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Volume 1, Yan Cunzheng, Chapter 140: One stroke is like a knife that connects the world

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    See the fastest update The morning sun shone down, and the white Zi Baifeng, who had not slept all night, opened the door and walked out.  The sword fanatic who also stayed up all night and practiced swordsmanship all night turned his head and looked at Zi Baifeng.  Of course he knew what happened last night, but he didn't care, and he didn't feel he needed to care.  If all the Taoists in the world knew that Zi Baifeng had such a wonderful secret to raising monsters, they would all go crazy.  " But the knife mania is different. There are only knives in his world. Apart from knives, he has nothing else to ask for or think about.  So he doesn¡¯t care what Zi Baifeng is preparing or doing, he just wants to break through his limits.  The art of swordsmanship has no boundaries. Occasionally, swordsmen will recall the time when they first started practicing swordsmanship. When they saw other people's swordsmanship being so exquisite and high-end, they would be envious.  At that time, he would think: "If my sword skills were that good, then I wouldn't have any worries anymore!" But every time he improved his sword skills, he discovered that in fact, his mentality, his own  Life has not changed much, nor has it made much progress. There are always more people who need him to look up to and surpass.  Every time, every time.  Gradually, he no longer envies others and no longer cares about others.  In his world, there are only knives.  Everything elsehe couldn't even remember the faces of the enemies who died under his own hands.  They are just the dead souls killed by their own swords.  Therefore, Zi Baifeng was busy preparing a lot of things, even cooking a lot of meals, and even picked out a jar of good wine from somewhere.  Then Zi Baifeng put the food and wine on the table and even warmed it up. The faint aroma of wine floated over, and he finally couldn't help but turn his head.  What is this guy doing?  Want to make some good wine and food for yourself?  He knew he would kill him today?  Zi Baifeng also looked over.  Many changes have taken place in this young man. He no longer looks like a monk with advanced cultivation. Instead, he looks more and more like a bachelor who has read poetry and books. He has a strong scholarly aura that cannot be dispelled.  After one night, the floating silver-hook iron paintings that Zi Baifeng had just advanced to become Tianguang had become faint and invisible, but the spiritual energy around him was still stirring.  Zi Baifeng looked at Dao Chi. Without saying a word, he just stretched out his hand. The sword placed on the table bounced up with a buzz and flew into Zi Baifeng's hand.  Zi Baifeng held a knife in one hand and pointed it at Dao Chi.  At that moment, Dao Chi was dumbfounded.  ¡°Does such a powerless scholar actually plan to challenge himself in the art of swordsmanship?  But he did.  Dao Chi stood there and glanced over.  At this glance, there was only sword intent and no spiritual energy. I just wanted to see if Zi Baifeng was qualified to fight with him.  "The gaze is like a knife. There is no faster knife in the world. The knife comes out without any warning. You can't hide or block, you can only resist!"  ¡°But Zi Baifeng was not afraid at all. He stood there and let this glance shine into his eyes instantly.  "It's like cutting off water with a knife. After a ripple, there is no trace left."  Zi Baifeng had already drawn his sword.  No, it was not him who drew the sword, but the sword carrying him.  No, it¡¯s not the sword that¡¯s leading him, it¡¯s the sword that¡¯s moving and he¡¯s moving!  The sword was as powerful as a mountain, and it was pressed directly from the top of the head. When the sword came out, the world collapsed!  With this cut, the entire island in the middle of the lake seemed to be suddenly pressed down by something, and it actually sank half a foot down!  The water seemed to be boiling, shaking and roaring. At that moment, it seemed like a sea with huge waves crashing on the shore, instead of an island in the lake!  With one strike of the sword, it has such power!  This sword is no longer entirely the swordsmanship of the original owner of the sword. There are many things in it that sword enthusiasts cannot understand at all - it is the sword of a scholar, with a pen as sharp as a sharp edge and a word as sharp as a sword!  One stroke, shocking!  When the sword comes out, the ghosts and gods will weep!  He stayed up all night to conceive and nurture the knife; he cooked and poured wine to calm his mind; he warmed the food and wine, waiting only for the victory to drink and celebrate, or - to die and sacrifice himself!  Under the sky, there are some heroic soldiers lying drunk on the battlefield, but there are also upright and passionate scholars.  He is not Luo Qianshan, but his will, his power of action, and his determination are not weaker than those of Dao Chi who has fought hundreds of battles!  Whoever dares to stand in my way will become a ghost in my writing!  With one strike of the sword, all the strength of the whole body has been concentrated on this sword.?, after the sword went out, there was no more energy left, and he didn't need to stay.  With one stroke, the upper part reaches the sky and the lower part reaches the ground. Between the sky and the earth, there is just one stroke, a big vertical one, as vertical as a hanging needle, standing up to the sky and the earth!  To kill, only one knife is needed.  One knife is enough!  Dao Chi raised his eyes, but his eyes were as calm as water, without the slightest intention of the sword contained in them, because this sword could not be blocked by his eyes.  He even dropped the knife in his hand.  Because, even the ordinary knife in his hand couldn't stop this knife!  He stretched out his hand, and the sword mound suddenly exploded, and a knife flew out from the corpse with ten thousand swords.  He stretched out his hand, pointed, and smashed.  ??Sword crazy, after all, is not a mortal swordsman, but a monk in the sword.  Others¡¯ are flying swords, and his are flying knives!  A knife fell from the sky like lightning.  It happened to hit the sword swung by Zi Baifeng.  "Cang!" There was a sound.  The voice is not loud, even a little hoarse.  Because the two swords collided, one party was defeated.  A knife was buried in the knife mound and nurtured for hundreds of years. After the countless knives were shattered, the sword intent settled down and was absorbed by the knife buried under the knife mound.  Although the other sword has been nourished by the Demon Raising Art and transformed into an extraordinary one, it is just a sword for soldiers fighting in the mortal world. It has been stained with the blood of thousands of people, but it is limited by nature after all.  Zi Baifeng still stretched his hand forward, but the knife in his hand had broken into pieces.  There seemed to be a faint sigh, it was the sword sighing.  "It's a pity that I can't protect the people I need to protect."  ?Perhaps this is the case when manpower is exhausted.  The knife idiot looked at Zi Baifeng, seeing that he still kept one hand stretched forward, but he stretched out his hand and pulled out the knife nailed in front of him.  "Thank you" He didn't know whether he was talking about Zi Baifeng, who allowed him to experience such a completely different knife that crossed the boundary, or whether he was thanking the knife in his hand for winning another victory for him.  "The name of the sword is Chi, Chi¡ª¡ª" Before the word "Sword" could be uttered, I felt murderous intent approaching, and the wind of the sword penetrated my ears!  "Look at the knife!" The knife has been taken out, it is already close to the body, and it only takes a moment to cut off the opponent's head. At this moment, Luo Qianshan roared angrily.  Look at the knife!  What you see are the careful teachings of Senior Ba Dao, what you see are the countless days and nights of cold and heat, what you see is the hesitation that is nowhere to be found, what you see is the anger of your best friend being caught, what you see is his knife that fell thousands of mountains!  Da Dao, there is no forward, there is no return, no regrets!  What I saw was not the first knife, but the fifth knife! ??????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????? We were so exhausted after the four blows, that it was no longer possible to make a fifth blow!  Dao Chi suddenly turned around, raised the knife in his hand, and blocked the fifth knife.  Time seemed to be folded at this moment, and nothing in the middle seemed to have happened. The timeline was directly spliced ??after Ba Dao's fifth knife. The knife fanatic could vaguely see Ba ??Dao, who had fallen to the ground before the fifth knife was used.  He actually stood up again.  Not only did he stand up, he became much younger and stronger.  "But I didn't know that it turns out that Ba Dao still has disciples." Ba Dao turned around and looked at Luo Qianshan, who had already begun to pant after a single blow.  As soon as the knife came out, the hair on his temples began to turn white.  But he didn¡¯t care, he didn¡¯t care, and he stabbed him again!  Even before the knife was struck, wrinkles appeared on his face.  Ba Dao blocked it with another sword. In fact, he could kill Luo Qianshan directly with this sword, but he was reluctant. He had not yet fully understood Ba Dao's sword technique.  Luo Qianshan staggered back, and all the strength in his body was almost exhausted, but he still shouted at the top of his lungs: "Hurry up and leave!" He swam there with the help of the waves caused by the battle between Zi Baifeng and Dao Chi.  Here, all the power was gathered directly from the water, and a sword was shot directly.  He knew very well that if the sneak attack with the knife failed, he might never have the chance to kill Dao Chi again.  And now, it¡¯s the second and third stab.     Do it all at once, second time tired, third time exhausted.  His strength was exhausted.  But Zi Baifeng seemed to be stupid, standing there without moving at all. Even if he shouted, Zi Baifeng would just shake his head slightly.  " Luo Qianshan is clumsy on the left and right, and the last few cuts are completely out of shape.  His hair has turned gray and his face has drooped.  He doesn¡¯t look like he was in his twenties now.The young man with crotch hair is basically an old man in his sixties.  Dao Chi shook his head.  The tyrant sword is nothing more than this, it is still nothing more than this.  It¡¯s time to end.  He sighed, raised the sword in his hand, and gathered strength - this enemy may not be worthy of his serious treatment, but the sword art he inherited is worthy of his seriousness in sending him on his way.  With one strike, the bloody sword in Luo Qianshan's hand shattered into fragments that filled the sky.  Another knife struck Qianshan¡¯s head straight down.     died!  Luo Qianshan closed his eyes and sighed softly.  "You know you shouldn't have come to save this guy and let him die."  In the end, grandpa¡¯s life will be at stake.  Why bother, why bother?  At this moment, the tinkling sound of tinkling bells sounded in his ears.  It's like the wind blowing the wind chimes, so softly, like waking up from bed in the afternoon and opening your eyes hazily from bed, ready to get up but still resting.  Then the wind picked up, blowing the wind chimes, tinkling incessantly.  Those who could no longer sleep opened their eyes and looked at the wind chimes - Luo Qianshan also looked at the direction from which the ringing sound came.  A woman covered in snow-white stood in front of him.  There was a bunch of hazy moonlight in the woman's hand. The moonlight had broken into pieces and collided with each other, forming the shape of a long sword. As long as the long sword was waved, the fragments made a tiny tinkling sound.  The woman's body seemed to be shrouded in a layer of moonlight, hazy, dreamlike and unreal.  But Luo Qianshan remembered a name.  The moon is over!
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