With a swing of his knife, he cut off almost the entire hem of his black robe, folded it twice, and threw it, and the fabric flew steadily towards the table like a big crow.

Pei Ye frowned and looked at the arc it crossed, his eyes glanced at the landing point, and suddenly understood something, and his heart tightened suddenly.

But he didn't have time to do anything, and the crow spread its wings to cover the burning blue flames, and the entire cavern fell into darkness, drowning out his constricted pupils and discoloring countenance. The flame seemed to have no temperature at all, neither igniting nor penetrating the cloth.

People with true qi should have more sensitive five senses. When the light is faint, Wu Zaigu can see more things than Pei Li; When the sound is small, Wu Zaigu can judge the direction more accurately than Pei Li.

I lost 90% of my eyesight, and I was able to play half of my strength; And if you lose ninety percent of your eyesight, you become a waste. It's true that I can't handle your sword skills, but now, do you know when, in which direction, and how to draw your sword?

Pei Li didn't know.

There is no goal, no details of the opponent's moves, no distance between the enemy and me, no time to react, even if he has a stunt, he can only be helpless.

The five senses pulled the hind legs of the sword technique, or it was the sword skill that was too prominent, so that he unexpectedly lasted so long under such a disparity in strength.

The darkness around him seemed to be full of sharp needles, and at any time, in any direction, a fatal blow could strike.

His heart almost stopped, and under the pressure of dying at any time, Pei Ye quickly thought about countermeasures, but to no avail.

This is a conspiracy, and it is a gap caused by strength. It was already easy for a martial artist of the Seven Lives of the Meridian Tree to kill a landlubber, but now things are just back on the normal track.

There is no more time to think, and even the worst response is better than waiting to die.

So regardless of the fact that there was almost an entire room between himself and the flames, Pei Ye strode towards it from memory.

The whole room was only three or five steps away, and when it was close, a glimmer of light seemed to appear in front of him, but Wu Zaigu really wouldn't trap the beast and give him any chance, Pei Ye screamed sharply behind his head, and he was going to cut his neck the next moment.

This is also the last chance that Pei Ye is waiting for!

I don't know from what direction you will attack, so I will take the initiative to expose the most vulnerable back to you; I don't know when you're going to attack, so take the initiative to lift the black cloth and force you to take out the knife at this moment.

The long sword in his hand was already ready to go, he gritted his teeth, twisted his steps, turned around, and took out his sword!

In the darkness, leave everything to providence.

See if your sword can cut his throat faster!

A clash of gold and iron.

Pei Lixin's heart sank to the bottom.

Until this time, Wu Zaigu still did not sacrifice his life to attack.

Pei Ye wanted to gamble with him on a hopeless gamble, but Wu Zaigu didn't put his life on the gambling table at all.

Pei Ye was luring him to take out the sword, why wasn't he waiting for Pei Ye to take out the sword. What he asks for is not to kill the enemy with a sword, but to fight with swords.

As a result, as he expected, under the disparity in strength, Pei Li's sword flew out of his hand and landed with a "ding", like a goose that fell after folding its wings.

In the thirty years of Wu Zaigu's life, he has experienced countless battles to gamble his life, from the reckless negligence at the beginning, to the old experience now, he has long been familiar with the principle of the lion fighting the rabbit with all his strength, and has also seen countless masters of the gutter overturning.

He gave Pei Ye the greatest respect, and turned Pei Ye, a poisonous snake, into a threatening earthworm by first poking his eyes and then pulling out his teeth.

Pei Ye stood motionless, the sweat on his body evaporating and began to make him feel cold. He realized that he had truly become a fish under the knife.

In terms of strength, experience, quick wisdom, decisiveness, and calmness, the other side has all defeated him steadily.

For the first time, Pei Li really experienced this feeling, it was useless after all the tricks were exhausted, his fate was completely in the hands of the enemy, he could kill as much as he wanted, and he could tease as much as he wanted.

The so-called desperate situation is nothing more than that.

He knew the strength of his enemies before, but the feeling of danger and oppression would inspire him to be courageous.

And it was then that the fear of powerlessness to resist death enveloped him for the first time—it was impossible to tell whether it was the fear of death or the fear of powerlessness itself.

There was a chuckle from Wu Zaigu in the darkness, and the sound of pulling the knife flower, he didn't think that he would have the joy of victory in the face of a landlubber, but fortunately, it was over.

Out of the knife.

In the darkness of cold hands and feet, and the strength of the whole body, the wind oppressed, and fear and despair climbed to the top.

At this moment, Pei Ye finally comprehended that little bit of aura.

It turned out that it was not bad luck, but the essence of this swordsmanship turned out to be 'heart and sword harmony'.

After decades of immersion, after the sword moves reached the extreme, the realm that everyone in swordsmanship painstakingly pursued turned out to be the threshold for this set of swordsmanship to enter the house.

Only when the mood fits can you truly use this set of swordsmanship.

And after his mood was completely immersed in despair, Pei Ye finally understood what it was talking about.

Pei liquid.

- You think you are talented, you can compete with your seniors in your forties and fifties at a young age, and everyone praises you, and you are also proud. But have you ever thought that you are just a frog at the bottom of a well?

- You think you are determined, dare to face difficulties, and can persevere, but have you really seen insurmountable difficulties? Have you really tasted complete failure?

- You boast of being brave, benevolent and righteous, and facing strong enemies alone for the sake of your relatives, friends and elders, but are you really ready to die? Who did you save in the end? If you choose again, will you still be able to do it without hesitation?

- You are self-conscious, sharp-minded, good at changing opportunities in the face of the enemy, and accustomed to defeating the strong with the weak. But how have you ever played against a real strong player? At this time, in front of a strong enemy, aren't you ridiculously immature?

Who are you when everything you are proud of is worthless?

Peel off these things layer by layer from the outside to the inside, leaving only the original and weakest "me", like a goose with broken wings on a snowy night, this is the state of mind of the old man surnamed Yue when he founded this swordsmanship.

If you still have the courage to swing your sword.

Then the sword will open its arms to you.

Pei Li's heart was surging, the darkness, fear, the smell of blood, and the imminent blade were all far away, it had nothing to do with life and death, he just couldn't wait to swing this sword out, even if it was the last time before death, he wanted to see what it looked like.

But where is the sword?

The sword is at hand.

Pei Ye stretched out his hand to hold it, a bronze rod more than three feet long, one end was sharp and indescribable, and the other end was inlaid with a gourd.

In the silent night, in front of the dark curtain, countless white images suddenly flew in: snow, jade-like white horses, ice, watery swords covered with frost flowers, white and sharp feathers floating in the sky......

Out of the sword.

Wu Zaigu seems to have fallen into darkness, real darkness.

Ignoring, hearing, and feelingless, even the knife in his hand seems to have been lost, as if he is in the deepest dream, and as if he has been buried in the darkest center of the earth, the feeling of losing everything to rely on is all returned at this moment.

Only a sharp wind ran and roared by.

There was a sharp pain in his throat, and all his five senses returned at once, Wu Zaigu slowly lowered his head, and his chin rested against a hard and cold bronze rod.

This is the first form of the Flying Goose Sword Style on a snowy night.

【Cloudy Sky Covers Eyes and Loses Feathers】