Song Que added frost to his temples, but he did not have the slightest sign of aging, but added to him the aristocratic style of a high-ranking lord and the demeanor of a Confucian scholar. The pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info daunting and unattainable. With his even and graceful body shape and Yuanting Yuezhi's posture, he does have the intoxicating demeanor of a top master in the world. He was an inch taller than Kou Zhongshang, and when he swept his gaze, everyone had the uneasy feeling that they couldn't hide anything from him.

"It's Huang Yi down there, I've seen the valve master!" Huang Yi took the opportunity to bow and bow his head to avoid looking at him.

Song Que pressed his hand on the wall, and with a "zheng" sound, one of the knives made a groan as if it had come to life, and it jumped out of the sheath, no different from holding the handle of the knife in someone's hand, and everyone felt a chill in their hearts.

Song Que grabbed it again through the void, and the thick-backed big knife fell into the grasp of his left hand stretched out to Heng Yi as if it were pulling an invisible rope.

Strange changes are sudden.

Everyone felt that at the moment when the thick-backed broadsword fell into Song Que's grasp, Song Que's person and the knife merged into an inseparable and integrated whole, which was completely a strong and profound feeling, subtle and indescribable.

Song Que's eyes shone brightly at the same time, covering Huang Yi, making Huang Yi feel that there was no part of his body inside and outside that could be hidden from the observation of this master who was known as the world's number one knife master, and was seen through, as if he was naked, exposed to the cold wind and snow.

At the moment when Song Que took the knife, an invisible but solid sword qi like an iron wall forced Huang Yi with Song Que as the center, so that Huang Yi had to resist with luck, and even more so to force himself to surge up his fighting spirit, otherwise he would inevitably be frightened and collapse without a fight.

Such martial arts, unless you see it, people don't dare to believe that it is true.

Song Que's expression was still neat, and he said indifferently and casually: "There is no distinction between will, but condensed in God, and God can only be aware of it, and only then can it be said that the law can be said, and then from the law to the realm of impossibility." God is the mind, the mind is the body and mind, every time a knife is made, the whole body follows, and the divine mind is one, just like this knife. ”

After that, Song Que took a step forward, and the huge momentum was like a surge from the sky and the earth, and with his firm and powerful steps, he rolled towards Huang Yi with a cold and bone-chilling sword qi.

Kou Zhong didn't dare to hesitate at all, and Jing Zhongyue threw it directly.

"Qiang" Huang Yigang pulled out the well in the moon, only to see that Song Que's thick-backed knife had broken through the air, and the wonderful images were varied, and they couldn't stop changing in the space of two zhang, and every change was so clear and understandable, as if writing out the mind with a knife. The most important thing is that every change makes Huang Yi's proposed method of dealing with it become a failure, giving birth to a feeling of decadence that his previous achievements have been wasted.

With the knife so far, it has reached the peak of perfection, and it is out of the realm of supernatural perfection.

The knife momentum changed, and the footwork also changed, and Huang Yi couldn't even predict that he would attack from that angle in the end.

For some reason, Huang Yi suddenly remembered another person in his heart. That is the 'sword master' Fu Cailin.

If Fu Cailin is a 'great sect of swordsmanship', then Song Que is definitely a 'great sect of swordsmanship'. For some reason, he always had an intuition that the person in front of him, compared to Fu Cailin, was definitely not weaker than him.

In the face of such a terrifying and powerful enemy, Huang Yi instead gave birth to a strong fighting spirit, and a pair of tiger eyes burst out with an unprecedented essence, staring at the opponent without blinking. When the enemy's sword was only three feet away from him, and the knife qi was surging, he snorted coldly, snatched it forward, and the moon in the well rushed away.

"Dang"!

Huang Yi snorted, and even swept Song Que's thick-backed knife with a knife and staggered back three steps, but it also blocked Song Que's change in later moves.

Seeing Huang Yi, who had lost his ruddy color on his face, Song Que pointed at this young opponent from afar, and did not take advantage of the momentum to pursue, and said with a long smile: "Sure enough, the mind can not show the slightest flaw, and only by risking death and fighting hard can you have a chance to save your life. “

Huang Yi's face recovered, and he said embarrassedly: "I can't see the change in the sword momentum of the valve master at all. However, the moment I thought I was going to die under the knife, my hand seemed to know how to save my own life!"

Song Que smiled and said: "This is the body and mind, the total result of all the hard training and actual combat experience in the past, the heart is stopped and the spirit wants to act, beyond the thought, but if it can only be done occasionally, it is not enough to call everyone, only every move and every style, are blended with the divine will, and the knife technique can be done as you like." Look! This is the second cut. “

Huang Yixin called for help, until this moment, the churning blood in his body, and the soreness of his arm had not fully recovered.

Huang Yi knew that no matter whether it was internal strength or knife skills, he was inferior to the other party by more than a notch. And from Song Que's words just now, it can be inferred that he can be sure that Song Que is instructing Kou Zhong's knife technique, so he leaves no room for action. If you don't have the determination to kill the other party, it will be difficult for Kung Fu to exert the power of overdue. Obviously, if Huang Yi can't stop it, he will be killed by the knife. After the knife, even Song Que himself couldn't change this inevitable ending.

Fortunately, Huang Yi is determined and will never lose his fighting spirit because he can't ask himself. Seeing that the other party had raised his hand, he knew that he could only face it. With a cold snort, Huang Yi took the initiative to attack.

Song Que took a step forward and made a "poof" sound, and the entire knife grinding hall seemed to shake, following its footwork, a knife slashed out horizontally, without the slightest tricky change, but it broke all Huang Yi's knife changes.

Huang Yi felt that Song Que's seemingly ordinary knife was clumsy, and it could turn decay into magic, except for blocking the way, there was no other way, and the initiative immediately became passive.

Huang Yi took three steps back.

Song Que's blade touched the ground, and he said calmly: "Can you see the mystery of my knife?"

Huang Yi secretly breathed and nodded: "Ever-changing, hidden in a change, that subtlety can't be said." “

Song Que sighed, "The son can be taught, but it's a pity that he has to send someone to Song." “

Huang Yi laughed and said, "I don't believe that I will live so short." ”

The moon in the well slashed out quickly, and the wind and thunder were concurrent, and the knife was both powerful and incoherent, and there was a faint and elegant flavor in it, which made people feel that he could combine these two extremely opposite feelings into one, which was a miracle in itself. This knife is the most pinnacle of Huang Yi's debut

Song Que shouted "good", his sharp eyes lit up, but his handsome face did not contain the slightest joy, anger and sorrow, and the thick-backed knife in his hand rushed forward, changing nine times, and it was right at the edge of Huang Yi's well knife.

Huang Yi originally thought that this knife could grab a little advantage, but he didn't know that Song Que seemed to be a casual counterattack, but he took the initiative in his hands like a 'Yi swordsmanship', so that all his back moves had no room for half an inch. (To be continued.) )