The swordsman is light and agile, the swordsman is heavy, and the characters who practice blade kung fu in the world are undoubtedly respected by the number of two kinds of sword masters. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Speaking of the master of using a knife, he had to remind the master of the Sword Hall, Bai Yu.

The more unattainable the nicknames in the rivers and lakes, the more likely they are to appear on the little people at the bottom.

Because only these little people, who have almost nothing, take those names such as "Divine Fist", "Divine Knife", and "Invincible", so that they will not be found and take their lives.

But Bai Yu, as the famous master of the "Divine Sword Hall" in the rivers and lakes, his nickname is "Divine Sword Invincible".

Bai Yu's knife is very special, although there are countless people who know his knife, but there are indeed very few people who have seen his knife.

"What kind of knife is that?"

"His sword is as vast and lonely as the end of the world, as bright and melancholy as the bright moon, and sometimes when he swings it, it seems to be empty!"

"Empty?"

"It's empty, it's ethereal, it's like it doesn't exist, it's like it's everywhere. ”

But his knife didn't seem to be fast. ”

"An unhappy knife, how can it be invincible in the world?"

Under the tower, Bai Bai Yu held the knife in his hand tightly, the black hilt, the black scabbard, although the knife was still in the sheath, but the knife intent had spread all over the sky.

On the opposite side of Bai Yu, there were three people standing, one of whom was Jiang Feng. At this time, the small building in his hand listened to the spring rain overflowing overnight, and no matter who it was, he could feel the sharpness and killing intent.

"Xiaolou listened to the spring rain overnight, and it is said that everyone who picks up this knife will be controlled by this magic knife. It's not easy for you to keep your sanity!"

Bai Yu's voice was special, it was a voice full of confidence, strength and majesty. There was already a long gash on his right hand, not deep, but the blood flowed out, staining his white sleeve.

When he had just picked up Xiaolou and listened to the spring rain overnight, Jiang Feng felt a strange feeling coming from this magic knife. And when Jiang Feng really pulled out this magic knife, in a moment, from Xiaolou to listen to the spring rain overnight, there were waves of martial arts moves like a flood of poured water, martial will, and the resentment, unwillingness, anger, jealousy, killing, and irritable emotions poured into Jiang Feng's mind in no particular order, regardless of good or bad.

Subsequently, everything Jiang Feng did seemed to be an instinct, an instinct to destroy and kill.

But when Jiang Feng turned to deal with Wuhua because of his previous impression.

Although Wuhua's windward slash failed to change the fate of his death, the moment when Xiao Lou in Jiang Feng's hand listened to the spring rain gently slashing over his throat overnight. The life without flowers suddenly flashed madly in Jiang Feng's mind like a reflection.

He was originally a natural Buddha, from childhood to adulthood, the green lantern was always accompanied, and the ancient Buddha was always followed. Whether it is piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, poetry and songs, the essence of Buddhist scriptures, martial arts, Wuhua seems to know everything.

Buddhism pays attention to understanding, because at a young age, without flowers, it already has the reputation of a wonderful monk. Maybe in a few decades, he will be a first-class figure in the world's Buddhism.

However, one day, suddenly a person appeared in front of Muhua. As soon as she saw each other, Muhua understood why she was able to achieve so much.

Her name is Li Shang, she is a beautiful and extremely smart woman, she also has two identities, the first is Shi Guanyin, and the second is Wuhua's mother.

Since then, Wuhua has not only learned the mastery of her biological father, but also slashed in the wind. Moreover, he is no longer the same flowerless as before.

What should a person look like after he dies? In the eyes of almost all the people in the rivers and lakes, death is like a lamp going out, empty, empty.

But just after Jiang Feng was convinced that Wuhua had died under his own knife, in his mind, Wuhua's life suddenly returned to the little novice who once stood under the green lantern Buddha statue, he folded his hands, his face was full of smile and sincerity, and he said softly: "Amitabha!"

After this nostalgic, remorseful, and unwilling Buddha number came out, Jiang Feng had a feeling that the person without flowers had completely disappeared between heaven and earth.

And then, two sword lights, one black and one white, one bright and one dark, actually responded to the Buddha horn, breaking through the air.

People have a wise sword, born from the heart, not empty or dirty, can cut three thousand troubles.

The moment the sword light swept by, it seemed to sweep away all the chaotic consciousness in Jiang Feng's mind. Only the endless martial arts moves and those martial arts wills were left.

Jiang Feng, who came back to his senses, had already caught the two of them, and regardless of what happened here, when they came to the window, they jumped down easily.

But he didn't want to, he just came down with his front foot, and that Bai Yu actually chased down.

The contest between the knife and the knife is the most cruel and ruthless, although Jiang Feng has gotten rid of Xiao Lou's control of listening to the spring rain all night. But the cold arrogance of the life glory of generations of swordsmen, as well as the unwillingness to die in Xiaolou overnight listening to the spring rain, made Jiang Feng have a natural hostility towards every swordsman.

The first attack of the two was hasty and unprepared, and the moment Jiang Feng's Xiaolou heard the spring rain flash overnight, it left that long blood mark on Bai Baiyu's arm.

And Bai Yu did not come out of the knife.

"Just a knife, how can you really control me, otherwise, just now my knife, you should die! If you don't leave, do you really want to die in this small building overnight listening to the spring rain?"

Although Jiang Feng's voice was cold, it had lost its former cruelty. What he said was not bad at all, if Xiao Lou listened to Chunyu overnight if he was not controlled by him, as long as the slightest wound, he would pour into the opponent's body with the infinite destructive energy in the blade, completely destroying the opponent.

"I practiced knives at the age of three, and at the age of seven I first lifted a knife to kill, and to this day, I have experienced one hundred and twenty-one battles and three hundred and thirty-eight souls under the knife. I haven't tasted defeat, this time I heard that Xiaolou heard the spring rain born overnight, originally, I wanted to come to surrender this magic knife, but I didn't want to, but you took the lead. It seems that between you and me, this battle is inevitable!"

Bai Yu stopped talking, and suddenly put his right hand on the hilt of the knife, a pale hand, a black knife. The interweaving of the colors of life and death does not mean that the knife is a knife that has been stabbed and life and death have been sentenced.

"Get out of the way!"

Jiang Feng stretched out his hands and motioned for Ying Yue and Lian Xing to retreat, he gently lifted Xiaolou to listen to the spring rain all night, and the tip of the knife turned around, and the blade was already shrouded in Bai Baiyu's body. (To be continued.) )