(a)

The magic knife floated on Zhuo Bufan's head, and said in a hoarse voice: "Baby, keep your heart, everything must rely on your own will to persevere! No matter what you encounter, don't give up? Otherwise, you will not only fail to become the inheritor of the 'magic knife', but also become a wasted person? Do you remember that the magic knife is a weapon of arrogance and torture, and he will never sympathize with the weak, have you ever thought about it, pass it on or not?"

"Biography!" Zhuo Bufan's eyes revealed a layer of red light, and he gritted his teeth, he never wanted to be weak, he didn't want to be the target of others' bullying, and he didn't want to be attached to the brilliance of others and steal peace. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 info has experienced hardships and hardships since he was a child, he has been bullied and abused, he has had enough, he wants to become a man among people, a strong man among the strong. He wants revenge, revenge on those who have bullied him, he wants to surpass Yuliancheng, he doesn't want to lie down under him and cry, he wants to crush him under him, let him be enslaved by himself. Thinking about it, his handsome face involuntarily became distorted and hideous, and his eyes revealed a cold, ruthless color.

"Baby, after each generation of the master of the magic knife dies, the essence of its knife technique will be tempered by the soul of the knife, the ruthlessness of the blood knife, the love of the sword emperor, and the madness of the knife idiot, all of which are integrated into it, I hope you can understand the essence of its knife technique and create your own unique knife technique. ”

"Isn't there a more powerful sword technique in the world?" Zhuo Bufan was unmoved, his eyes revealing a strong ambition.

"Yes, but it's in Infernal Hell. The sword path is the strongest in the Infernal Hell, and neither the Sword Emperor nor the Sword Idiot dared to try it, only the Blood Knife once tried, but because of this, he did not keep his heart, so he fell into a state of no return, and became a madman who was addicted to torture and kill. Is this what you want? Can you go through the Infernal Hell and become a sword demon? If not, you'd better not go to the Infernal Hell?"

Zhuo Bufan's eyes were filled with red light, and he said sharply: "The Buddha said: I don't go to hell, who will go to hell! I want to go to the Infernal Hell of the Sword and become a sword demon." ”

"In that case, then you should go to the 'Infernal Hell' and become a sword demon! Everything is good for yourself!" Suddenly, the sound of the knife trembled, and a bloody light and blood light diffused out, instantly enveloping Zhuo Bufan's whole body, and the light was like silk, turning the white crystal hall red.

Zhuo Bufan only felt that his whole body was transformed into pieces, and endless pain poured into his heart, he tried to restrain the fear and pain in his heart, and only had a crazy thought: "Forget all pain and fear, I want to be a heartless person!" His figure fell rapidly, and a suffocating force around him was forced, making him breathless, and this space was extremely cold and sometimes hot, making people feel painful. An extremely cold aura struck, instantly turning his body into ice, and then cracked, turning into dots of ice, bursts of heart-rending pain, and the fear of seeing his body become an ice star surged into his heart, which can make people go crazy in an instant. In an instant, his mother's beautiful face was conjured up in this endless 'Infernal Hell': "Fan'er, Fan'er......" A gentle call soothed the madness in his heart, and he came to his senses. He thought of his hard-working mother, remembered himself who was bullied, he was never willing to be so ordinary, he didn't want to be bullied and fished, he didn't want to be sheltered by others all his life, hiding behind others and stealing a living, he didn't want to watch his relatives being bullied and helpless. He needs strength, he needs great strength. He cried out frantically: "Give me strength! I need great strength, even if I fall into the devil, I am willing!"

In the endless Infernal Hell, his body was still falling, and as he fell, it would turn into ice, then condense, then ice, and finally condense, and the cycle would continue and continue, without end. Zhuo Bufan forcibly suppressed the fear and pain in his heart, and shouted frantically: "Give me strength, I want to become stronger! Give me strength, I want to become stronger!"

Suddenly, a cold voice came: "What strength do you need?"

"I need great strength! power beyond everything!" Zhuo Bufan roared.

"What are you doing in Infernal Hell?" the voice asked, its voice becoming extremely cold.

"I'm looking for the power to make the 'Sword Demon'. Zhuo Bufan replied diligently.

"Are you okay? It's just wishful thinking! Let's go back! I'll give you the 'Invisible Knife Technique', how about it?" The voice tempted him: "This knife technique is born from the essence of the Blood Knife, the Sword Emperor, and the Knife Idiot's life. ”

"No, since I have entered the Infernal Hell, I will become a sword demon! I will die without regrets!" Zhuo Bufan was unmoved, and shouted hoarsely.

"Hmph, ignorant child, you just die!" the cold voice became more and more cold and unforgiving.

As his voice fell, Zhuo Bufan suddenly felt that the air around him suddenly became unbearably hot, and he fell into an infinite space, the space was full of flames, this was not ordinary flames, but hellfire, there was no water, no grass and trees, only scorched earth, only endless burning flames. As soon as he fell, his whole body was burned by flames, every inch of his body was melted by the flames, and even his soul seemed to be baked unbearably.

"Ah......" Zhuo Bufan was tortured by the body in the extremely cold place, and at this time he felt that he was tortured by the soul. The flames burned endlessly against his body, his soul, making him wail and struggle in pain. Each flame burned his body, and then it grew out of it, and then it began to burn again, and the cycle continued, and the torture of the soul broke the mind and went like madness.

"Do you still need strength?" a faint, staccato voice came.

"I want strength...... I'm not reconciled!" Zhuo Bufan cried out weakly.

"Give it up! Your soul will be burned by this hell fire, and it will be annihilated after ninety-nine or eighty days, and you will never be able to be reborn! Do you still need great power?"

"Even if my soul is destroyed, I will never regret it!" Zhuo Bufan screamed miserably, screaming frantically.

"It's too late for you to give up now, or ......"

"I ...... Never...... Give up!" Zhuo Bufan roared angrily.

"I've already given you two chances, and since you're bent on going your own way, then die!" the voice became extremely angry.

(b)

As his voice fell, his vision faded, but he came to a mansion with the inscription "General's Mansion". There are many guards in front of the door, and they are heavily guarded!

"The general is back, the general is back!" Just when he was at a loss, a group of warblers and warblers came out from the mansion with a dignified and beautiful beauty to surround him.

"General, you're back, but you're scared of the concubine!"

"General, Master Nie said that you have amnesia, is it true?"

"General, don't you remember the concubine?"

They chattered and quarreled one by one, which annoyed Zhuo Bufan so much that he almost fainted. It was still the beauty who stepped forward to relieve him of the siege: "Don't bother the general, the general has just come back from the master's mansion, he must be tired, sisters should help the general to rest!"

"Yes" The women hurriedly stepped forward and hugged Zhuo Bufan into the 'General's Mansion', but he was extremely troubled: "Am I not in the Infernal Hell? Why am I here? How did I become a general?"

A charming and gorgeous woman hugged his arm, stroked his body with her crisp breasts, and whispered: "General, do you want a concubine to bathe for you!"

Zhuo Bufan was irritable, stretched out his hand to push her away, and said indifferently: "No need, no need!"

"General. The gorgeous woman's eyes suddenly turned red, and tears rained down: "General, you used to like concubines the most, why are you so indifferent to concubines now?"

"Bi Lian, didn't you hear Master Nie say that the general has amnesia?" Another beauty hurriedly stepped forward to support Zhuo Bufan: "General, the concubine will help you go to bed." ”

Zhuo Bufan was helped to the bed by the beauty, and took off his clothes, shoes and hats, he waved his hand: "Go down, let General Ben have a good rest!"

"Yes, the concubine is retiring!" all the beauties withdrew from the dormitory one after another. When everyone left, Zhuo Bufan sighed heavily, felt physically and mentally exhausted, and suddenly fell asleep.

"General, General. In a hazy way, he felt that there was one more person beside him, the fragrance was blowing, delicate and tactful, but he saw a beautiful woman sleeping next to him, it was the dignified and beautiful beauty. Her light veil, plump and beautiful skin appear and disappear from time to time, the original beautiful and moving figure, towering jade breasts make every man fascinated, but he feels like being on the execution ground, like sitting on pins and needles, trembling, cold sweat.

"General, what's wrong with you?

"I didn't ...... Nothing ......," Zhuo Bufan stammered.

"General, you and Master Nie have been to Yan Country for half a year, so do you miss the concubine?" Tears welled up in the beauty's eyes, and her slender fingers slowly stroked his chest.

"Ahem...... You...... I ......, "Zhuo Bufan's body is getting more and more cold sweat, what is going on? Is it already dead? Is this my past life? or my future life? What should I do?"

"Shhhhh

"Hmm!" Zhuo Bufan's eyes widened, and Yan'er had gently pulled off the light veil and snuggled forward. Zhuo Bufan couldn't help but close his eyes, and shouted in his heart: "I don't like women, why does God do this to me? I want to go back, I want to go back!"

When he woke up again, the beauty smoke beside him was gone, he sat on the bed, the six gods looked at him obsessively, and muttered: "Let me sit in the beauty nest and enjoy the gentleness, is it really worse than killing me?" I want to go back, I would rather suffer from ice and fire than stay in this place and suffer?"

"Daddy, do you remember Qing'er?" A childish voice came into his ears, and he couldn't help but raise his head, but saw a little girl about five or six years old standing beside the bed, with pink makeup, very cute, big eyes and bright eyes, looking at him with a smile.

"General, is this your daughter Qing'er?" Liren walked in with a smile.

"Daddy. Qing'er snuggled in his arms and asked delicately, "Aren't you happy? Don't you like Qing'er?"

"Qing'er?" Zhuo Bufan looked confused, but there was a longing in his heart, as if he felt that she was his daughter, he couldn't help but reach out and gently caress her little face, tender and smooth, but the pitiful attachment warmed his heart, so that the rejection in his heart weakened: "Women are not tigers? Maybe it's not bad to marry a woman and have a daughter!

Coming to a strange place, although Zhuo Bufan was still a little trembling, he still let go of his mood to enjoy the tenderness of the world, his daughter's attachment, his favorite Shen'er is Qing'er, and his heart is more and more eager to have such a lovely child.

"General. Zhuo Bufan was swinging with Qing'er in the courtyard, and Qing'er's cheerful and crisp laughter came from the entire General's Mansion.

The beauty rushed over and bowed to Yingying: "General, the king heard that the general has lost his memory of the 'reincarnation gun', and he wants to announce you into the palace." ”

"Where is the emperor?" As soon as his words fell, the scene changed again, and he didn't know where he was, and his mood became more and more troubled: "God, what do you want? What will happen this time?"

"Qingyun, what are you still doing in a daze? Come in!" a urging voice came from behind him. He turned around, but saw a man in green clothes appearing behind him, extremely handsome and outstanding, with a graceful demeanor and a majestic atmosphere, such an outstanding man made him look excited.

The man in Tsing Yi saw him looking at him stupidly, and said angrily: "Qingyun, you and I have only been separated for a few days, don't you know you as a teacher?"

"Master?" Zhuo Bufan was stunned for a moment!

The man in Tsing Yi frowned deeply, and said worriedly: "Could it be that the 'reincarnation gun' is really so powerful?" Okay, for the sake of the teacher Nie Kong, come in with me to see the king!"

"Nie Kong? He is Nie Kong's national teacher of the Dragon Kingdom? Then I will still see Long Kun and Concubine Ling? Oh my God! How did you come back? I returned to the Dragon Kingdom a thousand years ago, and I became Nie Kong's disciple Ye Qingyun?" I was about to speak, but I saw a vision, it seemed to appear in another place, I only felt a fresh smell in the air, the magnificent palace, vertical and horizontal, built extraordinarily delicate and luxurious, heard from a distance is the shuttle crowd, the laughter of the delicate and light song, wearing a golden crown, wearing a brocade robe, hanging a long knife at the waist, the domineering young hero, is standing in an octagonal pavilion, the table in the pavilion is full of delicate snacks.

"What kind of place is this?Why am I here?Master???," Just when Zhuo Bufan was confused and at a loss, a beautiful girl came from afar between the winding corridors. They are either emerald green long skirts or red like fire or purple long sleeves, beautiful and delicate, enchanting and charming, and saluting in every way, and their voices are extremely sweet: "Slaves and maids meet General Ye." ”

Zhuo Bufan was surprised and speechless, looked at them with confused eyes, and asked hesitantly, "What kind of place is this? Who are you?"

A girl in a purple long skirt covered her mouth and chuckled: "General Ye really lost his memory and doesn't remember many things?"

"Arrow. The emerald green girl Ying Yingjiao said with a smile: "When the general fought with the Taishi of Yan Guo half a year ago, he was injured by the 'reincarnation gun' of the Taishi of Yanguo, and he just woke up, and he doesn't remember much about the past!"

"Master Su once said that although the 'reincarnation gun' can make people lose their memories of the past, but the general has deep internal strength and strong martial arts, and will slowly break the 'reincarnation technique' and restore his memory, don't the general be too sad?" said the girl in the red dress coquettishly.

Zhuo Bufan couldn't help but twist his arm slightly, feeling a burst of pain, this is not a dream, it is a real scene, but how did he become a general? I have obviously entered the Infernal Hell! What is going on?

The girl in the emerald skirt gently supported Zhuo Bufan with her slender hand, her delicate body was close to him, her eyes were charming, and her voice was crisp and pleasant: "General, Master Su will definitely find a way to break the 'reincarnation technique', you can relax!"

Zhuo Bufan's eyebrows were deeply locked, he reached out and pushed away the girl in the green skirt, and said lightly: "I know." ”

"Ah!" the girls couldn't help but snort, covering their mouths with their hands, and their beautiful eyes showed a strange look.

Zhuo Bufan was troubled, turned around and left the hexagonal pavilion, and walked along the corridor, he didn't know why he came to this place, and he didn't know why he became a general?

Ah Luo quietly pulled the sleeve of the girl in the green skirt: "Sister Gillian, have you noticed it?" The general seems to have become a different person, as if he is very indifferent and ruthless, but the general was not like this before?"

Gillian frowned, pulled up her long skirt, and her beautiful face revealed a sense of anxiety: "Could it be that the general has really lost his memory?"

A Luo shook his head: "The general has been unconscious for the past half a year, and after waking up, it has become like this, I don't know when I will be able to recover my memory?"

"I heard that the general went to Yan Kingdom and fell in love with a beauty?"

"I heard that the dance posture of Li Yanran, the first beauty of Yan Kingdom, is famous all over the world, her body is light and soft, and she can dance in the palm of her hand, could it be that the general likes Li Yanran?"

"Hmph, no matter how beautiful Li Yanran is, she can't compare to the spirit concubine of our Dragon Kingdom, don't you talk nonsense? The general must be sad about the loss of his memory, and his mood is not very happy, so he said such indifferent words. ”

"You're just talking nonsense? Concubine Ling is the king's woman, don't think about it anymore?"

(c)

Zhuo Bufan walked along the corridor, but he felt that it was intricate and tortuous, and he didn't know where the way out was. When he walked slowly, he didn't know how long, but he came to a high wall, surrounded by green bamboo, pink peach blossoms sprinkled out like rain, reflecting the sky red. Just as he was wandering, he heard someone singing inside the wall, and his voice was so beautiful that it sounded!" The good wind lifted the curtain slightly, and the golden wings leaned against each other. Cui Eaves is sad to listen to the sound of dairy birds, at this time the spring state is dark, and it is difficult to peace. The flowing water in the painting hall is empty, and a spike of incense is swaying. Teach people nowhere to send acacia, and no one knows about the early stage of falling flowers and grass. He couldn't help but lean on the high wall, climbed over the wall and entered, and saw a green bamboo forest, surrounded by pink peach forests, but made a bamboo swing next to the two thick bamboo forests, a girl in white swayed the swing while singing, like a fairy in the painting, a fairy in the wind, a song outside the sky, which makes people feel comfortable. Listening to the girl's singing, he seemed to have forgotten the goal he wanted to pursue, and the clear voice soothed the endless wounds of his soul. The girl's long hair was flying, her legs were small and barefoot, and she was as delicate as a jade-like petal pearl, which was endearing. The face is as beautiful as a fairy, as bright as a peach blossom, a peerless beauty, and a country and a city.

"Ahh......h Who are you? How did you get in?"

Looking at the beautiful head raised by the girl in white, Zhuo Bufan looked terrified for a moment: "You...... You're a spirit concubine, why didn't you die?"

"Bold thief, how dare you peep at Concubine Ling? take it down for me!" Zhuo Bufan's voice did not stop, and a group of people rushed in from the peach forest to surround him.

Zhuo Bufan hurriedly argued: "Everyone, this is a misunderstanding, I just broke in unintentionally?

"Unintentionally, I'm afraid it's intentional! Someone! Arrest him and let the king dispose of him!" A group of warriors wearing armor stepped forward to escort him: "Hmph, you actually dare to peep at Concubine Ling, this time you are dead!"

Concubine Lingying glanced at him with beautiful eyes, her white clothes fluttered, but she disappeared without a trace in the blink of an eye.

Zhuo Bufan was about to resist, as if he felt dizzy, but in front of the palace, the magnificent, luxurious and majestic palace, he was forced to kneel on the ground, unable to raise his head.

A loud voice came: "King Qiyu, General Ye has no memory of the battle with Master Yan for half a year, and he has no intention of breaking into the Lingfei Courtyard for a while, and I hope that the king will forgive him for not knowing the innocence." ”

"Unforgivable, who knows if he's a fake amnesia or a real amnesia?" a hoarse voice came.

"General Zhuo is a meritorious minister, and he mistakenly saw Concubine Ling because of amnesia, what is the crime?"

"King Qiyu, no matter how amnesia General Ye is, he will not make a mistake in this imperial garden, not to mention that everyone present heard him call him Niangniang Lingfei, since he has amnesia, how can he recognize Niangniang?

"Is that really the case?" A burst of murderous aura permeated the air, and Zhuo Bufan suddenly felt the space around him condense in an instant.

"King Qiyu, what did you hear at that time? General Ye did not have amnesia at all, this is the crime of bullying the king, and he should be punished heavily!"

"Master Nie's diagnosis will not be wrong, General Ye is indeed guilty of amnesia!"

"Master Nie is not an immortal, sometimes there are mistakes?"

"You're a communiqué vendetta?"

"Hmph, I'm also thinking about the king's reputation?"

"You ......"

"Don't make any noise! Ye Qingyun coveted Concubine Ling's beauty and broke into Concubine Ling's Xiaowan privately, the crime deserves death! Kill ......"

"Wang, think twice!"

"The men of the general's mansion are killed, and the women are all used as official prostitutes...... Retreat!"

"Ahh......h

Zhuo Bufan suddenly felt the change of space, he was in a space, the space was silent, no longer the physical torture of extreme cold, nor the soul torture of hellfire. Here is the world of knives, the ocean of knives, knives are the weapon of the strong, the spirit of arrogance, and the road of the hegemon.

Zhuo Bufan couldn't help but sigh heavily, and finally came back! He would rather face the predicament of this Infernal Hell than face the beauty of the world of flowers. Just as he stepped out, the countless knives flew towards him, split the lid and flew towards him, so that he could not hide, this was originally the world of knives, the countless knives stabbed his body, cut off his hands, cut off his feet, stabbed his heart, stabbed his chest, he fell heavily to the ground, looking at the flying knives, his eyes were still full of smiles, and his eyes were still full of fighting spirit.

The flying knife condensed into a giant knife, and with a blinding light swung at him, slashing at his head, with a piercing voice: "Boy, get back! This is not where you should be?"

His head rolled down, his eyes still staring at the giant knife, and his lips twitched: "I need strength!"

In the reincarnation of heaven and earth, his body slowly gathered together again, and he rushed towards the sea of swords again without wavering and bent on his own way. The endless knives gathered to form a whirlpool, and the whirlpool of the spinning knives swept Zhuo Bufan into it. Entering the whirlpool, he felt countless sword intent pouring into his mind, the power of countless knives filled his body, and he felt a ray of light in front of him, what kind of light was it, not the sun as bright as day, nor the soft and beautiful moonlight, but a black light, black and shiny.

Zhuo Bufan frantically rushed towards the black light, the black light was like a black ball hanging in the air, diffusing all around, suddenly integrating his whole person into it, he saw them turn into infinite knife styles, into a few big characters "Infernal Knife Style".