songtao Mountain in the Western Regions, a swordsman had just completed his own baptism.

"Since you have such a heart, no matter how persistent you are to be a teacher, it is your own infatuation! Yun'er, remember, in this world, in addition to keeping oneself and protecting oneself, there is only one rule left! ”

Zhao Rang was also fascinated by what he heard, especially felt that the words "keeping oneself" and "protecting oneself" should have nothing to do with Shang Shiyi.

"What is it?"

Li Yanyun asked.

"Fuck it!"

Hearing this, Zhao Rangcai felt that it was in line with Shang Eleven's temperament!

Li Yanyun burst out with a burst of hearty laughter, then turned to Zhao Rang, bowed his hand, and said:

"Zhao Gongzi, I just made a bet, I lost!"

Zhao Rang crossed the knife in his chest, and said happily:

"If you admit defeat, I will be disrespectful with this knife?"

Li Yanyun also smiled, made a "please" gesture with his right hand, and replied:

"This is won by Zhao Gongzi himself, and it was given to you by my master. But next time I wait for my knife technique to advance again, I hope Zhao Gongzi can still bet with me once! ”

Zhao Rang readily agreed:

"Just if this knife is temporarily deposited with me, you can come to me at any time when you think you can get it back! I'll be at home when that's the time. ”

After saying that, Zhao let the tip of the knife hang down to the ground, and just thanked Shang Shiyi, suddenly all the pine trees in the slope fell in the same direction, as if there were ten thousand galloping wild cattle and wild horses to break them one after another.

"Yun'er! Zhao Gongzi! Stand behind me! ”

Shang Shiyi's footsteps flew around, facing the direction of the collapse of the pine tree, his arms stretched out, his breath was blowing, and his robe was windless.

The great power that destroyed half of the mountain seemed to be intimidated by Shang Shiyi's prestige, and it suddenly stopped.

But then came an ethereal cold snort, as if coming from the Nine Shadows, breathtaking.

Just hearing this sound makes people's limbs weak and their backs chill!

"The little old man has learned to bully people?!"