Victory or defeat is only a knife.

Victory and defeat are only in a moment.

Victory and defeat are only in the flow of the edge, and only in the convergence and dispersion of energy.

There is no universal victory in the world, no invincible, no invincible, the more complex the duel, the more exhaustive the mechanism, the thousands of plans, in the end it is often just a real knife, face-to-face fight. The one who hits wins, and the one who doesn't loses. The same is true of the situation of life and death.

It had taken twenty years to turn the disadvantage of his broken meridians into an advantage, and he figured out a set of full-sleeved knife techniques, and on this night, he completely abandoned the knife techniques that he had worked so hard to use so far.

His new knife technique only has one move, and it only needs one move.

If you hit this move, you win, and if you don't hit, you lose.

What's the name?

After only a short period of thought, Duan Hunttian decided on the name of this set of sword techniques.

Maybe, he will only be able to wield this knife once in his life. But this time, it was enough for him. It may be a misfortune to not be able to fight with Hu Buxi, but it is a great blessing to be able to get a glimpse of the mysteries of a product.

At that time, it was better to challenge Uncle Shi to become a teacher, or to break the realm here, or to know Ling Zhixiao for 20 years, to get his teachings but not to know his true identity, or to completely abandon the full-sleeved knife technique.

All this, Duan Hunttian has no regrets.

There is no turning back.

"Remnant Knife Style—"

—Rushing into the sky. ”

The Nine Heavens thunder suddenly roared in unison, and Duan Hunttian's sword body was covered with fine electric patterns in an instant, and swept out.

His body had already collided with Xu Yanchen, and the black scimitar was also slashing downward almost at the same time. All the energy of Duan Hunttian's whole body was condensed on the long knife, and the true qi around his body was evacuated for a while, and he was straight through Xu Yanchen's scimitar.

Duan Hunting Heaven's sword body Razer danced wildly.

Xu Yanchen's blade was deep at night.

The two of them were staggered, and a string of blood was splashed on the white sand on the soles of their feet.

Time seems to freeze.

Annan on the boat became more and more hesitant, as if he was afraid of what was going to happen, dropped a word of advice, and walked alone to the stern of the ship with a frown.

The guys wanted to keep up, but they were all waved back by him, although Duan Taoli felt strange, he also knew that the accident on the beach was far more serious than Chu Ting in the stern.

She frowned and hesitated for a moment, then jumped off the board of the boat without thinking and ran towards the beach. But as soon as he walked a few steps, he was pulled back by a young man with a raw face.

"The boss said, you can't go. The guy shook his head.

Duan Taoli frowned. There are a few lessons from the past, and now she looks at the guys on this boat, and for some reason, she always has a sense of distrust.

At the edge of the beach, Li Huanglai, who had been lying on the ground for a long time, finally had the strength to raise his head and look at the two who were still standing.

In the previous duel, the momentum was too strong, and An Qing and Mo Dao, who were guarding behind him, had fallen into a coma, although he had some martial arts background and did not faint, but he was also unconscious for a long time. It was only at this point that he came back to his senses slightly.

With a clear mind, he saw the outcome of this life-and-death duel.

In a sense, it was Duan Hunt who was defeated.

Yes, despite advancing to the first-grade realm, although he was resolute in the face of the death of his best friend, Duan Hunttian was still defeated. At the moment of life and death, although the remnant knife he swung hit Xu Yanchen, it failed to kill him.

The blood on the beach is also a hunting day.

There were five steps between the two, and Xu Yanchen covered his bleeding side, and his fingers were already red.

But Duan Hunttian's injuries were obviously more serious. A large cut was made from the shoulder to the chest, along with the clothes and flesh, and the wound was visible to the bone.

Xu Yanchen gasped several times, eased the pain in his body, and grinned: "If you want to fight with a professional killer, you are only afraid that you will be slightly inferior." ”

Duan Hunttian didn't say a word, but death had already appeared in his eyes.

He once again clenched the knife in his hand, ignoring the fatal wound on his body, and walked towards Xu Yanchen, staggering.

At just five paces, he walked slowly and took a long time. Such a staggering posture is even better than that of an old man.

Xu Yanchen was stunned, looked at Duan Hunttian's funny and ridiculous posture, laughed dryly, shook his head, and said, "Don't you give up?"

Duan Hunttian didn't answer, but continued to shorten the distance, and the determination in his eyes was breathtaking.

Xu Yanchen cautiously took a few steps back, almost stepping on Li Huanglai's hand, and said leisurely: "Don't be reckless, I don't have to kill you." Now sneak out and find a good man, maybe you can pick up half a life, what do you say?"

Duan Hunttian was already like a real cripple at this time, dragging a leg that did not obey the call, constantly approaching Xu Yanchen, the long knife in his hand was still wrapped in the momentum of thunder and lightning, hissing, as if a python wanted to choose someone to devour.

He raised his knife again.

"Broken Knife ......"

It's almost a death throe.

The smile in Xu Yanchen's eyes gradually dissipated.

Duan Hunttian's knife could hardly be said to have no power, but he finally let go of the previous joking mentality. He realized that the person in front of him was serious, and he did not hesitate to waste his hard-won realm, and completely confessed his life here, and he also wanted to die in the dark dust.

Xu Yanchen didn't want to die, so he had to kill him.

He spat viciously, and then played with the scimitar in his hand: "Can't you ask for it? Then I'll give you a good time." ”

He walked towards Duan Hunttian head-on, gradually moving away from Li Huanglai, although the wound on his waist was bleeding, his steps were steady.

Li Huanglai became anxious. The two who were fighting obviously didn't notice that he had woken up, and looking around at everyone in the field, Tu Mi was sitting under the tree, Mo Dao and An Qing were lying behind him, and Zhao Wu'an, who was not far away, forcibly liberated his sword intent and drained his internal strength, not knowing whether he was alive or dead.

Only him. At this time, only he can save people.

Li Huanglai gritted his teeth and stood up. The white jade long sword, which had been locked in the sheath before and couldn't be pulled out, was also quietly pulled out.

Can I really?

Besides, even if he kills Xu Yanchen, can he be forgiven?

He didn't have bad intentions, and the jade pendant that coaxed Duan Taoli didn't need to be so troublesome, it was all because of the interference of the Greedy Demon Hall and the Black Cloud Society that things had evolved to such a point. Xu Yanchen's move today was Luo Yige's own purging of the rebels, and it had nothing to do with Li Huanglai.

He just wanted to get his hands on that priceless blueprint and realize his grand ambition to restore the country.

Drawings are really just a starting point. In fact, even Li Huanglai himself didn't believe that he could do that, at most, he just divided the country with the Great Song Dynasty.

But even so, the blood of Li Tang's remnants is still in his body, and the dream of Jinling's dragon qi still visits every night and lingers.

It stands to reason that Li Huanglai shouldn't have used his sword, and he doesn't need to be forgiven by these people.

But he thought of his father, the scholar of the Southern Tang Dynasty named Wu Jiuhao.

When his mother was alive, when he mentioned his father, he was always vague, and Li Huanglai had no impression of him. In fact, long before Li Huanglai was born, Wu Jiuhao had died outside the gate. Before he died, he changed the image of a pedantic scholar for decades, from Jiupin to Yipin, and killed the head of Xiang Shang, the commander of the three armies of the Liao Army, with a sword. Dao Yun condensed and became the mulberry picking in Zhao Wu'an's hand.

This is the story that Zhao Wu'an told him, and it is also the reason why Zhao Wu'an saved him from Chu Ting.

Even, when he quietly shot his sword at Zhao Wu'an just now, Zhao Wu'an didn't have the slightest anger.

Li Tang Jiangshan, in the end, is too far away. And the world's benevolence and righteousness, chivalrous and courageous, are close at hand.

Li Huanglai clenched the white jade long sword and stabbed straight towards Xu Yanchen's back.

Poof.

Xu Yanchen's steps suddenly stopped, and his pupils opened in an instant.

The black scimitar in his hand fell to the ground with a thud. After a while, a thin red filament faintly appeared on the side of the neck, splashing a drop of bright red.

Then the filament suddenly expanded into a gap, and a wound four inches deep appeared on Xu Yanchen's neck, and blood sprayed endlessly.

Struggling with his last strength, he turned his head in anger, his gaze fixed on the foot of the palm tree.

And Li Huanglai, who was still holding the white jade long sword, was so frightened that he didn't know why.

Under the tree, the layman in the white robe slowly propped himself up and rubbed his hair.

He opened his eyes, his eyes were lazy, and he said casually: "Two hours ago, you saw through my sword, and two hours later, why did you catch the way?"

In the middle of the air, there was a sudden sound of a clear sword for no reason, like a spring breeze blowing through the mirror lake.

A blood-stained poppy flew back to Zhao Wu'an's side, Zhao Wu'an stood up straight, held the flying sword with his palm, and gently blew away the blood stains on the sword.

Xu Yanchen, who was lined with his carelessness and a shocked look on his face, couldn't say a word, he could only see his Adam's apple rolling up and down, and from the depths of his throat, a few sticky syllables came out.

Then, the left envoy of Luo Yige, who was at the peak of the second grade, fell down on his back.

Zhao Wuan let out a long breath and looked at Li Huang: "Thank you." ”

didn't say much, but just from this word of thanks, Li Huanglai already knew how exquisite Zhao Wu'an was. Even what he thought before he lifted his sword, I was afraid that he was already clear.

Li Huanglai lowered his head in shame, shook his head and said, "It's me who insulted the ancestors." ”

Zhao Wu'an shook his head and didn't talk to him in detail, but walked a few steps into the depths of the dense forest, and waved his hand to control the Bodhisattva Barbarian who had lost control and his sword qi was scattered before.

The flying sword lying in the forest pounced happily like a wolf dog meeting its master, and was a little farther away by Zhao Wu'an's finger pinching the sword trick, hanging a foot away from his body.

Zhao Wu'an controlled the Bodhisattva Man, approached Duan Hunttian's side, and said indifferently but earnestly: "Congratulations to Brother Duan for entering the first-grade realm. ”

Duan Hunttian, who was covered in blood, didn't say anything, just gently put down the knife. The heavy blade slammed into the ground, and his eyes were foggy.

"This bodhisattva's barbarian Dao Yun is taken from Jiang Zhuhai, the leader of the sword path before Yijiazi. You have advanced to the first-grade realm, and thanks to the previous flying sword sword intent that was out of control and scattered in your body, you can communicate with heaven and earth and fuse your sword path. Maybe it's in the dark, there is a providence. ”

Duan Hunttian was stunned and muttered, "Jiang into the sea?"

"It's this person. He had a long life, but he didn't believe in fate, and he walked out of the path of the knife that is difficult for future generations to achieve, and he is also a senior who I have been friends with for a long time. Zhao Wu'an said lightly, "I once promised my master to give the six flying swords to their descendants, but it's a pity that Jiang Yihai has been unruly all his life and has no blood relatives." Today, you have advanced to the first grade with the same Dao Yun as him, and you can be regarded as having the inheritance of Jiang Zhuhai. My bodhisattva, one day it will be yours. ”

Duan Hunttian blinked, thought for a long time before realizing that Zhao Wu'an was promising to give away a sword, and said with a wry smile: "It's hard work Zhao Jushi." It's a pity that in Duan's life, it's enough to play with a knife, and there is an extra sword with great powers, and I really don't know how to use it. ”

Li Huanglai hurriedly said: "Your life is on the verge now, don't say more, go back to the boat first to stop the bleeding!"

After speaking, he looked at Zhao Wu'an again, knowing that he needed to admit his mistake, his heart was crossed, and he said frankly: "The drawing matter is also my fault first, and I am ashamed of you." ”

"Fortunately, it didn't cause trouble. Zhao Wu'an shook his head lightly, and didn't blame much, "It's naturally good to be able to get lost and know how to return." ”

However, the other one is not so simple.

Not to mention what the Black Cloud Society was planning, Tu Mi killed someone after all. Zhao Wu'an turned his head to look at Tu Mi, who was sitting under the tree, still thinking about whether he should help out.

Li Huanglai offended Duan Hunting Tiandao, and he couldn't help but carry him on his back and wade towards the boat.

Unexpectedly, he found that the wooden board that Annan had erected before had been taken back. Li Huanglai was stunned, and when he looked up at the merchant ship, he was shocked to realize that the whole ship was also slowly moving away from the shore.

Zhao ...... Zhao Jushi ...... "Li Huanglai trembled, and his voice involuntarily became hoarse.

"Huh?"

"Look...... That one. Li Huanglai pointed to the ship that was gradually moving away.

Zhao Wu'an turned his head when he heard this, and he was suddenly stunned.

Chu Ting, a bad boy from the Greedy Demon Palace, was reclining on a corner of the merchant ship, looking at them from afar, shaking his head incessantly, his face full of pride.

And Annan, who has always been very kind to the guests on board, is quietly changing the ship with a new sail.

A blue sail.

(End of Lan Zhou)