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"I have drawn my sword!"
Lang Xiaoyao let out a light breath.
Standing against the wind, with long hair flying, and cold eyes!
The pupils of the warriors around suddenly shrank,
Lang Xiaoyao's knife turned out to be invisible.
Just because it can't be seen, it is everywhere and everywhere.
It may have reached your eyes, your throat, and your soul.
Until your whole being is destroyed by it, you still can't see its existence!
Even though your head has been chopped off, you still have your eyes wide open with a confused look on your face.
"There is no knife in your hand, but a knife in your heart!"
"Although the knife has no tricks, it has tricks everywhere!"
This is the top principle in martial arts. Although martial arts are like flowers, they lead to the same goal in the end. Countless martial arts masters have spent their wonderful lives pursuing this realm.
But those who can comprehend this truth are none other than one-in-a-million martial arts geniuses.
"Genius, actually a genius!"
"This is impossible!"
"What kind of knife technique is this?"
The faces of the warriors changed drastically, and complex emotions such as madness and shock surged in their eyes.
"Thirty years ago, there was still a trace of his knife. I didn't expect that thirty years later, there was no trace of his knife."
Nothingness's tone was full of surprise and admiration.
"It turns out that there is a sword in the legend that there is a sword without a sword! There is a trick to win without a move!"
On the side, Long Xuetong blinked her beautiful eyes. Although she has learned the yin and yang technique of the earth, she has comprehended the ultimate mystery of the change of yin and yang in the martial arts mental method.
However, in terms of swordsmanship, it will not reach the realm of "no sword is better than sword".
"In my ancient tomb ancestor, there used to be a great hero named Yang Mingguo, who learned from the sword demon Dugu Qiubai's predecessor. After the age of forty, he realized that vegetation, bamboo and stone can be used as swords. Since then, he has refined his skills and gradually entered the state of no sword being better than having a sword. territory."
"It's just that my ancestor learned so much, it's a pity that he finally took the sword into his palm, otherwise he would definitely become an immortal master of swordsmanship."
Long Xuetong said in a low voice, his voice was full of sorrow.
Although she can use the jade girl Suxin swordsmanship by fighting left and right, but after all, her sword is going off the edge, and it is difficult to enter the peak state of swordsmanship.
? True swordsmanship can turn decay into magic even if its inner strength is mediocre.
? A master's move is often within a hair's breadth.
Thinking back to the time when the sword demon Dugu Qiu defeated his predecessors, he didn't have any advanced internal skills, and he was able to shock the martial arts with just his swordsmanship. This is the reason.
"Do you know why I asked you to have a decisive battle on the top of Mount Everest?" Lang Xiaoyao grinned.
"Why?"
"Because it's high enough!" Lang Xiaoyao's voice was full of coldness:
"I've been honing for thirty years. This is the most perfect and pinnacle of knife skills. Only the highest place is worthy of it!"
"What's more, this Mount Everest in the Himalayas has existed for thousands of years, and it is cold in the mountains!"
"Today, I will take advantage of the thousands of years of cold air to decapitate your head."
He spoke proudly, but found that Ye Xuan's eyes were full of pity.
That's like looking at a poor wretch!
"Damn it, why do you look at me like that?"
Lang Xiaoyao was slightly angry.
"Ridiculous, do you think victory without a sword is the pinnacle of swordsmanship? You are really a frog in a well, blinded by a leaf, who doesn't know the vastness of the world and the vastness of the universe!"
Ye Xuan's lips parted slightly, and his eyes mocked lightly: "The sad thing is, until you die, you are still living in the dream of Yelang's arrogance."
Lang Xiaoyao said: "Nonsense, how old are you, and what kind of sword technique do you know?"
Ye Xuandao: "It's a wonderful creation, there is no sword or self, no trace to find, and everything is indestructible!"
Lang Xiaoyao laughed: "As expected, you know, but you have been surrounded by my sword and trapped by the cold."
Ye Xuan shook his head: "Your saber is nothing but scrap metal, and the coldness of thousands of miles is only in my mind."
"You think you are at the pinnacle of victory without a sword and with a sword, but you don't know that there is still a long way to go!"
"I do not believe."
Lang Xiaoyao said very seriously: "You are just a little baby, your strength is only because you have practiced the superior art, but your understanding of sword skills can never surpass me."
Poof!
Ye Xuan couldn't help it, scoffedWith a laugh, he took a step forward and said slowly:
"Do you know what it means to have no knife in your hand and no knife in your heart?"
"Do you know what is meant by 'the knife is me, and I am the knife'?"
"Do you know what is meant by 'No sword and no self, I forget both swords'?"
"Martial arts all over the world, different paths lead to the same goal. When you have achieved 'no one without me, things and me are forgotten', you have entered the door!"
"However, this is only the peak of mortals. Above mortals, there are immortals, Buddhas, gods, demons, and all kinds of supernatural powers and profound arts. They are as complicated as the most difficult equations."
"Study the time between heaven and man, understand the changes of the past and the present, and become one person's method! This is only a boast, how dare you use the word peak?"
Everyone was fascinated by what they heard. What Ye Xuan said was the great realm and great fortune in martial arts. No matter the thousands of methods and tricks, in the end they all remain the same.
"Nonsense, nonsense, I don't believe it! I don't believe it!! I don't believe it!!!"
He seemed to have collapsed, and roared loudly.
It's like when you play a game, after a lot of hard work, you get to level 100, thinking you've reached the peak, and a day later you find out that the game company has adjusted the top level to 200 again.
It's like you are charging yellow diamonds, you spent 3 years to upgrade to lv7, only to suddenly find out that lv8 is out, and you want to upgrade to lv8, the time spent will be several times that of before.
When a warrior thought he was standing at the pinnacle and was invincible in the world, he suddenly found out that he was still in Xinshou Village. This feeling would make people despair!
"I don't believe it, go to hell."
With a loud roar, Lang Xiaoyao suddenly exerted his strength, his long hair flew up, and his eyes flashed lightning. Suddenly, at the altitude of 8,848 meters, the wind swept away and the mountains and rivers changed color.
Countless ghostly chills surged towards Ye Xuan, while thousands of knife shadows flickered around, making people unable to tell the real from the fake.
"Ye Jiuxuan, who doesn't know how to talk big, I have the guts to take over the knife from the old man."
The swordsman draws his sword with such arrogance that he dares to go up to the sky and make trouble with the Jade Emperor.
"Borrow thousands of years and thousands of miles of coldness for use!"
Lang Xiaoyao yelled violently, and half of Mount Everest could hear the sound. Under his feet, Mount Everest, the highest peak in the world, began to tremble.
Boom!
"earthquake?"
"Avalanche? Or another snow wave?"
"Oh my god, this is too scary!"
"Is this the Xeon killer move?"
Feeling the vibration under their feet, the faces of the warriors changed wildly.
Suddenly, they felt countless cold air under their feet, and they were shocked, only to see endless "white threads" emerging from the hard rock under their feet.
No! This is not white silk, this is cold air!
The coldness of thousands of years has been condensed in Mount Everest.
Mount Everest, the highest peak in the world, at this moment, countless streaks of white air and frost visible to the naked eye gathered in the air. (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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