The God of Martial Arts

Chapter 862 lost the most important thing

If before that, someone asked, what is the most magnificent and beautiful scenery you have ever seen in your life?
There are thousands of people in the arena of life and death, and there may be all kinds of strange answers, but after today, most people will only have one answer, and that is the blooming of the knife flower.

The emerald green "river" flowing in the sky meanders down, like a galloping horse, steaming hot, as if it wants to cleanse all the filth and evil thoughts in the world, it is an extremely pure, extremely pure sword energy.

However, when the unimaginably mighty saber qi collided with a force like a storm of saber aura, there was a phenomenon of backflow.

The two kept interlacing, colliding, canceling each other, and expanding. Gradually, at the height of the space about 20 meters above the ring, a knife flower watered by the knife energy and cast by the knife energy bloomed.

Ordinary flowers bloom with delicate and bright colors, and the fragrance is overwhelming, while the knife flowers with a size of hundreds of feet are just pale transparent water flow and have no fragrance, but their magnificence is more than a billion times.

More than a thousand pairs of eyes just stared blankly at the knife flower on the ring, full of dullness, more like falling asleep.

What kind of mysterious power is this, what kind of unspeakable coincidence can create such a spectacle?
At this moment, more than a hundred swordsmen with good martial arts all dropped their swords and knelt down, crying bitterly.

That flower, at this moment, different swordsmen, different swordsmen, can see the trajectory of the sword technique and dao they have learned from it, and then expand and sublimate it, the sword is close to the Tao, how can they be unhappy"

Hearing the Tao in the morning, you can die in the evening, it is not just an empty talk, if you can really get the Tao, there are absolutely countless people in the world who are willing to die for it.

On the stone pillar, the smile on Zhishan's face stopped abruptly. Originally, he was holding Zhizhu, and he was waiting for Xiang Yang to kill him with his neck, but now he felt a sense of panic that things were going out of his control.

How powerful Dao Qianqiu is, his skills reach heaven and man, and he can be said to be the first-class powerhouse in the world. At this time, he can't help Xiang Yang, a congenital warrior, how is it possible?

Yes, he couldn't believe it, and the next moment he no longer had the ability to believe or not.

Starting from the bright forehead, a series of small knife-like wounds erupted from Zhishan's body, like broken porcelain dolls, the blood fountain splashed, instantly staining the stone pillars under the feet red, the viscous blood was so terrifying.

This is not Xiang Yang's handwriting, but the backlash brought about by the big formation that Zhishan had laid down before being directly crushed by the knife flower in the void.

Zhishan's death was expected, even if he was not shocked to death by the backlash brought about by the destruction of the formation, he would surely die under Xiang Yang's knife.

On the other hand, Xiang Yang, who seemed to have blocked this divine blow, was not in an optimistic state.

There is nothing wrong with his body, his heartbeat, pulse, from the skin to the internal organs, are extremely healthy.

The primordial spirit is still the same as before, even stronger and thicker because of the stimulation of life and death.

However, his original radiant and incomparably bright knife eyes are now incomparably dim, like a burning lamp, the lamp oil inside has been exhausted, and it can no longer shine brightly.

His power is still surging like the sea, like a brewing volcano, if it erupts, it will shake the world.

However, he seems to have lost the most important thing for himself and for a swordsman. As for what it is, he doesn't know, and no one in the field knows.

Silently, Xiang Yang's body staggered forward suddenly, and the hand that was holding Quexie tightly seemed to be hit by a huge force, and he could no longer hold the knife, but with a clang, Quexie fell to the ground.

The moment the Que Xie Knife fell to the ground, the blade flower in the void gradually disappeared without a trace, without causing much disturbance, as if everything was just a dream, which made people feel anticlimactic.

"Knife, why is it so heavy? Why is Quexie, which was originally insignificant to me, heavier than a mountain? I can't even pick it up, what's going on?"

Xiang Yang's face remained unchanged, but he just recalled the state just now, full of doubts, it shouldn't be like this.

He stretched out his right hand holding the knife and stared blankly, feeling an extremely strange sense of strangeness.

The palms that used to be white, clean, smooth and elastic, with thick phalanges, had a kind of sharpness and vigor that pierced through everything, and they were full of skill in holding knives.

His knife, and his people, have been practiced as one, and the bones of his body can be called the bone of the knife.

But now, his palms are still strong, but they seem to have lost the sharpness of the past. Whether they hold a sword or a spear, they are outstanding, but no matter how you look at it, they are definitely not hands with a knife.

On the ground, the three-foot-seven-inch Evil God's Blade remained the same, but it seemed that because of the change of the owner, it had lost its previous luster.

The magic weapon is dusty because the magic weapon has a spirit, and it senses that its master has lost one of the most important things.

And without that thing, from now on, it will no longer be able to fight everywhere with its master, killing the world, and it will be filled with sorrow.

Under the arena, the rough man with a knife slapped his thigh, his face was flushed with excitement, his eyes were full of admiration, and he said repeatedly,

"I live up to this trip, I live up to this trip, this is truly the most extreme sword-hands duel, I never thought that the great monk is also a person in the way of the sword, so powerful.

Hey, why is someone crying? "

His cultivation base is not enough, and he hasn't noticed the tricks in it yet.

Not only him, but people from all directions under the ring felt the same way and heard the crying at the same time.

It seems that it does not come in from the ears, but from the bottom of the heart.

Sobbing in a low voice, like weeping and complaining, it made people feel heavy, but everyone looked around in a daze, but they couldn't find the crying person.

There were only a few strong men who looked thoughtfully at Xiang Yang who was standing still on the ring and the Evil God Knife who was gradually dimming, and were extremely shocked.

It's not people who are crying, but knives. What happened?
Looking at it now, Xiang Yang is not damaged at all, but Zhishan of the Demon Sect is dead without a whole body, which can be described as miserable.

But why does Xiang Yang on the stage seem not happy at all?

Also, who made that knife, and when did Kangzhou have such a strong man again?
Concentrating his mind, Xiang Yang suppressed the irritability in his heart with a strong will, and pulled out a black silk between his fingers, wrapped it around the handle of Que Xie, and with a slick yank, it fell right behind Xiang Yang.

"Sure enough, the weight of Quexie has not changed. What has really changed is myself, brought about by the saber energy from Dao Qianqiu."

If Quexie really weighed more than a mountain, it would be impossible for a mere silk to move it.

This shows that there must be something wrong with him.

Although Xiang Yang has never seen Dao Qianqiu before, let alone know where the other party is, he is sure that the saber energy must have come from Dao Qianqiu, and he does not think of others.

(End of this chapter)