"No, no matter what moves, there are flaws, but I can't find them."

Thousands of heavy sword shadows are coming, like rain, and like thin threads. These knife shadows are already silky, there is only one line, how can you see clearly?

A sword light flashed in front of Zhou Sheng's eyes, making his eyes narrow. This knife light is the sunlight reflected by the blade, and it is this squint that makes Zhou Sheng suddenly realize.

Looking at those thin knife lines, Zhou Sheng suddenly realized in his heart: "These knife shadows are both real and fake." It doesn't matter if it's real or not. There is only one real sword, and if you want to attack the enemy, you can only use the blade to damage the enemy's body."

Seeing the coming knife, Zhou Sheng's heart became calmer, and in an instant, his thoughts flashed ten thousand times, and infinite calculations were born in it.

"It's vibration, it's vibration. His wrist was constantly vibrating, and the amplitude of this vibration was too small for ordinary people to see. It is this vibration that produces the shadow of the knife. In other words, when he slashes this knife, his wrist will vibrate thousands of times in the process of slashing."

"Vibration again and again, is liliang superposition again and again. In the end, no matter which sword shadow you attack, it will be the superimposed liliang. His liliang is the power of two elephants, and then through superposition, the final liliang produced will not be less than four elephants. No, it's going to break his stack."

Zhou Sheng wanted to understand everything, and stepped forward with a simple split, this split, like a big axe splitting a mountain, was not a knife, nor a person, but a soul, and it was momentum.

Overwhelm people with power!

Zhou Sheng hadn't learned the knife technique, but he had some insight when he understood Hei Er's knife attack. Hei Er took the aggressive route, and he used his years of immersion to achieve untraceable control.

Zhou Sheng himself didn't have time to learn knife techniques, all, he used the simplest move, vertical splitting!

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With this split, the Blood Shadow Knife turned into a bolt of lightning, and there seemed to be a thunderbolt flashing in the snowy goose-feather-like sky.

Under the knife split, like the sting of early spring, the thunder sounded, and the soul of the shocked person trembled faintly, as if he was about to run out of the flesh shell.

A knife of thunder, this is Zhou Sheng's knife containing his own potential, this knife contains his ideals, his past, his spirit, and his everything.

Zhou Sheng felt that he had turned into an indestructible knife, which could split everything, split mountains when encountering mountains, and split seas when encountering seas. The souls under the knife are gone, and the ghosts under the knife are terrifying......

Hei Er's knife changed, the vibration amplitude was faintly disordered, and the soul in his flesh shell seemed to be about to be split in half by Zhou Sheng's knife. forcibly suppressing the vibration of the divine soul and hypnotizing himself in his heart, all this is fake, it is all his own delusion. In the end, his sword oscillated eight hundred times, and although it was not perfect, it also had the power of three elephants.

"Sonorous"

This sound is like the impact of gold and stone, and it is like hitting a porcelain plate with chopsticks.

The snowflakes around the blade were still falling, and they hadn't changed in the slightest. There is no shock wave, no destructive force.

This is the blade liliang restrained, absolutely acting on the opponent.

The knives are separated, and the blades of the two knives are slightly curled.

Zhou Sheng's hands trembled as if dancing, and the knife in his hand also trembled. He stuck the knife in the ground, holding a trembling hand in his other hand, trying to make it stop, but he didn't expect it...... Tremble with your body.

On the snow, a man who seemed to have goat's epilepsy was trembling and almost foaming at the mouth......

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Hei Er's face was iron, and his body was not harmed in the slightest, but his pupils shrank to the extreme, from the size of peanuts to the size of soybeans.

Drops of cold sweat dripped down his forehead, as if something terrible had happened.

In his mind, all sorts of fantasies kept popping up.

In the eighteen layers of hell, he was thrown into an oil pot and fried by bull heads and horse noodles, whipped with a mourning stick, and drunk by the king of Hades. Then, one side of the picture became on the battlefield, he became a small soldier, at the front of the battlefield, and the next moment, the enemy army fired ten thousand arrows, and his body was pierced by ten thousand swords......

A kind of picture of death, every time before death, his will remains absolutely calm and clear, and this is also the most torturous, because you can clearly feel the great horror before death.

There is a saying that there is great terror in death!!

The moment before death, when life leaves, is the most frightening, and there is nothing more terrible than knowing that your life is leaving.

At that moment, it felt like the sky was falling, the ground was sinking, and the entire shijie stopped turning.

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After a long time, he regained his clarity, and a mouthful of blood spurted out, which was the root of the heart and the soul of the soul. His heart was slashed.

Looking at the crazy sheep on the snow, Hei Er's eyes flashed with a hint of discoloration, and he muttered: "What kind of knife technique is this, how can it make people have illusions, how can there be such a knife technique in the world." I have been immersed in knives for more than ten years in my life, and what I have done is to make knives faster and stronger, but I have not achieved this ......."

Zhou Sheng got up from the ground, still trembling uncontrollably, and the liliang of the three elephants made his body spasm.

You can imagine the discomfort of being trampled by three elephants.

"This is the kind of knife technique I just came up with, so that the knife can carry its own will and confuse the enemy. This is just a simple attempt, if the knife is successful, it will not be your own knife, but your own life. At the moment when the knife is slashed, it can even make the opponent have dreams, and experience decades of reincarnation in the dream until death. That's when the knife fell."

Zhou Sheng's knife technique has only just taken shape, not to mention the illusion after decades, it only took Hei Er more than ten seconds to break the illusion and return to normal.

This is also the reason why Hei Er is determined, if he encounters a coward, this knife can immerse him in the illusion for a minute without freeing him.

Hearing Zhou Sheng's words, Hei Er's eyes lit up, this kind of understanding of the knife is very novel, it has transcended the knife itself and reached a certain level. Of course, this is also an idealized state that Zhou Sheng tried, and he wanted to get it, but he couldn't do it!

"Good idea, how did you come up with it?"

Zhou Sheng looked at the sky, holding a cool snowflake in his palm, and said with a wry smile: "I think our shijie may be in the flick of someone else's fingers, in someone else's knife." What exactly is shijie, I don't understand. It's a weird idea, but I always feel like it's true."

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Zhou Sheng dreamed when he was a child, and he always dreamed of a young man in his dreams, who was always wearing a cyan robe, with a wine gourd hanging from his waist, and a black broken sword in his hand.

There was always a hint of mockery on the young man's lips, mocking the day, mocking everything he saw. He would sometimes smile stupidly and mutter, "What is this shijie...... Fake ...... Everything is fake. I searched for it all my life to understand. So what the hell is this shijie...... What is it, I already know, weishenme I ...... Forgot about it?"

At this time, the youth seems to have some kind of disagreement in the brain, so to speak, schizophrenia, and has become a madman.

He slapped his head vigorously with his hands, and used his black broken sword to pry his skull. However, his body seemed to be so hard that even the broken sword that cut through the iron and mud could not pry it open......

"What is my name, I can't forget it, by the way, my name is Si...... , what to think. Isn't that right. Thinking? Hey, weishenme's brain doesn't always remember."

Crazy youths will go out for a walk, drink, eat meat, and kill people......

Anyone who is not pleasing to his eyes, he doesn't care about Sanqi, and slashes it with a sword.

It was a big city, a dark night, a river of blood, and a young man with a sneer on his lips turned the whole city into a dead city.

His sword is so fast that someone else's brain can't react and he will already cut off your head. Whether it is a babbling child or a woman, they have become the souls of his sword......

As the sun rose, the young madman sat at the head of the city, looking at the corpses everywhere, and giggling there.

Not far from the city, there were three vague figures. An old man on crutches, a middle-aged beautiful woman, and a middle-aged man in an imperial robe.

They looked at the young man at the head of the city, and a trace of fear flashed in the depths of their eyes.

The old man's wrinkled face wrinkled, and he muttered: "A hundred years have come, and the sword maniac has started killing again, and this time I don't know if I want to die, there are few people......"

The middle-aged beauty is wearing a veil, and she can't see her face clearly, but she has a graceful body, but she can also see that this is a beauty.

She looked at the young man at the head of the city and said in a low voice, "He seems to have been greatly stimulated, and he always says that our shijie is fake. In the few brains in his skull, it is thought that all this is fake, and so are the dead people. So there is no difference between the living and the dead in his eyes, perhaps, he thinks that even he himself is fake. Maniac ......"

"After all, this madman is the most powerful person in this shijie, and he may know something we don't know!" the middle-aged man in the imperial robe had a trace of sorrow on his face.

One year, the young madman killed for a year, countless people died, and the whole shijie bled blood. The distance he had traveled had become a dead one.

His sword was so fast that no one could stop it......

Finally, the person on this shijie is looking forward to the madman coming to his senses. The youth began to taunt again, mocking himself, mocking this shijie......

Every time this moment, Zhou Sheng will wake up. He didn't know that he had this dream, but Zhou Sheng wanted to figure it out......

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Zhou Sheng's suspicion of this shijie originated from this strange dream.

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Hei Er held the Blood Shadow Knife in his hand, and when he saw the curling blade of the blade, his heart ached. Those who love knives are their own lives. Only with this kind of love and cherishing can the sword produce a spirit, and it can be the same as the owner's heart.

Grunt

Zhou Sheng's stomach rumbled, and after a fight, the physical exertion was too great, and the nutrition could not keep up.

Hei Er said lightly: "Okay, I won't kill you." It is said that zuihou is a move, and it is your luck that you can survive".

Zhou Sheng no longer has the strength to fight, he has exhausted his strength, but he is not worried about the danger of his life. Although he can't ask the sage for help, he still has the Great Sacrifice Technique, and he still has the sacrificial thing in his hands, and that is...... The three heads of the remnant gods in the sea of knowledge.

Nothing can be sacrificed, and only this kind of sacred object can have the possibility of sacrifice.

Zhou Sheng stroked the handle of the knife, a little reluctant, this knife is very easy to use, but it is someone else's thing, he can't grab it, and he can't grab it.

Hei Er's serious face showed a faint smile, and he said lightly: "If you can do me a favor, I will use this knife as a reward!"

Zhou Sheng's eyes flashed, and he said calmly: "Say!"

Since it is to help, you always have to wait for the price to sell, and talk about the matter to discuss.

Hei Er waved his hand, stared at the one-eyed dragons, and said lightly: "You guys go first......"

"Yes, Brother Black".

The One-Eyed Dragons left in a hurry, they shouldn't have listened to themselves, they didn't listen at all, this was also the rule that they could survive.

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In the courtyard, next to the fire of beef stew, two people sat on the ground.

Hei Er held a blood shadow knife, bit his finger, and dripped a few drops of blood on it, smearing it evenly. The blade flashed blood, bright blood.

Raise the knife with your own blood, then slowly put it back in the scabbard on your back.

The Blood Shadow Knife in Zhou Sheng's hand was also swaying slightly, and Zhou Sheng also flicked his fingers, broke a few drops of blood from the belly of his fingers, and flicked it.

Hei Er took out a hundred-year-old mountain ginseng with the thickness of a heel from the big purse on his waist, and the ginseng whiskers that were coiled up and wrapped around the main stem of the mountain ginseng were more than two meters long if straightened out......

broke half of it and handed it to Zhou Sheng, and the two of them gnawed it. Warriors like them, after a fight, they must supplement their nutrition, otherwise their qi and blood will not be able to keep up.

Zhou Sheng was already hungry, so he swallowed half of the ginseng in three or two bites. A strong ginseng fragrance and medicinal fragrance in the mouth, warm in the stomach, and a stream of rich energy, replenished to all parts of the body.

I only ate half full, but Zhou Sheng was not embarrassed to ask for more. A mountain ginseng of this kind of fire also costs hundreds of taels of gold on the market.

Medicinal herbs, the more hot they are, the more expensive they are sold. One or two years old mountain ginseng is worthless in a sack. And in a hundred years, with each additional year, the price has increased exponentially......

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After eating, Hei Er looked at Zhou Sheng and said lightly: "I want you to help me kill ...... Black Big ......"

"What?"

Zhou Sheng was a little stunned, he really didn't expect Hei Er to ask him to kill Hei Da, could it be that their brothers were in the nest?

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PS: 100,000 words, it's not easy. I will continue to write, 10,000 words a day, tired. There is no lunch break, and it will be until eleven o'clock in the evening. When I went back, the lights were out in the dormitory, and I didn't have time to eat, so I could only eat some dry bread for dinner. Spit out some bitter water, I hope you will be moved and click on it at a certain point. Hey, although I read books and watch piracy, because it's convenient, I still hope you can support it.

This shijie said in the book is fake, it is just a beginning, and it is far from the truth of zuihou. As for the reason why Zhou Sheng dreamed, I will express it in the next volume of Zhuang Zhou Mengdie. Hey, thinking about the plot all day long, I think I'm going to be schizophrenic......

I've wanted to write about Sicong for a long time!!