Chapter 65: The sword is drawn

The sword is unsheathed, and the sword is sharp.

The knife is a treasure knife, a sword that amazed many sword-casting experts thirty years ago - the Broken Love Knife.

- No one knows who forged the love knife, and no one knows why this knife is called the love knife, and no one knows who used this sword before Zhao Tiancheng, but this is undoubtedly a peerless sword, this sword has been compared with the Longquan ancient sword of Wudang Shiyan Dao people, and it has never fallen behind, so a sharp weapon can not be called a treasure knife, so what knife can be called a treasure knife?

Some people who are destined to witness the casting of the love knife have commented on the love knife: "This knife is definitely not a flawless knife in the true sense, but it is indeed an extremely terrible knife, in terms of its sharpness, even if the magic knife 'Xiaolou listens to the spring rain all night', it can't be said to be able to win." ”

There is no one who is not convinced by this statement, because the person who uttered it is not only a forger, but also a master of the sword, and this person has proved with his own life that his words are definitely not false, but very correct. This man died under this sword.

This is definitely a treasure sword.

And what about the sword?

The sword is definitely a sword with a heart for casting, but no matter the material and casting process of the sword, it is not excellent, it can be regarded as a good sword, but if compared with the sword of love, it can only be regarded as an ordinary sword, a very ordinary sword.

The sword is ordinary, but the person is extraordinary. Extraordinary people hold ordinary swords, so what kind of swordsmanship is used?

Zhao Tiancheng held the treasure knife, holding the treasure knife comparable to the magic knife Xiaolou listening to the spring rain overnight, he didn't have the slightest contempt in his heart, he knew that he had already defeated the swordsman in front of him in terms of weapons, but he didn't think that he could overpower this swordsman who was better than Xie Xiaofeng in terms of moves.

His knife was already out of its sheath, at the moment when it was unsheathed. There were no other thoughts in his mind, only a knife, only a swing.

After thirty years, he finally swung his knife and swung the Hurricane Thirteen, the most flawless Hurricane Thirteen in his heart. Can Hurricane Thirteen or Hurricane Thirteen?

Lu Xiaofeng saw Mo Tiancheng out of the sword, and also saw Zhao Tiancheng out of the sword, when he saw Zhao Tiancheng debut, his whole person was stunned, and Feng Siniang on the side also showed a look of surprise in his eyes, she and Lu Xiaofeng did not have a deep relationship, but she also knew that Lu Xiaofeng was a person who was used to seeing strange things, but why was Lu Xiaofeng surprised?

The thought had just flashed in Feng Siniang's mind, and Lu Xiaofeng had already spoken: Hurricane Fourteen.

"Hurricane Fourteen Styles, Hurricane Knife Techniques, are there only thirteen Styles in total, and where do you get Fourteen Styles?" Feng Siniang did not speak. But Lu Xiaofeng had already seen the words in Feng Siniang's eyes, Lu Xiaofeng smiled bitterly, and he couldn't help but recall a person and a sentence in his mind.

"The Hurricane Knife Method is not only thirteen styles, there should be another one, but even Zhao Tiancheng, who founded the Hurricane Knife Method, has not comprehended this formula, but he should already know that there is also a fourteenth style of the Hurricane Knife Method. ”

"Fourteenth style, what kind of knife technique is that?"

Mu Daoren drank a pot of wine and was silent for a long, long time. He sighed, "That's a terrifying sword technique that should be comparable to the Flying Immortals Outside the Heavens. ”

Flying immortals outside the sky, no one can break the swordsmanship to this day. How terrifying is the Hurricane Fourteen Style, which is comparable to the Flying Immortals Outside the Heavens? Can the Ink Dumping Pool break this move? Lu Xiaofeng You had already remembered Ye Gucheng's move of the Flying Immortals outside the Heavens half a year ago, and he had already begun to smile bitterly, but his eyes had already begun to brighten, and he stared at the Ink Dumping Pond with wide eyes, looking at the Ink Dumping Pool's sword.

He looked at the sword of the ink pool, why didn't Feng Siniang stare at the sword of the ink pool?

Thousands of sword lights poured out like lightning. And what about the sword of the ink pool? The sword of the ink pool did not change at all, and it was stabbed out very casually, as random as a white cloud in the sky, a white cloud fluttering in the wind.

How could such a weak man resist a terrible knife move?

Mo Tianchi looked at Zhao Tiancheng and looked at the knife. But there is no Zhao Tiancheng in his eyes, and there is no love knife, there is only a hurricane in his eyes, a boundless hurricane, and the hurricane is like a tsunami flood in all directions, pervasive, rushing towards him in all directions.

He already felt like a boat in the middle of the sea, and he didn't know when or where the wind and waves would drown him completely.

It was a very wonderful feeling, that feeling that is difficult to describe in words, he only knew that he would die at any moment in the next moment under the overwhelming and pervasive hurricane, but his heart was not the slightest bit afraid, he was very rational, very calm, and his heart was extraordinarily peaceful, he swung a sword, a sword that he didn't know himself, this move looked light and light like a floating cloud sweeping in a hurricane, he came out with a sword, he came out with a sword technique that he didn't even know why he was using, a sword technique that he had never used.

Floating clouds swept past the hurricane, and in an instant they were torn apart by the hurricane.

Zhao Tiancheng smiled, he thought that he had won, but just when he thought he had won, a very soft light suddenly appeared in front of him, and as soon as the light appeared, his throat had a sharp pain, and in an instant, his person had no movement.

He stared at the Ink Dump Pool with wide eyes, at the Ink Dump Pond that could have died in his sword technique but not under his sword in the next moment, and he looked at the sword in his throat, the sword that should not have appeared but had already appeared.

This sword had cut off his vitality, his thirty years of hard work, and the most successful move he had learned in thirty years, the Hurricane Fourteen. He looked at the ink pouring pool, there was no hatred in his eyes, only surprise and joy, and he laughed.

Mo Dump Chi pulled out his sword, blood fell down the sword on the ancient stone slab, he inserted the sword into the scabbard, looking at the swordsman in front of him whose life was passing quickly, there was no pity in his eyes, he just looked at the swordsman who had been defeated under his sword very calmly.

Neither swordsmen nor swordsmen need mercy, and when they draw their swords or swords, they no longer care about life, neither their own nor the lives of others.

The moment they draw their sword or sword, they have already dedicated their lives to the sword and sword, and it doesn't matter whether they live or die.

Zhao Tiancheng looked at Mo Tianchi who was looking at him coldly, there was no hatred in his eyes, although this person killed him, but this person gave him the respect of a swordsman. To be able to die at the hands of such an opponent is not a great joy in life?

He laughed, although he didn't have much strength anymore, but he laughed happily, he tried his best, step by step in front of Mo Tingchi, handed the knife in his hand to Mo Tingchi, Mo Tingchi took the love knife, and he fell to the ground with a bang.

With a smile on his face, anyone could tell that he was dying in no pain.

Lu Xiaofeng's eyes still showed an incredible look, although he was not a swordsman or a swordsman, but his martial arts attainments were not inferior to anyone in the world, he had already seen that when Mo Tiancheng and Zhao Tiancheng clashed with each other, Mo Tiancheng's sword momentum had been wrapped in Zhao Tiancheng's sword momentum, and there was no chance of a backhand at all, but the result was that Mo Tianchi won, and Zhao Tiancheng died.

In his opinion, this was definitely an incredible result, and now he hadn't even figured out why Mo Dump Chi's ordinary sword could actually crack Zhao Tiancheng's flawless hurricane fourteen styles that were comparable to Ye Gucheng's flying immortals.

He took a deep breath, walked behind Mo Dump Chi, and looked at Zhao Tiancheng, who was lying quietly on the ground, unable to stand up again, he sighed and said, "Why don't you show mercy to his subordinates? If you show mercy to your subordinates, he doesn't have to die." ”

Mo poured the head of the pool and didn't reply, he took the love knife, looked at Zhao Tiancheng's corpse, and asked coldly: "Have you ever asked Ximen Blowing Snow this question?"

Lu Xiaofeng was stunned for a moment, and said with a wry smile: "I asked." ”

"Did he give you an answer?"

Lu Xiaofeng said: "He has never answered such boring questions, but Hua Manlou gave me the answer." ”

"What did he say?"

"Ximen Fuxue has practiced the swordsmanship of killing, and when the sword comes out, it will definitely kill. ”

Mo Tianchi said lightly: "Since you already know, then why ask me?"

Lu Xiaofeng was silent for a long time, and said: "You are different from Ximen Blowing Snow, Ximen Blowing Snow practices killing swordsmanship, but you don't. ”

Mo Tingchi was still very calm, and he said, "Isn't it?"

Lu Xiaofeng said: "No, although you also kill, but killing is not your intention, if you don't want to kill, then you will definitely not kill." ”

Mo Tingchi laughed, he slowly turned to look at Lu Xiaofeng, who was staring at him, and said, "You are right, I can indeed not kill him, but if I let him go, what will happen to him?"

Lu Xiaofeng didn't speak, and he found that he had nothing to say.

He didn't speak, but Mo Dump Chi had already helped him speak, he said: "If I don't kill him, he will kill himself himself, he is a proud person, he is a swordsman who lives with a knife, the sword is defeated, how can he not die?"

His tone suddenly became very heavy, Lu Xiaofeng could hear the solemnity in Mo Tingchi's expression, and Mo Tianchi said slowly: "Since he will die if he is defeated, then why not die in my hands?"

Lu Xiaofeng sighed, although he didn't understand the thoughts of people like Mo Tingchi, but he also knew the thoughts of people like Mo Tingchi, yes, if he had to die, why didn't he die in the hands of his opponent?

He sighed and said, "Therefore, Zhao Tiancheng died with a smile on his face, because he died well." ”

Mo Dump Chi said slowly: "Yes, and he also knows something that is always worth being happy about. ”

"What is it?"

Mo Tingchi smiled and said: "Because he knows that Lu Xiaofeng, who likes to be nosy, will definitely not bear to see a knife man die on the street, so he will definitely help collect his corpse, isn't this something that a dead person should be happy about?"

This is a true sentence, isn't the most joyful thing for a dead person to be buried in a grand manner? )