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Wang Yu first saw a knife, the scabbard was pitch black, and the handle was pitch black. This knife is not expensive and inconspicuous. In Wang Yu's aesthetics, this can already be called a very ugly knife.

But Wang Yu immediately saw the hand holding the knife clearly, pale, and there was only this feeling.

The scabbard was pitch black, the hilt was pitch black, but the hand holding the knife was pale.

Pitch-black eyes, pale face, pale and almost transparent in the sunlight.

It was an unhealthy pale, without a hint of blood. Everyone could see from his face that this person must have endured too much pain and suffering, and that there must have been a very tragic incident in this person's past.

What made Wang Yu even more sure of his identity was this person's walking posture.

To everyone's surprise, he was a cripple. Or rather, a cripple.

As he walked, he took a step with his left foot before his right leg slowly dragged over the ground. This walking posture is strange and peculiar, and ordinary people will definitely laugh at him when they see it.

But no one present will be able to be praised by Song Lei as a person whose sword speed is even faster than Song Que, and no one is qualified to laugh at him.

Wang Yu would not laugh at him, because Wang Yu had already determined the identity of the person from the pitch-black knife, the pale hand, and the disabled painting style of the body.

"Fu Hongxue, no wonder Song Lei would say that your knife is faster than the valve master. The knife man who can surpass the valve owner in the speed of the knife in the world. You're the only one, I should have thought of it. Wang Yu said quietly. Like a sigh, like an appreciation.

"Fu Hongxue?" Song Zhi and Song Lu looked at each other. None of them had ever heard the name.

"You, do you know me?" Fu Hongxue wondered.

Even then, his hand did not leave his knife.

He would never let go of his knife, not even in his sleep.

"I have admired the name for a long time, like thunder. Let me introduce myself, my name is Wang Yu. Wang Yu got up and said in a deep voice.

Wang Yu rarely has this kind of stern expression, but Fu Hongxue, a swordsman, deserves Wang Yu's respect. So Wang Yu identified himself to him.

"Wang Yu, Wang Yu of the New Dynasty?" Fu Hongxue's hand tightened with the knife. The same deep voice asked.

"Yes, it's that Wang Yu. Wang Yu nodded and said.

Fu Hongxue's eyes flashed with battle intent, and then a reluctant smile squeezed out of his pale face, it could be seen that he hadn't laughed for a long time, but at this time he still smiled: "We are not enemies." ”

Wang Yu also breathed a sigh of relief, Wang Yu knew that Fu Hongxue's personality was dark, desolate, and resolute. But at the same time, very confident.

He doesn't care about deceiving people, and he won't deceive.

At the same time, he is deeply committed to hatred. In order to take revenge, he can insist on drawing the knife tens of thousands of times a day. Finally, the knife technique is complete. With such a swordsman, Wang Yu didn't want to provoke him in vain.

"Your Majesty, who is Fu Hongxue?" Song Zhi asked.

Neither Song Zhi nor Song Lu had heard of this name. That's why I asked Wang Yu for help.

Fu Hongxue also looked at Wang Yu suspiciously, he had been unknown in the rivers and lakes before. I don't know how Wang Yu knows his name.

"Fu Hongxue, a peerless swordsman. Since childhood, he has been instilled with hateful thoughts. Draw the knife tens of thousands of times every day, and learn peerless knife techniques in hardships and hardships. If there is a person in this world who can surpass the valve master in the attainment of the sword path, it is Fu Hongxue. Wang Yu praised.

Song Zhi and Song Lu glanced at each other, and they both saw the look of shock in each other's eyes.

Drawing the knife tens of thousands of times a day sounds like just a simple sentence, but Song Zhi and Song Lu are not ordinary people, and they all know what kind of perseverance and perseverance are needed to do this.

To be honest, even Song Que didn't do it.

With this sentence alone, Fu Hongxue has the qualifications to challenge Song Que in the minds of Song Zhi and Song Lu.

If you are not afraid that others are better than you, you are afraid that others are not only better than you, but also harder and harder than you.

When you encounter such a person, you can only admire it except for being powerless.

"Fu Shaoxia is talented, and Song is ashamed of himself. Song Zhi and Song Lu stood up and said in unison.

Fu Hongxue turned to the side slightly, and did not accept the big gift from the two, but said bitterly: "Revenge? I lived for revenge, and I am willing to die for revenge. But in the end, it turns out that my revenge is just a ridiculous misunderstanding. Because of this, the meaning of my existence has almost completely disappeared, ridiculous, I am so ridiculous. ”

Fu Hongxue said that she was ridiculous, but everyone present could hear the sadness from Fu Hongxue's words.

This is a poor man and a wretched man. He has carried too many things that do not belong to him, and has borne too many unbearable burdens.

"Heaven descends on the people, and they must first suffer their minds, strain their muscles and bones, starve their bodies and skins, empty their bodies, and act chaotically, so they are tempted to endure and benefit what they cannot. Heaven is indeed too cruel to Brother Fu, but from another point of view, Brother Fu has also been freed from the curse of revenge and started his new life. As long as Brother Fu gets out of this inner demon, the road of the Great Grandmaster will be smooth. Wang Yu said.

Regarding Fu Hongxue's past, Wang Yu knows very well. What Fu Hongxue is carrying, Wang Yu also understands very well.

"You're right, from now on, I don't have to draw the sword because of anyone or anything, but only for myself, for the pursuit of my own heart, and the way of the knife in my own heart. I used the knife for revenge, but when the hatred dissolved, I realized that I couldn't do without the knife. Since then, where there is a knife, there are people, and there are people who have knives. The knife is in the people, and the knife is dead. Fu Hongxue said.

Song Zhi sighed and said, "In the past few decades, I know that I can't surpass my eldest brother in sword technique no matter what, so I will give up the sword and learn the sword. Seeing Fu Daxia's devotion to the way of the sword today, I realized that in my life, whether it is learning knives or swords, I will never reach the highest level. ”

Song Zhi realized, but he couldn't do anything.

It was impossible for him to let go of Song Valve's trivialities. Martial arts was not all he pursued. But Song Que can, so Song Que is a great grandmaster.

Fu Hongxue can also do. So he has the qualifications to catch up with Song Que.

Ever since Fu Hongxue was able to hold that knife tightly, he had been practicing. Pull out the knife repeatedly every day. Not less than 10,000 times. It wasn't until the knife gradually became a derivative of his arm, connected with his thoughts, that even the speed of the knife was still above his thoughts, and when the thoughts arrived, the knife was already in that position.

Caring first, Fu Hongxue has reached this level.

At present, compared with Song Que, Fu Hongxue is only inferior in skill and comprehension, as well as the real liberation in her heart.

Wang Yu's chest was boiling with battle intent, and Fu Hongxue in front of him. His skills were not as good as Pang Ban in the battle that day, but Wang Yu could feel that Fu Hongxue's danger was still above Pang Ban.

Pang Ban's target was in the Heavenly Dao, and although he had murderous intentions that day, he saw that he couldn't do it, so he immediately gave up the fight.

Fu Hongxue is different, he is a swordsman.

Fu Hongxue's knife, in a real duel. It's not going to keep a hand.

What's more, with Fu Hongxue and Wang Yu's realm and combat power, he can't keep his hands at all.

Wang Yu generally doesn't do things that he is not sure of, but at this moment, Wang Yu really wants to experience Fu Hongxue's knife. How fast exactly?

Fu Hongxue's knife is a magic knife that symbolizes death. But Wang Yu wanted to know. Can it bring death to itself.

The stronger the person, the more confident they are in themselves.

In his previous life, when Wang Yu looked at the amorous swordsman and the ruthless sword. He once laughed at Shangguan Jinhong for being a fool, and he could have put Li Xun Huan to death before he sent out the flying knife. But he just wanted to personally appreciate the "Xiao Li Flying Knife", he didn't believe that he would not be able to avoid the "Xiao Li Flying Knife", so he died.

Now Wang Yu will not laugh at Shangguan Jinhong, but deeply understands Shangguan Jinhong's state of mind.

Because Wang Yu's thoughts at this time should be similar to Shangguan Jinhong at that time.

"Brother Fu, can you let me appreciate your knife?" Wang Yu took the initiative to drowning.

A hint of longing flashed in Fu Hongxue's eyes, but she still shook her head and said, "You are not my enemy, I will not use a knife against you." ”

Fu Hongxue is a proud person, his knife speed is unique, but he never moves the knife lightly. Even if someone humiliates him in public and forces him to take action, he will even say such words as if you were not my enemy, even if you knelt down and begged me, I would not kill you.

Wang Yu sighed deeply when he heard Fu Hongxue refuse his invitation, knowing that Fu Hongxue's decision would definitely not change.

Wang Yu could only suppress the desire to fight in his heart.

Recently, Wang Yu felt that the soul of a martial artist in his body seemed to be beginning to awaken, and he was becoming more and more eager to fight, especially a battle that was evenly matched.

Unilateral crushing is no longer enough to bring pleasure to Wang Yu.

However, Wang Yu knew that people like Fu Hongxue could not be forced.

And it's also a very lucky thing not to be an enemy with such a person.

Wang Yu said: "Brother Fu's lameness and epilepsy are especially prevalent, and his heart is as vast as the end of the world, as noble as the bright moon, and as lonely as a knife. Brother Fu is not what it used to be, he has been reborn, and he already has the qualifications to be called a saint in the sword. I don't know what it means to come to Song?"

Wang Yu's evaluation of Fu Hongxue is not high, but he is not exaggerated.

The current Fu Hongxue, even though he has not reached the peak of his life, but only in terms of the way of swords, only Song Que can beat him in the world.

It is not an exaggeration to be called holy in the sword. Fu Hongxue's original nickname was "Sword Saint".

However, Fu Hongxue shook her head and said, "I'm not as strong as you say, so I came here to seek the help of Lord Song, and at the same time give Lord Song a gift." ”

"What gift?"

Fu Hongxue opened a box with her left hand, and inside the box, there was a human head quietly.

This person's eyes were wide open, and he was obviously dead. (The novel "Martial Arts World Rescue" will have more fresh content on the official WeChat platform, and there will be a 100% lottery gift for everyone!Open WeChat now, click on the "+" sign in the upper right corner "Add Friends", search for the official account "qdread" and follow, hurry up!) (To be continued......)