The God of Martial Arts

Chapter 1123
The magic knife is a rare two-handed knife. Because the handle of the thick-backed broadsword is wide and long, it is still not crowded when held with both hands.

The eyes are shining brightly, the whole body is extremely restrained and shrunk, as if in the extremely cold ice and snow weather with no clothes on, the heat in the body is accumulated to cope with the harsh environment.

Suddenly, the magic knife's thoughts were pulled away from the battlefield in front of him, and he flew back to that midsummer night, the moment that changed his life.

He can't remember the exact time, and his hometown has long been barren and deserted, disappearing in the long river of time.

It's just that the full moon hangs high, the stars shine brightly, and the sky is full of fireflies, which is a scene he will never forget.

In a not-so-quiet village in the countryside, there is a dog barking from time to time, and there is a dim light coming from the paper windows.

After working for a day, the little boy sneaked out of the house, sat unconsciously by the stream at the entrance of the village with his knees tucked up, barefoot, paddling the cool stream, and was at a loss for the future.

He is still too young, only about ten years old, has never studied, has not received any good education, just follows his parents to take care of his younger siblings, and is busy in the fields. He does not know whether the future will be exciting and his life will be happy and perfect.

Then, under the moonlight, he saw a man lying on his back on the stream.

Going down the river, the long blade in his hand glowed with dark red and fishy smell, and his body was covered with scars, as if he had lost all vitality, and the next moment he would bid farewell to this world like a extinguished firework.

The moment he floated past the little boy's body, the man stood up like a frightened beast, stepped on the clear stream, and handed the long knife in the middle of the boy's throat, and was about to cut the boy's throat in the next moment.

It's just that the young man's performance seemed to arouse a little interest in the scarred man, so he didn't immediately attack.

The magic knife has already forgotten the appearance of that man, but it just remembers clearly that at that time, I didn't have any fear, no fear, just looked at the long blade that the man put on her neck with a trace of curiosity and longing.

Yes, he didn't even pay attention to what that person looked like or how old he was, because all his attention was attracted by the not-so-good long blade.

"Aren't you afraid?"

This was the first sentence the man asked. The voice was ugly, like a lonely wolf in the forest. It was hoarse and short. It must have been injured and hurt the vocal cords. It was also the sentence that Mo Dao remembered most clearly.

With the first sentence, there was the second sentence, and the two began to talk strangely, the blade never left the throat of the magic knife, and the two were in a strange and intimate atmosphere.

In the end, the man left. Before leaving, he left the long blade with many gaps in his hand, and said the last sentence,

"This knife is given to you. You are a good seed who practice martial arts, and you are a natural swordsman. I hope that one day, you can use the knife in your hand to take everything you want."

Coming and going in a hurry, this strange man, the knife left behind, accompanied the magic knife through the most important period of life.

The bandits attacked, and the village was shrouded in black smoke and dazzling flames. Crying and wailing seemed to never stop. Parents, younger brothers and sisters all died tragically. knife, killed two adult bandits, escaped and survived.

The heart of the magic sword did not start from the day of martial arts training, but the night when Midsummer night met the injured man, the heart of the knife was born, pure and strong.

Afterwards, as the man said, he used the knife in his hand to take away everything he wanted, such as life, dignity, power and wealth...

But ah, those are impure, mixed with impurities and selfishness.

Only at the moment when the throat was sealed by the long blade, the eyes of the magic knife were attracted by the beauty of the knife for the first time. The little boy fell in love with the knife and was willing to devote his whole life to pursue it.

"Heavenly Knife, let me cut my heart."

The thoughts of the magic knife turned, and the colorful life flashed before his eyes, and finally stopped at that night, at that moment, when he was staring at the long blade in front of his neck intently.

He forgot the internal skills he had learned, the supreme mental method of the twelve hates of the magic knife, and all the skills and methods of the knife that he had learned in the past few decades.

This slash of the magic knife is like a rookie who is just learning the sword technique. It is clumsy, but it is the beginning and cornerstone of a lifetime of swordsmanship. It is not amazing or brilliant, but it has a power to cut people's hearts.

Faced with such a knife, Xiang Yang was more dignified than ever, but the smile on his face was wanton and joyful. Such a knife could hurt him or even kill him, but it aroused his infinite longing and expectation.

Indeed, as the magic knife said, this knife is the best wine in the world, which makes him have endless aftertaste, and he will never forget it in the future, but he may not be able to find another pot to drink.

Because he has practiced martial arts for so many years, he has met too many martial artists, and the martial arts he has seen is countless, but it is the first time he has encountered such a sword, and it is unknown whether he will meet in the future.

Because even his heavenly sword can't cut this knife, Chizi asked his heart, how strong is it?

If he doesn't use all his strength, he will die under this knife.

Xiang Yang's mind sank into the deepest part of his soul. The domineering, strong, withdrawn, and indifferent characters in his character disappeared without a trace, but there was a wave in his eyes that did not contain any popularity. When he looked closely, he contained the world. Emotions of all kinds.

The way of heaven is supreme, and using the heavenly sword to act as a substitute for the way of heaven is Xiang Yang's ultimate pursuit of martial arts in his life, until he breaks the void and surpasses the way of heaven.

The wooden knife in his hand was handed out spontaneously, and it turned into a horrified dragon to greet Wen Xin of the magic knife.

At this moment, Xiang Yang's breath disappeared completely, and his whole person seemed to disappear from this world, but he did not die, but turned into the blue sky, the deep ground, the elegant wind, the flowing clouds, the clear the water that shines, the thunder that shines...

Xiang Yang's knife was invisible, but it was everywhere.

At this moment, the Chizi Daoxin of the Demon Saber and Xiang Yang's Boundless Sky Saber collided silently, starting from the intersection point, everything around was collapsing and annihilated...

No sound came out, it seemed to penetrate space, transcend time, and exist in another unimaginable situation.

The next moment, the figures of Xiang Yang and the magic knife intertwined, turning into two lights and shadows of white and black, passing by in an instant.

There were hundreds of thousands of people in Renhuai City, and the moment Xiang Yang intersected with the magic knife, their hearts stopped, no matter how high their martial arts were or how strong their cultivation was, it was inevitable.

Moreover, the ground of Renhuai City also heard a rumbling sound, as if a major earthquake had just passed.

The sun faded, and the world was silent.

There was a smile of infinite satisfaction on the face of Demon Knife, and his not tall body stood upright like a mountain, leaning on the thick-backed sword in his hand, facing the east, and slowly closed his eyes.

Between his eyebrows, a bloodstain snaked down.

Chao heard that, Xi can die.

(End of this chapter)