The top of the mountain is already charred black.

Under the scorched black soil, there are still tenacious grassy vegetation that has not been destroyed, but still contains vitality.

In the quiet room under the pure copper roof, the temperature has reached hundreds of degrees, but Jiang Ruoxuan sat quietly, and the whole person exuded a sense of tranquility and peace, which made people no longer feel the killing intent of the person who held the knife in the past.

Squeak –

The door of the house suddenly opened.

Shi Letian and the others just walked to the door, and the door opened naturally.

As soon as the knife stared, he found that there was already a person standing in front of the door.

"You're here. Jiang Ruoxuan said with a flat smile, his body was tattered, and some special fabrics and furs that were burned by the high temperature were stuck to his body, but his temperament was extraordinarily dusty, giving people a sense of warmth and comfort.

"Big brother. Shi Letian looked at Jiang Ruoxuan like this, his heart was beating wildly, he understood that Jiang Ruoxuan might have really succeeded.

A year ago, he saw Jiang Ruoxuan, and the other party was still a flesh-and-blood person, so that he could feel the emotional atmosphere of the other party.

And now when he looks at Jiang Ruoxuan again, although he is still flesh and blood, he is more inclined to the "divine" person who is gradually despising himself, which makes people involuntarily unwilling to go against such a person, and wants to surrender and get close.

This is the aura unique to the mythical realm.

Out of this world.

"Senior Jiang, I am Xiaodao, thanks to your kindness in the past, I came to visit you today on the occasion of your breakthrough, I want to challenge you. ”

The knife suddenly stepped forward, and there was an extra black knife in his hand.

Jiang Ruoxuan's gaze fell on the black knife, and he bowed slightly, "You killed the heir of Xiao Li's flying knife, and then took away his knife spectrum?"

"Not bad. Xiao Dao said, "But I forgot about it after I learned the knife spectrum, and I want to create my own knife spectrum." ”

"Good. Jiang Ruoxuan nodded again.

"Then you can do it. ”

"Where's your knife?" Xiao Dao stared at Jiang Ruoxuan, "My knife is also the same as your Xiaolou overnight, and you will see blood when you come out of the knife." ”

"Knife, don't be presumptuous. Shi Lotian and Xu Dong both drank lowly.

Jiang Ruoxuan laughed, looked at his hands and said, "A year ago, I realized the god of the sword, the sword of the god, except for the famous people of the older generation, no one can force me to draw the sword."

Half a year ago, after I joined the corpse chasing faction, I abandoned the knife and used a wooden knife from then on.

Just ...... I'll make another breakthrough. ”

Jiang Ruoxuan turned around and looked at the wooden house and said, "My wooden knife has also been destroyed in the thunderstorm, so I don't need to use it anymore." ”

Xiao Dao's eyes froze, and he said slowly, "In that case, Senior Jiang, I'm offended." ”

His words fell, his wrist trembled, the black knife knife was full of intent, and the killing intent was condensed, and it was slowly raised in front of him, level with the center of his eyebrows, between his eyes.

The next moment, his eyes suddenly lit up, and the black knife in his hand was also fleeting.

The pitch-black knife, like a deadly viper, was silent, as if it had absorbed all the light, causing everyone who saw it to lose their minds for a while.

Sword God!

The knife is the new generation of knife gods.

He learned a hundred sword techniques to create a knife technique that belongs to himself, and when the knife falls, the ghost is frightened.

It is rumored that as long as he takes out the knife, no one will live.

Of course, this is just a rumor, at least now in the rivers and lakes, the Sad Divine Sword calmly left in front of it with the Shocking Eighth Sword.

Jiang Ruoxuan had already made a move when the black knife disappeared in the knife's hand.

No one in the world can claim to be a sword god in front of him.

Neither will a knife.

How did the black knife fly in front of Jiang Ruoxuan, and how did it fall into his hands.

The black tip of the knife flew straight over, and Jiang Ruoxuan raised his hand as if he was catching a fly, directly grabbed the sharp tip of the knife, and grabbed the black knife in his hand at will.

One of his hands was like jade, radiating a glow.

It is a horizontal martial art created after the improvement of "Nine Tiger Dragon Power Gong", and the knife of the small knife is difficult to break its defense.

"No way. How is this possible?"

Knife looked stunned.

His knife could be blocked by anyone with any divine weapon, but he just couldn't accept being easily grabbed by Jiang Ruoxuan with one palm.

It's beyond the norm.

However, he also saw clearly that at that moment just now, Jiang Ruoxuan's palm changed dozens of times, using various methods such as pushing, pulling, sucking, reducing, shocking, and swallowing, so that the surrounding space was instantly withdrawn, and the black knife was easily grasped in his hand and restrained.

It looks like it's just a quick catch.

But despite this, it is also very incredible.

"Nothing is impossible. Your pursuit is to become stronger, to become stronger than everyone else, you do not allow anyone to be better than you, if there is, you have to surpass him. ”

Jiang Ruoxuan smiled indifferently, and casually flicked the knife again, and the knife forged from black iron collapsed and shattered.

"This kind of martial arts is a martial art pursued by others, but my martial arts has only one enemy, and that is myself. ”

"Yourself?" the knife stared.

"It is enough to die at night. If you sacrifice your life and forget about death, you can be a martial artist. ”

Jiang Ruoxuan's voice was angry, and he walked around at will, rolling up a large area of dust on the mountain peak, and even driving the surrounding clouds to roll, like a person shaking the heavens and the earth, and the entire mountain peak was shaken under his feet, which was shocking.

He walked around at will, causing a scene like a mountain peak upside down, but in fact, it was just an illusion in the mind, a change in aura.

"Stone, Xu Dong, arrange the things I command, my next goal is to shatter the void......"

Jiang Ruoxuan walked casually, his figure jumped down from the cliff, but he was like walking against the wind, calm and calm, every few steps, there was a wave of qi catharsis, pulling his body to attract to the cliff barrier, several times down, and disappeared in the mountains and forests below.

Such a reckless cultivation is simply shocking.

"It is enough to die at the end of the morning, give up life and forget death, and pursue the realm of brokenness?"

The knife muttered to himself, looking at the four black short knives on his waist, he covered it with one palm, and the four short knives were nailed to the ground, and the knives were discarded.

Since then, there has been another martial arts myth in the rivers and lakes.

The knife also left, and embarked on the same path of retreat as Jiang Ruoxuan.

It seems that if you don't retreat, it will be difficult to escape from this river and lake, and it will be even more difficult to break this world and leave this cage......

However, the rivers and lakes may be tarnished because of who is missing, but it will not be because of the lack of anyone, and they will no longer be rivers and lakes.

Some people don't understand, some people scoff, some people get excited, and some people sing wildly.

If you don't understand, you will never understand.

Gaps will always be gaps.

Hongchen is ridiculous, infatuation is the most boring, and everything is empty.

Since then, Jiang Ruoxuan's deeds have been missing in the rivers and lakes, and for a long time later, some people wanted to find him, but it was always difficult to see him.

There are people who are standing in front of him, but they don't know him.

It wasn't until the fourth year when Huashan was discussing the sword that the shattered void made a loud noise, completely suppressing and covering up the lively scenery about Huashan's sword.

On that day, everyone remembered a man many years ago, a knife many years ago.

Martial arts mythology, nebula knife.

There is one less myth in the rivers and lakes.

In a top private hospital in the real world, an artificial human whose body has been reshaped and infused with life consciousness slowly awakens and is born......