"Pick up your knife!"

The sound echoed in his ears, but the knife was stuck at his feet.

The black-faced boy stood in the midst of corpses, his eyes unconsciously fixed on the seemingly dilapidated blade.

Every bit of rust on it is so familiar, soaked in salty sweat and corroded to create clear lines.

The rough material of the handle sharpened from the roots of the old tree was sharpened by his hand, reflecting the glaze, which fit perfectly in his palm.

This is......

His knife!

Originally inserted on the stone pillar, in the midst of the crowd's scuffle, the knife suddenly flew in, close at hand, as if a pair of invisible hands personally delivered the knife to him.

None of this is a coincidence.

"Brother Fairy, it's you!" When he heard the familiar chuckle ringing in his ears, it seemed that he was so calm and light at all times, as if everything in heaven and earth was not concerned about his heart, the black-faced young man's expression moved, and then his depressed and gloomy eyes burst into ecstatic light, rekindling hope.

"If you have a thousand ways to endure, it is better to slaughter with a knife! You must know that the knife technique I taught you is not for the sake of promises. With this knife in hand, the murderous intent arises. If there is any grievance, cut it off!" the voice sounded in his ears again, but it echoed in the deepest part of his heart, and it did not stop for a long time.

"But, big brother fairy!" the black-faced young man suddenly lost his voice when he heard this, "I don't have any relatives in the world, I am alone, and my father told me when he was dying, I must endure it when I encounter trouble and save my life......"

Daddy's staring was still in his ears, and the young man struggled, wanting to stretch out his hand, but hesitated.

"Hehe......" but laughed when he heard it, "You don't have a knife in your hand, so you naturally need to endure all injustices, and only ask God to have mercy and give you a glimmer of life." But now that you have a knife in your hand, why should you endure it any longer? You must know that there is no way to live and die, and instead of passively living, it is better to pick up your knife and forcibly split a path! Do not seek heaven, do not seek earth, let alone others, but only yourself!"

The sound was like a fall, word by word, the gold stone fell to the ground, and then it was completely silent, as if it had never existed.

"Huh......" The black-faced young man felt light, and then he found that the rope that was tied to him at some point had been loosened silently, showing that all this was not fake.

And now that two choices have been placed in front of him, two paths are at his feet.

Either survive as promised, or pick up your own knife and split a path of life and death!

The black-faced young man stared coldly at the wood knife under his feet, so close, so close, as long as he bent down, he could ......

But......

His father's dying advice was still in his ears, but the fairy brother put the knife in front of him, and he didn't know what to do for a while.

"Such a boy who is no different from a beggar, how can He De get a fairy sword to recognize the master?"

"You must force him to tell the secret of taming the fairy sword! The inheritance of the sword fairy is mine, and no one can snatch it!"

"Get out of here! Who dares to snatch the fairy knife with my Yellow River knife ghost? Lao Tzu, I will split him!"

......

Suddenly, his heart trembled, and he saw a pair of hideous faces close in front of him.

These swordsmen in the eyes of ordinary people are now greedy and bloodthirsty in their eyes, in order to compete for the fairy knife, the big knife in their hands is wantonly slashing, blood splattered on their faces, one by one like evil ghosts crawling out of hell, fierce and terrifying.

The black-faced young man's eyes trembled, his heart beat violently, and he seemed to have figured out something in an instant, his face was condensed, and there was no hesitation or hesitation, and he was already aware from the heart.

So he moved......

He bent down little by little, silently, and held the woodcutter in his hand.

There are no wind and clouds, no lightning and thunder, no sky fire meteors...... No fetish has ever met the vision of its Lord!

Only......

Peace!

The curved hilt of the knife was held in the palm of his hand, but it made him feel so peaceful.

Grasping the knife, he felt his destiny in his hands.

No matter what disaster he faced, it was not enough to defend the courage in his heart.

Yes, my father named me Bairen because he knew that I was alone, floating in the world, and it was difficult to survive.

But now it's different!

I'm not empty-handed, and now ......

I've got a knife!

A knife enough to crush any injustice in the world!

"What if there is no way to live or die? I want to ...... Live!"

Boom!

The woodcutter has no sheath, and the young man's heart is a sheath.

Dust for a long time, once wiped away.

The rust of the woodcutter has faded one after another, blooming with a peerless edge, an incomparable cold light, dazzling!

The blade pointed through the air and cut into the hearts of people.

For a while, the hearts of all the people in the audience were cold, and they only felt that they were being held by an incomparable divine knife on their necks, and the biting cold made them goosebumps all over their bodies, cold into their bones, cold in their hearts, and they didn't dare to move.

It seems that as long as he moves slightly, the blade will fall, and his body will be in a different place.

They instinctively stopped what they were doing, clicked, their necks turned stiffly, looked over, and then they were stunned to see that the black-faced young man who was only willing to do so was holding a fairy knife in his hand at some point, pointing at them from afar.

The boy holds a knife, and a person is like a knife.

For a moment, the black-faced young man's whole person was like a peerless knife embryo that had just been shaped, and as soon as it was shaped, the blooming edge was enough to cut everything that stood in the way.

The invisible sword qi was locked, and the people in the audience seemed to have been immobilized as if they had been immobilized, and they didn't dare to move, which was quite funny.

But after a brief moment of stunnedness, an even more ferocious look rose on their faces, and their greedy eyes were like a monster named "Desire" opening its bloody mouth, trying to devour the knife-wielding boy in front of them with a single bite of the flesh.

After fighting for life and death on the rivers and lakes for so many years, killing machines, evil spirits or something, as long as the knife does not really fall, they can't be suppressed.

"Fairy knife, sure enough, it's a fairy knife!"

"How can this kid be able to get the fairy sword and recognize the master! If he can get the secret of the fairy sword, then won't he have to be afraid of this divine sword villa in the future?"

"Yes, even the old man of the sword god can't control the fairy sword, if we can get the inheritance of the sword immortal, the throne of the first sword in the world should also abdicate and give way to the virtuous!"

......

In a matter of moments, they thought about everything, and their eyes quickly became bloodshot, and they stared straight at the young man holding the knife, like a fierce beast staring at its prey, approaching step by step.

There are black heads on all sides, green eyes, and the black-faced young man only feels like he is trapped in hell, surrounded by evil spirits that have been transformed by people's hearts.

The young man clenched his knife tightly, and his eyes were gloomy, so deep that he swallowed the light of the world.

A strange emotion rose from my heart.

Anger, fear, despair?......

No, it's neither!

Maybe it should be called ......

Relieved!

Free from all constraints, free from any constraints......

After the mood fell to the bottom, unexpectedly, there was no pain, only cold, outright coldness......

Ignoring everything, not being emotional, and being ruthless in his eyes.

As Big Brother Fairy said......

With this knife in hand, the murderous intent arises.

If there is injustice, a thought will divide the flood!

The power of heaven and earth, the boundless might, and the destruction of the world, he has personally experienced it.

What is the fear of this killing in the world?

With the knife in hand, he ...... Don't be afraid!

"Chop!" suddenly reverberated in his ears,

"Chop!" So the black-faced young man's hand holding the knife slowly raised high little by little, and the next moment he was dumbfounded and angry.

The voice in my ears and the voice in my mouth became one.

An abundant qi overflowed from the woodcutter and poured into his body, replenishing his body, and in an instant, endless power rose in the young man's body.

One Knife ......

Chop!

All attachment and intention are submerged in this knife.

Cut off the injustice, cut off the hope, cut off the life and death......

Chop!

Chop!

Chop!

The sound echoed for a long time like a knife.

Laugh at!

There was a soft sound, and there was no vision.

Only a thin trace blooms, extends, and spreads beneath the blade...... Everywhere he went, everything was cut in two.

In an instant, time seemed to stand still.

The fierce figures around the young man suddenly froze in place, as if they had been immobilized, and their stiff faces still retained the ferocity and the fear that had just risen and was not yet fully formed, which looked strange and ridiculous.

Then I saw thin red threads emerge in their eyes, faces, and bodies, spreading and intertwining, cracking like a spider web of a delicate porcelain doll.

Puff puff......

The blood rose to the sky, blooming like a bewitching flower, and then turned into a rain of blood, which poured people on their faces and sprinkled all over the ground, and a scarlet submerged the original color of all things.

A stump slipped silently and shattered to the ground, and black-red blood flowed quietly on the ground, converging into a stream.

Everywhere the knife went, it suddenly emptied, only the stench of blood still filled the air, showing a clear path, and on both sides were corpses everywhere, faces broken in half, eyes staring at the sky, dead and dead.

For a while, only the thin young man stood sideways with a knife, standing still in the sea of corpses and blood, as if he was a human Shura, but the knife was not stained with any blood.

"Vomit ......"

When those Jianghu people who were one step behind saw this scene, their pupils gradually dilated, and the next moment they fell to the ground and vomited loudly.

Looking at the young man's eyes, he looked at the evil ghost even more, opened his mouth wide, hissed in his throat, and couldn't make any sound in horror, and hurriedly retreated.

Woo......

The fishy wind blew, and the birds were silent.

The young man was unmoved, just lowered his eyebrows slightly, and muttered something in his mouth.

"Dad, Bai Ren didn't endure anymore. I...... Killed!"

Silently raised his head and looked at the void above his head, the black-faced young man had clenched his teeth and tears on his face for some time.

And the knife in his hand was raised high again, and he slashed down gently.

Laugh at......

More than a dozen bodies were dismembered under the blades, and the ground was covered with shredded flesh.

The boy shed tears and wielded his knife gently, bringing endless death and destruction wherever he went.

"Don't!"

"Run, run!"

"This young man has fallen into the devil! Where is this fairy knife, but a magic knife, a demon knife, and a ghost knife!"

......

Those who were fierce and vicious before were killed so frightened that they couldn't raise any thoughts of protesting anymore, so they crawled and crawled, trying to escape as far away as possible.

Raise the knife and swing the knife...... Mechanically chopping again and again.

With each slash, there was an extra line of tears on the boy's face, and his face was wet.

Just when he was about to be completely numb, the blood red in front of him, the wail in his ears, and the despair of the people in front of him had all faded away.

The boy suddenly found that there was no one in front of him at some point, the gate was open, and a large road was in front of him.

A bloody way out was brutally killed by him.

"It's really easy to survive!" the young man clumsily pinned his shiny woodcutter to the belt of his trousers at his waist and strode towards the exit.

There is no way to live and die, just split it!

The boy holds the knife and steps forward!

......

"Is this the power of the Immortal Sword?" Fan Wuxin and the three sword kings saw this scene in the afterglow of the fierce battle, and a strange luster rose in their eyes.

If such a treasure sword can be used for oneself, it is really ......

"A good boy holds a knife, and a good one cuts the road of life and death. If you survive today, I will personally take you as an apprentice!" The old man of the sword god laughed when he saw it, "Little boy, can you have such courage! The old man has been crisscrossing the rivers and lakes all his life, and he is called the god of the sword, and he can't be compared to a young man." ”

He swept his gaze, and then turned to stare at the four rebels in front of him, and the corners of his mouth were already cracked and arced.

"The four disciples of the Sword Saint, the first of the Hu clan! I haven't made a knife for a long time, and the people in the rivers and lakes are afraid that they have long forgotten the power of my Hu clan's sword technique! I didn't expect that the sword that came out of the rivers and lakes fell on you four rebels, and you are also fortunate in three lives!"

The old man of the sword god had a solemn face and slowly raised the knife.

With a simple action, before the knife fell, there was a majestic qi machine rising up, densely forming a net, shrouding down, and recovering without leakage.

The heavenly sword harvests all sentient beings, and it is full of ruthlessness.

The way of the knife is like the way of heaven!

Fan Wuxin and the three sword kings were cold, as if facing the sky, they only felt that they had been completely peeled off, exposed to heaven and earth, so small, weak, and timid...... There is no chance of life.

This knife ......

Before he made a move, it was so terrifying.

If the knife is out, how terrible will it be?

It's definitely an earth-shattering one!

"Let's go together!Don't let him go with the knife!" Seeing this, Fan Wuxin immediately let out a deep sigh.

Electrifying flint!

The exquisite heart knife in his hand burst out of a pure purple light, and between the electric light and flint, his figure flickered in the air, walking in the shape of a "zigzag", pointing directly at the eyebrows of the old man of the sword god.

With the power of lightning bolt, it is necessary to cut it in half from the beginning.

Butcher's knife to untie the cow!

Dig out the heart and scrape the bones!

Ice Blade!

......

The Overlord Knife King, the Trickster Knife King, and the Cold Knife King also made their killing moves one by one.

They are well aware of the horror of their master.

There is only a knife in his life, and the way of the knife is called a god!

If you don't use a quick knife to cut through the chaos and solve him, once he counterattacks and unfolds the knife momentum, it will be difficult to deal with it.

The longer it drags on, the less chance it gets.

Thick and heavy, short knife heavy, such as mountains and mountains, but light and incomparable, subtleties, insight into the work of the ox, seems to be light and heavy.

The thin knife leaps at the fingertips, leaving thin lines in its wake, as light as a dance, but the knife is deadly, dismembering the flesh.

The sword light is cold, cold over the wax moon and snow, cold as the heart, cold to the bones, the knife gas melts, showing endless killing opportunities.

......

The four apprentices joined forces to besiege the master, and the knife was merciless.

The old man of the sword god was in the middle of it, his eyes were cold, but his mouth was full of laughter.

"Four good disciples, you have learned a good knife, and you are not in vain to teach the teacher! Okay, let the teacher personally teach you the knife technique today! See if you have learned the three-point charm of the knife path for the teacher!"

"Look at the knife!" and then snapped.

Full Moon Potential!

With a twist of the old man's wrist, the Cold Moon Treasure Knife slashed a graceful arc in the air, and he saw it silently.

On the blade of the hair that blows off the hair, the qi flows like water and flashes like light.

The shadow of the knife fell silently.

Fan Wuxin and the three sword kings' eyes trembled, and in a trance, they saw a full moon rising, hanging high in the sky, the sky and the earth were white, and they were slaughtered.

The moonlight is like a knife, washing down!

The figure of four people, drowning in it!