What kind of knife is this?

No one knows where the knife is, or even how it was sent.

Before the knife was struck, you couldn't even imagine its speed and power, and you couldn't see its fixed shape.

The flying knife is not yet in hand, but the spirit of the knife is there!

It's not murderous, but it's more intimidating than murderous.

It's some kind of heaven and earth, irreplaceable temperament!

When you see that sword light, you will immediately understand what an earth-shattering knife it is!

Throwing knives, see flying knives again!

This is the real throwing knife!

Came from outside the world just to kill!

Knife...... Voiceless.

Person...... Rains!

......

It turned out that the forty-zhang big knife was just a false one, in order to open up the way forward for this little shocking flying knife!

Can't hide, can't hide at all!

The seemingly small edge locked the center of his eyebrows, and the young sword god felt that his body and soul were completely locked, and he was going to be killed together, and there was nowhere to escape from heaven and earth.

In fact, his mind went blank, his mind stiffened, and every invisible thought was cut off.

Get out of the way, be sure to dodge......

The old man has been practicing knives for a hundred years, how can he be willing to die under this little flying knife?

How can you be like this, how can you be willing to be like this?

An unprovoked fire rose from his heart, thick unwillingness and endless anger, and a fiery light erupted from the depths of his eyes.

Finally, at the moment when Yu Hanmang came to his body, his neck suddenly straightened, and he passed a slight arc.

Laugh at......

Bloodsplatter!

A burly nine-foot body fell from the sky, clutching its neck, blood gushing from between its fingers.

At the last moment, he finally avoided the key point of his eyebrows with an unyielding mind.

Although he was still seriously injured, he finally saved his life under the shocking knife.

"None... Knife... Victory... Yes... Knife...... You... This... Be... Miscellaneous... What... Knife?" His throat leaked, and blood foamed from his mouth, but the young sword god's eyes stared at this young Xiaodao, who still seemed to be at ease after the battle, and asked word by word.

That persistence, if you don't get an answer, you will never give up.

"What kind of knife?" Young Xiaodao couldn't help but be surprised, and after thinking about it, he laughed in a low voice, "This knife is nameless!

"Little... Lu... Fly... Knife?" When the young sword god heard the answer he wanted, he was not relieved, but even more angry.

This shocking knife that almost killed him with one move, how can he have such a hasty name?

Sloppy and even perfunctory!

And what is the self that is defeated under this knife?

"Yes, it's Xiao Lu Feidao!" The young man nodded again, affirming that he had heard correctly.

"Is the original surname Lu?" The young sword god threw away the absurdity of his heart, stood up, and unconsciously the hideous wound on his neck recovered into a trace of blood, which was invisible.

What the name is, after all, it is just a false name, and it doesn't matter.

The true meaning of the sword contained in that knife is the truth, and it has been remembered in his heart and cannot be dispersed.

"The victory and defeat have been decided, don't you still stop?" Seeing him get up again, Lu Chunliang only felt a headache, "There is no grudge between us and us, on the contrary, we all have a common enemy, Beitianmen! Why don't you and me join hands?"

"Hand in hand, the old man has been crisscrossing the rivers and lakes all his life, but he has no interest in cooperating with others!" The young sword god's face was as cold as ever, but there was a light burning like fire in his eyes, "Besides, compared to the true meaning of the sword path, what are these boring grudges? This battle is divided into victory and defeat, but also life and death!

He struck with a knife again with one arm.

At some point, ominous black-brown rust spread back from the ankles of his legs upwards, giving off an air of decay.

But the young sword god never used his sword light to plunder the blood and lives of others again.

Or rather, he doesn't have the heart to care about it anymore!

With both hands turned into knives, he condensed all the essence and spirit he had accumulated all his life, and at this moment, there was no room for anything else in his heart.

An invisible qi spread out from all around him, and the howling wind of the night mountain villa was dismembered and dissolved by an invisible blade, and the light of the stars and moon was shattered, and everything was silent.

The wind breaks, the light goes out, the sound breaks...... Everything is cut off!

Do you take your life to the sword?

For a moment, Lu Chunliang seemed to understand something, and he didn't say anything superfluous, because he had already understood the other party's decision.

A hundred years of Tibetan knives, fighting with the sky, just for the ultimate knife!

Compared to the final bloom of that knife, life is nothing......

In this way, it is worthy of the name of the sword god!

The knife is a person, and a person is a knife, and I am the only one...... Sword God!

At this moment, at this moment, in this situation, any superfluous words are a blasphemy and insult to his life.

Under the locking of the qi machine, Fan Wuxin, the three sword kings, and everyone on the sidelines all held their breath, for fear of leaking a trace of breath and attracting the ultimate sword that broke the earth.

"Heaven doesn't pity me, I recommend my knife with my blood!" The sword god smiled lowly, raised his right hand, and slowly fell.

"Right-handed knife!"

Turn the knife into the right hand and cut it down in the air.

Then the left hand swept sideways.

"Left-handed knife!"

The knife in the right hand is fierce, and the knife in the left hand is dangerous!

One hand and one knife, the right and strange are combined, the left and right crosses are staggered, the knife marks fall, and the shape of the object is divided into four pieces.

Sneer......

Blood splattered!

Two cold stars flashed like lightning.

The sword god's hands hurt.

I didn't see the shadow of the flying knife, and the palms of the left and right hands had been shot out of two shocking holes, and the left and right knives couldn't fall anymore.

But the sword god didn't even frown, his body spun in the air like a spinning top, and his left and right legs swept out like a whirlwind.

Left leg knife!

Right leg knife!

The twin knives spin, strangle everything, and turn to smithereens.

Sneer......

The cold star runs through, and the whirlwind collapses.

Blood flowed from both legs.

The sword god elbowed, exhaled, and spoke...... Every move is turned into a knife!

With life, the essence of lifelong practice is transformed into the knife technique, showing its edge.

But the young trail never moved, but every time a little cold star burst out from his fingertips.

Obviously, he had been on guard and made complete preparations, but he couldn't see that kind of knife all the time, let alone dodge it!

No matter how he dodged, he could never dodge the knife of the law of cause and effect!

He used his life to sword, and before the ultimate mystery was fully formed, it completely collapsed!

How so?

How could there be such a sword against the sky in this world?

This is no longer a mortal sword?

Knife Fairy?

It's really a fairy in the sword!

......

With an unwilling voice and an echo full of regret, a burly body has fallen from the sky.

I don't know when, he is no longer at the peak of his youth, his whole body is wrinkled, and his whole body is like a rotten dead wood, but his eyes are always sharp, always staring at the handsome face of the young Dao Fengshen Yuxiu, and he is puzzled from the bottom of his heart.

"Why, why can't the old man dodge this knife?"

"Where the heart leads, the knife goes. "People are dying, the sword god is dying, and Lu Chunliang doesn't need to hide anything, "Just because this knife has been injected into my heart!"

"Do you use the god to control the sword? It turns out that this is the higher realm of the sword path!" The face of the weeping sword god rose with a strange flush, and he was ecstatic from the bottom of his heart, but he sighed lowly, "It's a pity that the old man understood too late after all!

Although there was sadness in his words, there were not many regrets.

Just because it doesn't matter if it's morning or night, after all, you see the higher heaven and earth of the sword path, then it's ......

That's enough!

In the end, the Dying Twilight Sword God glanced at Lu Chunliang deeply.

"The rivers and lakes all call me the god of the sword! The old man originally expected this, but now he has found out that you are the real sword god! You are the first sword ...... in the world."

Boom!

The name of the rivers and lakes or something, trouble, it's really a big trouble!

When Lu Chunliang heard this, he was about to wave his hand.

But the corner of the drooping old sword god's mouth showed a relieved smile, and he fell headlong.

"Who am I, where am I, where am I going?......"

The sky was spinning, everything was faded, and it was pitch black.

It seems to be shuttling through the time tunnel, and countless long-forgotten pictures and memories fly by in front of you, like a horse.

"Oh!

Come to think of it......

The old man is Hu Fei, the flying ...... of the flying fox

And not the bandits of the bandits!"