Words can't describe the demeanor of that sword light, Luo Zhuo has seen a master of using a knife, Yu Wenming uses a knife, and he comes from the fairy world, but his knife technique is not even as good as scum compared to this sword light.

The sword light came from the darkness, and the entire heaven and earth seemed to be divided into two sections by this knife, although he knew that it was a fantasy, but Luo Zhuo also felt a sharp pain in his soul, just watching, he felt that he was cut by a knife from his body to his soul.

It's too late, in fact, it's just a short moment, the knife light has disappeared, Luo Zhuo is holding the Shura knife in his right hand, the whole hand is full of white bones, and the flesh and blood on the white bones can be seen with the naked eye to be born and then dissolved, and then born, and then dissolved, the situation is extremely strange, and Luo Zhuo seems to be unconscious, standing on the spot, the pupils of both eyes are a little divergent.

"What's wrong with him?" Qiao Mengyuan's voice trembled a little, her mood in the past few days was completely like a roller coaster, one moment she saw that Luo Zhuo was about to die, and the next second he was getting better again, and before she could breathe a sigh of relief, Luo Zhuo became a bloody person again.

"Is the Shura knife in this seat so easy to pick up?" Jiang Yiping said with a smile, when he didn't explode with murderous aura, he looked amiable, and it seemed that because Qiao Mengyuan was the descendant of the deceased, he was much better to Qiao Mengyuan than Luo Zhuo and the others, instead of locking Qiao Mengyuan in the guard's mansion, he took her to the city wall. For Qiao Mengyuan's questions, he also has to answer them.

"He has two choices now, either tame my sword intent or let my sword intent fly away. Jiang Yiping was still smiling, and he didn't feel that what he said represented a person's life.

At this time, Luo Zhuo was already unaware of everything in the outside world, he was in the dark, and there was only a sword light in front of him, and the sword light flew vertically and horizontally. It was as if a person was stabbing from different angles, and there was no interval between each knife, so Luo Zhuo's eyes were just a ball of light, and he endured the pain of his soul before he could barely see the traces of the knife technique from that bright light.

I don't know how long time has passed, and there have been several times when Luo Zhuo felt that his soul was split. The Hongmeng purple qi hidden in the primordial realm appeared in time, and the Hongmeng purple qi is not only effective for the body, but also for the soul, otherwise it would not be worthy of its own name. Every time Hongmeng Purple Qi repaired Luo Zhuo's soul, Luo Zhuo could feel that his soul power had increased by a point, and gradually he was able to see the trajectory of the sword technique clearly.

The sword light in the sky is actually very simple, all the knife techniques are actually just a knife, although it is struck from various possible angles, but the knife intent remains the same. That sword intent was unstoppable, no matter what stood in front of it, it was all split by the knife, and Luo Zhuo also felt that above the sword light, there was a vague power of space, so it could be so sharp.

At this moment, Luo Zhuo forgot everything. Forgot where he was, forgot what he was doing. Even he had forgotten who he was, completely immersed in the sword intent, Luo Zhuo had never practiced sword technique, when he practiced qi in the past, he majored in swordsmanship, and now he didn't need any weapons to refine his body. His body is the strongest weapon. But just because he hasn't practiced the sword technique doesn't mean he doesn't understand it.

Not to mention that Luo Zhuo inherited the **** martial arts experience of the year, and the information he got from Hongmeng Purple Qi in his mind also has a lot of knife skills, and he is also a master of ten thousand laws, and there is no problem in learning knife skills.

The sword light in front of me. It is said that it is a knife technique, but in fact, there is only one style, and the focus is on the power of space, Luo Zhuo has some understanding of the way of space, but he has not deliberately practiced, and now the knife technique is constantly changing in front of him, which is almost equivalent to a person demonstrating how to use the power of space in front of him.

If it were an ordinary person, the soul would have been cut apart a long time ago, but Luo Zhuo has Hongmeng Purple Qi to protect his body, although his soul will also be damaged, but he is constantly recovering, and every time he recovers his soul, the power will be strengthened, so he can observe it without restrictions.

The time in consciousness is not the same as the time in the outside world, sometimes a thousand years have passed in consciousness, and the outside world is only a moment, so there is a dream of Huangliang, in consciousness, Luo Zhuo's soul condensed body, with the knife light fingers are moving gently, and the movement is getting bigger and bigger, and later, his hand seems to be waving a knife.

I don't know how long time has passed, and Luo Zhuo doesn't know how many times he has swung his arm, until in the end, the trajectory of his arm's swinging movement has become exactly the same as that knife light, but there is no artistic conception of sword light, and there is no slightest lethality.

Luo Zhuo's arm waved thousands of times, and finally, his palm slashed through the air, and the edge of his palm actually produced a black line, which was a tiny spatial crack.

Just when the spatial crack was generated, Luo Zhuo's soul was like being struck by lightning, and in an instant he had withdrawn from his consciousness, only to feel that his body was not painful anywhere, especially the right hand holding the knife, the pain caused by the dissolution of flesh and blood and rebirth was very bearable, even Luo Zhuo, it was with his tenacious will that he did not cry out.

Comprehending the knife intent on the Shura knife does not mean that he can control this knife, the knife qi on the blade, with the power of space, destroys his body and soul all the time, if it weren't for the Hongmeng purple qi spontaneously protecting the body, he is afraid that he is dead now and there are no bones left.

After a while, the tremor of Luo Zhuo's soul recovered, and he looked back in the direction of the fifth city of Hangu Pass, and across the long yellow sand, he seemed to have seen the golden armor Jiang Yiping standing on the top of the city. He didn't know how long it had been, but he knew that he had to go back because his lover, his friends, were waiting for him there!

Luo Zhuo slowly raised his arm, as if lifting something weighing ten thousand catties, the Shura knife went up, the tip of the knife pointed to the sky, the blade forward, stood still for a moment, and Luo Zhuo slashed down.

It is impossible to describe whether this knife is fast or slow, if there are other bystanders at this time, they must be able to see that Luo Zhuo slashed down, and a black crack appeared in front of his body, and then Luo Zhuo followed the knife and disappeared in place.

Qiao Mengyuan saw Luo Zhuo's figure disappear in the aerial image, and before she could be surprised, she saw a black shadow falling from the sky, not Luo Zhuo, but anyone.

Luo Zhuo fell to the ground, his back to Qiao Mengyuan, the Shura knife was held in his hand, the tip of the knife was pointed downward, and his face was flat towards Jiang Yiping.

"How many days have passed?" Luo Zhuo's voice was hoarse, with a slight tremor.

"Two hours and seven days to go, and you'll be back sooner than I thought. Jiang Yiping said indifferently, he wouldn't lie, especially to a junior.

"I brought the knife back, I hope you keep your promise!" Luo Zhuo breathed a sigh of relief and said in a deep voice, as soon as he finished saying this, his body weakened and he fell backwards.

Qiao Mengyuan was shocked, took a step forward, and held Luo Zhuo in her arms before she fell to the ground, not caring that Luo Zhuo was not wearing clothes yet, so she checked him for him.

It didn't matter at first glance, Luo Zhuo's body was covered with fine cracks, like porcelain that was about to break, as if he would turn into pieces at the slightest touch.

Although he comprehended the sword intent, with his cultivation, he was still too reluctant to exert it, forcibly passing through the space, Luo Zhuo's body was greatly damaged, even if he had Hongmeng purple qi, he did not heal for a while.

Jiang Yiping didn't care about Qiao Mengyuan's movements, he looked at the Shura knife that was still held in Luo Zhuo's hand, his face was full of sadness, and that sadness even changed color in the sky.

"Shura, Shura, I didn't expect you and I to see each other again. Jiang Yiping said sadly.

Qiao Mengyuan raised her head and glanced at Jiang Yiping, wondering if he was crazy, but the next moment she felt that she might be crazy, because the knife in Luo Zhuo's hand actually made a joyful humming sound, and with a few jumps, the knife had already flown up from Luo Zhuo's hand and flew towards Jiang Yiping.

Jiang Yiping stretched out his hand, already holding the handle of the knife, and said in a low voice: "I know that you have worked hard, and you will be free in the future, and you don't have to stay in this place where birds don't." ”

The Shura knife hummed out of thin air, as if responding to Jiang Yiping, Qiao Mengyuan was dumbfounded, and shook her head, she should be too worried about Luo Zhuo so she hallucinated, no, his injuries were too serious, and he had to hurry up and heal him.

Qiao Mengyuan took out a pair of golden needles from her body, she studied medicine instinctively, she carried gold needles with her, and twisted a golden needle, but found that she couldn't pierce Luo Zhuo's skin.

"No more effort. Jiang Yiping's voice sounded, "Since he came back alive, he can't die, he will naturally recover after a while, mortal medicine can't heal his injuries." ”

"Senior Jiang, you are a master, can you save him. Qiao Mengyuan said.

"He doesn't need me to save him," Jiang Yiping said: "Little girl, if you have the kung fu to worry about him, it is better to worry about yourself." ”

"What do I have to worry about?" Qiao Mengyuan said puzzled.

"You're looking at him, but no one is looking at you. Jiang Yiping said with a smile, "This kid is a secret, if it weren't for the fact that this seat is a dead person, I can't say that I will be interested in the secret on him, you have taken a fancy to him, and you will have to suffer in the future." ”

Qiao Mengyuan didn't know why, and felt that this Jiang Yiping was a god.

"Now that he has comprehended my two broken knives, it can be regarded as fate, and I will no longer embarrass you. Jiang Yiping said, "After he woke up, tell him for me, let him help me bring this Shura knife to the fairy world, and give it to the Jiang family, it will be good for him, and the Ji family is too shrewd, it's best not to get too close, it can be regarded as a piece of advice from me, for the sake of Qiao Sanshi's face, I will also do you a small favor, if you can enter the fairy world, you can hold this token and go to Gushu Mountain, whether you can have a creation depends on your luck." ”

Seeing Jiang Yiping's movements, Qiao Mengyuan had an extra token in his hand, and Jiang Yiping's figure had disappeared, leaving only the Shura knife to let out a mournful roar. (To be continued.) )