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The morning light shone, and the white Zi Baifeng, who hadn't slept all night, pushed open the door and walked out.

The knife idiot who also didn't sleep all night and practiced knives all night turned his head and looked at Zi Baifeng.

Of course, he knew about last night's movements, but he didn't care, and he didn't feel that he needed to care.

Cultivators all over the world, if they know that Daozi Baifeng has such a wonderful trick for cultivating demons, I am afraid that they will all go crazy for it.

But the knife idiot is different, there is only a knife in his world, and he has nothing else to ask for or think about anything other than the knife.

So he doesn't care what Zi Baifeng is preparing or doing, he just wants to break through his limits.

The way of the knife is endless, and occasionally the knife addict will recall that when he first practiced the knife, he would be envious when he saw that other people's knife skills were so exquisite and so high-end.

At that time, he would think, "If my sword skills are that good, then I won't have any worries anymore!"

But every time he improved his knife skills, he found that in fact, his mentality and his life have not changed much, and there has not been much progress, and there are always more people who need him to look up to and surpass.

Every time, every time.

Gradually, he stopped envying others and no longer paying attention to them.

In his world, there is only a sword.

Everything else...... He couldn't even remember the enemies that had died at his hands.

It's just the soul of his own sword.

Therefore, Zi Baifeng was busy preparing a lot of things, and even cooked a lot of meals, and even picked up a jar of good wine from somewhere.

Then Zi Baifeng put all the wine and food on the table, and even warmed it, and the faint aroma of wine wafted over, and he finally couldn't help but turn his head.

What is this guy doing? Do you want to cook some good food and drink and practice it for yourself?

He knew that Dao would kill him today?

Zi Baifeng's gaze also looked over.

A lot of changes have taken place in this young man's body, he is not like a monk with advanced cultivation, but more and more like a bachelor who has read poetry and books, and the thick bookish atmosphere on his body cannot be dissolved.

One night later, when Zi Baifeng had just been promoted to Tianguang, the floating silver hook iron paintings had become faint and invisible, but the aura around him was drumming.

Zi Baifeng looked at the knife idiot, he didn't say a word, just stretched out his hand, and the war knife on the table buzzed and flew to Zi Baifeng's hand.

Zi Baifeng held a knife in one hand and pointed at the knife idiot.

At that moment, the knife idiot was a little ridiculous.

Such a powerless scholar actually plans to challenge himself on the knife path?

But he did.

The knife idiot stood there and looked at it at a glance.

At this glance, he only had sword intent and no aura, just to see if Zi Baifeng was qualified to fight him.

The eyes are like knives, in this world, there is no faster knife than this, a knife out, without the slightest warning, can not dodge, can not block, can only resist!

But Zi Baifeng was not afraid at all, he stood there, allowing this glance to shoot into his eyes in an instant.

It's like swinging a knife to cut water, after a ripple, there is no trace.

Zi Baifeng has already taken out the knife.

No, it's not that he is out of the knife, but that the knife is carrying him.

No, it's not the knife that is carrying him, it's the knife that makes a move, and he is out of the way!

The knife is like a mountain, directly pressed down from the top of the head, and with a knife out, the sky and the earth collapsed!

The water seemed to be boiling, shaking, roaring, and at that moment, it seemed to be the sea where huge waves crashed on the shore, not an island in the lake!

With a knife out, there is such a might!

This knife is no longer exactly the knife of the original owner of the sword, and there are many things that the knife idiot can't understand at all - it is the knife of the literati, the pen is like a blade, and the words are like a knife!

He stayed up all night to conceive the sword, he cooked and poured wine to calm his mind, he warmed the wine and food, and after the victory, he drank and celebrated, or—to die, to sacrifice himself!

Under this sky, there are heroic soldiers who are drunk and lying on the battlefield, but there are also hot-blooded literati who are bright and upright.

He is not a thousand mountains, but his will, his action, and his determination are weaker than the sword idiots of a hundred battles!

Whoever dares to stand in my way will become my ghost!

With a knife out, the strength of the whole body has been concentrated on this knife, and after the knife is out, there is no longer the slightest strength left, and he doesn't need to stay.

A knife, up to the sky, down to the ground, between heaven and earth, just a stroke, a big vertical, vertical like a hanging needle, standing up to the sky!

To kill, all it takes is a knife.

One knife is enough!

The knife idiot raised his eyes, but his eyes were calm as water, and there was no trace of knife intent contained in it, because of this knife, his eyes and knives couldn't stop it.

He even dropped the knife in his hand.

Because, this knife, with this ordinary knife in his hand, can't be stopped!

He stretched out his hand, and the knife mound suddenly burst, and a knife flew out of the corpse of ten thousand knives.

He reached out, pointed, and smashed.

The knife idiot, after all, is not a swordsman in the mortal world, but a monk in the sword.

Someone else's is a flying sword, he is a flying knife!

A knife like lightning slashing from the sky.

It happened to be on the knife that Zi Baifeng swung out.

"Bell!" rang.

The voice is not loud, even a little hoarse.

Because the two knives collide, one side has already been defeated.

A knife, buried in the knife mound, conceived for a hundred years, the countless knives, after being broken, the knife intent settled, and they were all absorbed by the knife buried under the knife mound.

And the other knife, although it has been nourished by the demon cultivation technique, has become extraordinary, but it is just a war knife of soldiers who fight in the mortal world, dyed with the blood of thousands of people, but after all, it is congenitally limited.

Zi Baifeng still stretched out his hand forward, but the knife in his hand had already shattered.

There seemed to be a faint sigh, it was the knife sighing.

It's a pity that you can't protect the people you have to protect.

Manpower is sometimes exhausted, and perhaps it is.

The knife idiot looked at Zi Baifeng, and saw that he still maintained the appearance of stretching one hand forward, but he stretched out his hand and pulled out the knife nailed in front of him.

"Xie Lu Xie ......" He didn't know if Lu Dao was talking about Zi Baifeng, which made him appreciate such a completely different, cross-boundary knife, or he was thanking the knife in his hand, thanking him for another victory for himself.

"The name of the knife is stupid, stupid-" Before a knife word was spoken, I felt that the murderous aura was coming, and the knife wind was piercing!

"Look at the knife!" The knife has been struck, it is already coming, and it only takes a moment to cut off the opponent's head, and at this moment, Luo Qianshan shouted angrily.

Look at the knives!

What I watched was the careful teaching of the predecessors of Badao, what I watched was the countless days and nights of cold and heat, what I saw was the hesitation that I couldn't see, what I saw was the anger of my best friend who was arrested, and what I saw was his knife that fell into a thousand mountains!

Badao, indomitable, no return, no regrets!

But it's not the first knife, but the fifth knife!

After the four knives of the knife idiot, the physical strength was exhausted, and the fifth knife that could not be cut again!

The knife idiot turned around suddenly, and the knife in his hand was raised, blocking the fifth knife.

Time seems to be folded at this moment, everything in the middle doesn't seem to have happened, the timeline is directly spliced behind the fifth knife of the knife, and the knife idiot vaguely sees that before the fifth knife comes out, the knife that has fallen to the ground actually stood up again.

Not only did he stand up, but he was much younger and stronger.

"I don't know what to do, it turns out that Badao still has disciples. Ba Dao turned his head and looked at Luo Qianshan, who had begun to breathe after a knife.

As soon as the knife came out, the hair on his sideburns had already begun to turn white.

But he didn't care, regardless of it, it was another knife!

The knife was still halfway through, and wrinkles were already crawling on his face.

The sword is blocked by another knife, in fact, this knife, he can directly kill Luo Qianshan with one knife, but he is reluctant, he has not fully understood the knife path of the knife.

Luo Qianshan staggered back, and the strength on his body was almost exhausted, but he still shouted hoarsely: "Don't go quickly!"

He took advantage of the waves stirred up by Zi Baifeng and the sword idiot to swim here, and directly condensed all the strength from the water, and directly stabbed it. He knew very well that if that sneak attack was not successful, he might never have a chance to kill the knife idiot again.

And now, there has been a second knife, a third knife.

One blow of strength, then decline, three and exhaustion.

His strength was exhausted.

But Zi Baifeng stood there like a fool, without moving at all, even if he shouted, Zi Baifeng only shook his head slightly.

Luo Qianshan left and right, the last few knives, has been completely unformed.

His hair was gray, and his face was drooping.

Now he looks like a young man in his early twenties, and he is simply an old man with a sixtieth year.

The knife idiot shook his head.

The sword is nothing more than that, and it's still nothing more than that.

It's time to wrap it up.

He sighed, raised the knife in his hand, and gathered momentum - this enemy may not be worthy of his serious treatment, but the sword path he inherited is still worthy of him to send him on his way seriously.

With a knife, the blood-colored long knife in Luo Qianshan's hand shattered and turned into fragments in the sky.

Another knife slashed down the heads of a thousand mountains.

Luo Qianshan closed his eyes and sighed softly.

I knew that I shouldn't have come to save this guy and let him die by himself.

In the end, I have to take a small life from my grandfather.

Why bother, why bother?

At this moment, the tiny sound of jingling bells rang in his ears.

It's like the wind blowing wind chimes, soft, like waking up in the afternoon, opening your eyes from the bed in a daze, wanting to get up and rest.

Then the wind picked up, and the wind chimes swung and jingled.

The person who couldn't sleep anymore opened his eyes and looked at the wind chime—Luo Qianshan also looked in the direction where the bell came from.

A snow-white woman stood in front of him.

There was a hazy beam of moonlight in the woman's hand, the moonlight was shattered, and it collided with each other to form the shape of a long sword, and as soon as the sword was swung, the fragments made a tiny jingling sound.

The woman's body also seemed to be shrouded in a layer of moonlight, hazy, dreamlike, and unreal.

But Luo Qianshan remembered a name.

Beam Moon!