Zhou Ye, who watched the whole process, felt that this killing technique was simply against the sky.

Learn, must learn!

Coming back to his senses, Zhou Ye found that there were still two scrolls, and he hesitated.

If you choose 'Scatter Flash' now, you won't have a chance to choose the other two scrolls.

What if the other two reels also have something for you?

Zhou Ye was not in a hurry for the time being, and was going to take a look at the last two scrolls first, and comprehensively judge which killing technique he wanted to learn.

Raise your palm and touch the black leather scroll tied with black silk thread.

The scroll is a little rough, giving Zhou Ye a shoddy feeling.

Zhou Ye knew that this black leather scroll had gone through the baptism of the years, and it had taken countless times to give him such a feeling.

"Whew!"

Suddenly, a wisp of sword qi passed down from the scroll, and Zhou Ye hurriedly withdrew his palm, secretly saying that it was dangerous.

That wisp of sword qi gave him an extremely dangerous feeling, as if his palm couldn't be withdrawn if he didn't quickly withdraw it.

I want to cut off my own hands.

This black leather scroll has a big temper.

Zhou Ye was not convinced, and once again reached out and touched the black leather scroll.

A familiar feeling comes.

"Remnant Sword Style, a Remnant Sword, Cutting Heaven and Earth, Punishing Nine Demon ......"

A voice as cold as ice sounded, and the scene in front of Zhou Ye changed again.

He's very experienced now.

This is the consciousness being pulled into the scroll.

Think of this as a kind of inheritance, and the characters who exist in the scrolls are the power that created them.

Only those who know so much about the art of killing can write everything about killing in detail on the scroll.

......

Zhou Ye found himself in the middle of the jungle, and not far in front of him were the two warring sides.

One side was dressed in black and well-armed, as if he were those assassins and killers in the world.

On the other side, there was only a young man in shabby clothes and a broken sword in his hand.

"Kill!"

The men in black shouted, raising their weapons and killing the young man.

The young man slowly raised the remnant sword, his face was indifferent, and there was no trace of emotion in his eyes.

He seemed to have expected this, and at the same time he was absolutely sure, so he looked at the men in black as if he were looking at the dead.

"Extinguish. ”

The young man spoke indifferently and swung his remnant sword at will.

"Boom!"

Bright sword light flickered out, and in just an instant, those black-clothed people became corpses.

As soon as the screen turns, the scene changes.

Zhou Ye found himself on the top of the mountain at the moment, and the young man was still beside him.

The young man sat cross-legged with the remnant sword on his back.

The ground was overgrown with weeds, and the young man's body was surrounded by wisps of sword qi.

The sword qi was sharp, cutting through the weeds on the ground, leaving ravines on the ground that were neither deep nor shallow.

Zhou Ye's face was expressionless.

"Whew!"

In the distance, three white rays of light struck.

The young man slowly opened his eyes and raised his hand to remove the remnant sword.

The power was poured into the remnant sword, rolling in the sword body, the sharp aura became heavier and heavier, and the space was cut out with a trace of white marks.

"Whoosh!"

The young man slashed the remnant sword, and a ray of sword light burst out from the blade of the remnant, slashing directly towards the three white lights.

Zhou Ye looked into the distance.

The sword light was very powerful, and it directly shot down the three white lights.

Zhou Ye knew that the youth had won, and he had won without much effort.

Seeing this, the picture turned again.

On the endless plain, the young man walked slowly with the remnant sword on his back.

Above his head, clouds gathered, thunder and lightning flashed, and a strong wind blew on the plain, and a green wave rose on the plain like a wave.

The young man did not care, he did not care, the wind could not touch the corners of his clothes, and the thunder could not move his heart.

Zhou Ye followed the young man's side, looking up at the clouds from time to time.

Zhou Ye didn't know what level of Heavenly Tribulation this was, but he knew that this Heavenly Tribulation would definitely be very powerful.

Looking at the young man on his side who looked like usual, Zhou Ye wanted to say a few words to the other party, and asked the other party not to pretend to be like that, this is a catastrophe after all, and he has to respect it.

But Zhou Ye knew very well in his heart that no matter how he spoke, or it was useless to yell at the young man, the other party would not bird himself at all.

Zhou Ye didn't know if the other party could hear it.

The other party was really a little cold, from the beginning to the present, except for a paragraph of information about this killing technique and the word 'extinguish', he didn't say anything else.

This kind of master temperament, which is revealed all the time, forced Zhou Ye to suffocate.

This made him always feel that this young man was very hanging.

In fact, whoever came fell under the remnant sword of this young man.

To be honest, Zhou Ye was a little dazed.

This sword move is called the Residual Sword Style, and there is no Residual Sword in his hand.

So the question is, this sword move is awesome, do you want to make the big sword into a broken sword to cultivate?

After thinking about it, it can't be.

If the good Demon Dao Emperor soldiers don't use it, why do they make it into a broken sword?

Sick in the brain.

Zhou Ye has already decided that no matter how awesome the young man behaves in a while, he will never be impressed.

"Boom—"

Thunderstorms began to brew.

The young man stopped and slowly looked up at the clouds above him.

His whole body exuded a cold aura, and the cold was biting.

At this moment, he was like a sword about to be unsheathed.

"Boom!"

The thunderbolt fell, and it was fleeting.

Zhou Ye didn't see how the thunder dissipated at all.

"Big guy, that's amazing. Zhou Ye was very convinced.

The young man ignored Zhou Ye and continued to stare at the clouds.

There was no trace of emotion in his eyes, and there was no fear of the catastrophe, as if he was facing an ordinary enemy.

"Boom!"

Another thunderbolt fell.

As before, the Raid vanished.

Zhou Ye was as curious as a cat scratching in his heart.

If it weren't for the fact that the young man would never know how to do it himself, Zhou Ye would have wanted to pester the other party and ask how he did it.

This is simply too pretending, just staring at the thunder, there is a feeling of 'if you can kill me today, even if I lose'.

The thunderbolts only flickered for a moment and then disappeared.

Zhou Ye counted them, and there were a total of eight thunderstorms.

It's not over yet.

The last thunderstorm has been brewed!

"Boom!"

The sky thundered.

The young man finally raised his hand and grasped his broken sword.

"Huh!"

Swinging a sword violently, the mysterious power and mysterious truth were wrapped around the sword light, adding an incomparably powerful boost to the sword light.

"Boom!"

The sword light collided with the thunder, and the explosion spread all over the world.

The earth shook, and Zhou Ye was unsteady on his feet and almost fell.

The clouds dispersed, and a ray of light fell from the sky, enveloping the young man in it.

What changes have taken place in the light Zhou Ye didn't know, but Zhou Ye knew that this young man had become an emperor.

In other words, the youth is even more awesome.

"Whew-"

The wind blew, and the weeds on the grassland fell to their knees as if they had seen their own king.

All things in heaven and earth, and all living beings surrender in their hearts.

The young man picked up his remnant sword again, his face calm.

Zhou Ye felt the pressure on his body, and the pressure wanted to make him kneel, but he didn't kneel.

I don't know each other, kneel and fart.

The young man's gaze fell on Zhou Ye's body.

Looking at the young man, Zhou Ye found the meaning of the other party's eyes: Why don't you kneel?

Zhou Ye smiled disdainfully in his heart.

Big guy, you're not alive, I'll kneel you fart.

The boy had gold under his knees.

Although I, Zhou Moucao, am not a human being, but I also have the pride of being a human being, do you know?

The eyes are facing each other.

The present world that the young man saw through the eyes of Zhou Ye.

And Zhou Ye saw the ancient times from the eyes of the youth.

The power flew away from the sky and moved mountains and seas, it was really an era of pride, and this young man was one of the representative figures of that era.

"It turns out that I have long since disappeared......," the young man whispered.

Zhou Ye didn't see any expression on his face.

It was as if the young man really didn't feel anything after knowing that his future was indeed gone, as if everything didn't matter.

Is this the state of mind of the big guy?

"Click......

The space shattered, watching the world gradually fade away, Zhou Ye's consciousness returned to his body.

In a trance, Zhou Ye was silent and walked towards the last scroll.

Raise your hand to touch.

This time, it was the voice of a female practitioner.

"Zhuxian Six Styles ......"

Zhou Ye was once again pulled into the world inside the scroll.

The female cultivators are mediocre in appearance, although they are not as attractive as the fairies outside, but on the whole, they are quite attractive.

The female boss's sword rises and falls, and the immortal looks back.

Powerful beyond words.

Zhou Ye felt that this female boss could even divide the realm with one sword.

"This kind of sword move is what I want to learn. Zhou Ye saw that the grass juice was boiling, and he couldn't wait to immediately hug the female boss and beg to take him away.

But after thinking about it carefully, this sword move is not very suitable for him, and it is said to be the six styles of Zhu Xian, but whether this sword move can shake the immortals still has to be a question mark.

Consciousness returns to the body.

Zhou Ye touched his chin and pondered.

The little holy elephant walked past him, he began to look at the last scroll, after reading the scroll, he looked at Zhou Ye with some curiosity and asked, "Big brother, which killing technique are you going to choose?"

"I haven't decided yet, what about you?" Zhou Ye asked after shaking his head.

"Me?" the little icon lifted his forehead with some distress.

"It's all very strong, and I don't know how to pick them. ”

"It's up to you. Zhou Ye smiled.

The little icon pondered.

"Every killing technique here is top-notch, and it is very powerful, no matter which one you choose, you will not lose. Zhou Ye said.

The little holy elephant nodded, he naturally knew this truth.

But among the many killing techniques, you can only choose one.

This makes him a little entangled, he likes every subject, can he choose them all?

Of course, the little holy elephant also knows the truth of being greedy and chewing too much, so he can only choose in his heart.

Unlike the little holy elephant, Zhou Ye has already chosen.

It's not the remnant sword style, nor the six styles of Zhuxian, but the scattered flashiness.

The sentence 'The sword refers to, the sun and the moon have no light, a sword is cut down, and the glitz is gone.' It reverberates deeply in my heart.

He Zhou Moucao has a dream from now on.

One day, with a sword in hand, you will slash all the enemies in the world!