Chapter Ninety-Six: Qin Chong's Knife
() Qin Chong has been staring at Nan Tianyi, no, it should be Bai Zejian in Nan Tianyi's arms, his eyes, which had been slightly wooden, became bright, and there was a hint of uncertainty on his old-fashioned and stiff face.
Yu Gushan's heart moved, and he suddenly spoke: "Old Qin is long hidden in the mountains and forests, I'm afraid I still don't know, the most sensational news in the rivers and lakes recently is this sword demon disciple." ”
Qin Zhong kept staring at Bai Zejian, and after hearing Yu Gushan's words, he slowly moved his gaze to Nantian Yi's face, his gaze was like a torch.
"Your Excellency knows the tutor?"
When Nantian saw his appearance, the black line on his forehead, he suddenly thought of something bad, and couldn't help asking.
"Yes, of course, Sword Demon...... Unforgettable!"
Qin Chong's voice was faint, but he could hear a lot of ups and downs, clutching the empty sleeve on the left side, with endless vicissitudes in his tone, and his voice was hoarse: "My arm, thanks to your master back then, often hurts faintly every rainy night and cold!"
As he spoke, as if remembering something, his hands tightened, and his face was a little colder: "But what brought me more was humiliation!"
Immediately raised his eyes, a ray of inexplicable brilliance bloomed in his withered eyes, and he stared at Nan Tianyi tightly, as if he had met that person again, and faced the sword again.
Slowly pulled out the pitch-black firewood knife, the inky black blade flashed a terrifying light, and with a light swing, there seemed to be flames rising in his eyes, full of monstrous war intent.
Nan Tianyi looked at the old man in front of him, sighed in his heart, and secretly said Sure enough, he couldn't help but feel speechless, and secretly slandered himself, it was the debt that the master owed when he was young!
Qin Zhong held the knife steadily, with a black and bright luster, and the blades were not sharp, but gave people a feeling of being thick and heavy, like a big mountain, not leaking the edge, but making people sigh.
"Good knives!"
Nan Tianyi praised from the bottom of his heart.
Qin Chong's fingertips stroked the inky black blade, feeling the softness and coldness that came from it, and the stiff lines on his face showed a little softness: "This knife, I have been in a mess, I have been grinding it for twenty-two years, and now I understand that what I have been waiting for is today and now...... After this war, I have no regrets in this life!"
"My name is Qin Chong, I was defeated by your master's sword, leaving an arm, half a life, today, Qin Chong, hold the knife and ask Tianze again!"
As the words fell, Qin Chong's figure became more and more upright, and the brilliance in his eyes became brighter and brighter, and finally there seemed to be a brilliance blooming, just like a dead tree in spring.
"Please!"
Nantian Bai Ze came out of the sheath and stood solemnly.
"Good! Good sword, better people, I have sharpened my sword for 20 years, and I have realized three swords, please give it a try." ”
Qin Zhong looked at Nan Tianyi, his eyes showed appreciation, and then his face turned pale, took a step, raised his hand, and raised his knife.
The hand holding the knife is extremely stable, and the rhythm of the whole person is accompanied by the trend of the knife, as if it is integrated, the person is the knife, the knife is the person, the knife has not yet come out, and its momentum has arrived.
"The first knife, the spirit is gone!"
With a swing of the knife, Qin Chong's whole body changed momentum, and he suddenly felt a sense of heroic twilight and thin days.
The hand rose and fell, and the pitch-black wood knife in his hand was cut down, the whole movement was smooth, but it seemed very slow, this knife seemed light and fluttering, powerless and invisible, but the naked eye could see that the space in front of Qin Chong's body was rippling layer by layer, as if it was paddling in the water.
Nan Tianyi's heart moved, looking at this invisible blade, Bai Ze in his hand turned slightly, and the sword qi that ran through it passed straight from his arm to the sword blade, and a whirlwind of blue and white sword qi surrounded it.
Towards the water-like sword, Nan Tian waited intently, until he was only three steps away, Bai Ze in his hand had floated out, but it was neither a chip, nor a thorn, but a slow arc in front of him.
Like a deep whirlpool, and like a giant python that is strangled, a thick breath of death came out of it, like soft but rigid, and there was a buzzing sound from Bai Ze's sword body, slowly drawing that sword qi in.
Nantian has been taking three steps back, and Bai Ze in his hand has also followed Nan Tianyi's pace, slowly dancing three times, every step back, every time he turns, the sword is three points weaker.
Until the end, the sword quietly dissipated, turned into invisible, and disappeared between heaven and earth.
Xiao Baiyi's eyes lit up slightly, and he opened his mouth to praise: "What a trick to combine femininity and femininity, turning reality into fiction!"
Li Xingkong stood with his hands on the side, and snorted: "Hmph! It's all bells and whistles, no matter how many changes there are, in a certain opinion, it's just a punch." ”
Xiao Baiyi glanced at Li Xingkong and shook his head, quite speechless.
"Okay! ”
At this moment, Qin Chong had already taken another step, as if there was a strong wind following, a long black light swayed, and the second knife had already been cut out.
"The second knife, in the world!"
When the words fell, a shining blade appeared, and in a blink of an eye, the knife shone brightly, like the warm sun of autumn, which gave people an urge to throw themselves into it, but in an instant, the whole person of Nantian was enveloped in it.
The sword unleashed, swinging a few feet of slashing, endless darkness, destroying all enemies in its pass.
Nan Tian's body did not move, so he stared ahead in a daze, because this move was unavoidable, and the sword flashed, as if he wanted to trace to the ends of the earth.
This knife is very fast, like the first sun, showing the opportunity of the day, fast people do not have time to react, the knife is bright, just like a lifetime of horses, when the meaning is not finished, it has reached the end of dusk.
This knife is so fast that it can't be avoided, it can't be dodged, it can only be followed, but more importantly, Nan Tianyi never thought of dodging.
Rather take in the straight, not in the song!
The sword, with two edges and a straight body, has been known as a gentleman's weapon since ancient times.
The dignity of the swordsman and the glory of the swordsman make Nan Tianyi unable to retreat.
The sharpness of this knife made Nantian even more happy when he saw Hunting, and he couldn't wait to use this knife to prove his sword and his heart.
When the sword was the most brilliant and strong, Nantian moved, and Bai Ze in his hand continued to tremble, as if he had come to life, making a heartbeat sound.
Airplanes......
Bai Ze rose slowly, carrying a dazzling sword light, and before the light passed, the sword blade had already floated in, emerging from the void, and naturally, it would also bring everything back to the void.
The sword was invisible, and the collision in the air, the aftermath of the Dao slowly spread, and the stone slabs below it also shattered with the fluctuations in the air, turning into powder, nothing earth-shattering, and it ended quietly and silently.
After the second slash, no one spoke, all silent.
And in the third knife, Qin Chong never stepped forward, but stood in place, as if countless pictures flashed in his eyes, seeing all kinds of life, seeing birth, old age, sickness and death, a trance, it is a lifetime.
"The third knife, lonely sigh!"
Life is lonely, just like the last knife cut out, hidden but not leaked, the edge is scattered, but it is the purest knife intent, this knife has been a combination of human and knife, cut out, as if it is a lifelong pursuit that is constantly told, until the end, only into a long sigh.
And like a thunderbolt, the loudest chapter of life, a knife swing, is invincible courage, at that moment, people are like knives, knives are people.
This third knife is like a crack in the air, cutting out the most brilliant knife, only the brilliant blade can be seen between heaven and earth, and heaven and earth are darkened.
The knife seems to be between the tangible and the invisible, endless but like a thunderbolt exploding, as if constantly jumping in space, making people unpredictable.
This knife, even Xiao Baiyi couldn't help but be moved, and sighed: "What a strong knife intent!"
"It's really good, just with this sword intent, among what I've seen in my life, I can enter the top five!"
Li Xingkong stood with his hands in his hands, with a trace of interest, and a rare sigh of admiration, but he suddenly shook his head without a trace, and said: "But it's a pity that he is old and has a broken arm......"
Yugushan on the side, holding the knife in his hands, saw Qin Chong slash out this extremely strong knife, but there was no joy on his face.
And Su Chitai re-examined Qin Chonglai, his face was solemn, and when he saw it at first, he just thought it was an old man who walked into the coffin with half a foot, and he also broke an arm, even if he was also a half-step celestial, he still had a little strength left.
Therefore, Su Chitai was very disdainful at first, but when he saw Qin Chong's extremely powerful three swords, he thought that if it was him, how should he stop it?
When he looked at Qin Chong again, Su Chitai's gaze was already a little respectful, and there was no contempt.
In the Northern Yuan Dynasty, no matter friend or foe, as long as they are strong, they have always been respected by people.
And at this moment, Nantian, who was facing its blade, did not change his complexion, there was no sadness or joy, but the light in his eyes became more and more hot, and Bai Ze in his hand seemed to sense something, as if he was humming with joy.
This knife intent full of endless sorrow, after a knife, is life, so that Nantian can't help but escape into the realm of emptiness.