Daily life of slaying demons in the government

Chapter 405 You Don’t Know How to Use a Knife
Yang Qian felt numb all over.

What does it feel like to have your head chopped off? Even if other people knew, they probably wouldn't be able to tell it, because if your head is chopped off, you're probably dead.

But Yang Qian can tell you that having your head chopped off feels terrible.

This kind of beheading that even Yang Qian tried to avoid has happened five times.

Seeing five pools of blood not far ahead, Yang Qian's eyelids twitched. If it weren't for the illusion, he would have died five times.

After practicing and fighting his way through the world, Yang Qian boasted that he had seen a lot. Relying on the experience panel and his accumulated practical experience, he could turn danger into safety even in the most dangerous situations.

And as his cultivation level continued to improve, Yang Qian's strength allowed him to face danger more calmly.

Many times, it was not others who dealt with him, but he who dealt with others. Relying on his martial arts and swordsmanship, cultivators of the same realm would not even have the ability to resist normally when they met Yang Qian, and would be directly crushed.

Even if it was a cultivator like Xiao Cangyu who had taken the wrong path, it didn't take much effort for Yang Qian to kill him.

But now, for five times in a row, Yang Qian not only did not win, but he was always crushed by the opponent. Even "crushing" is not accurate, perhaps it should be said that "it breaks at the first touch."

The huge gap in strength made Yang Qian feel absurd and unreal.

Because if the black-robed man holding a knife opposite is a cultivator in the Breaking Heavenly Fate stage, Yang Qian can completely accept such a strong person.

But the fact is that Yang Qian felt that the other party's cultivation was actually similar to his, and his energy and blood were even inferior to his.

In other words, Yang Qian was being treated like a target by someone with a similar level of cultivation as him, who could be hacked at and killed however he wanted.

Could the Out-of-Body Realm be this strong? Yang Qian thought this was impossible.

As for the influence of the illusion, even if Yang Qian didn't want to admit it, he had to say that it had nothing to do with whether it was an illusion or not. The opponent's strength could not be created by the illusion based on his imagination.

After waking up again after being beheaded for the fifth time, Yang Qian did not rush to stand up. Instead, he recalled in his mind how he died each time.

"It's because of the knife! His knife is too fast!"

Although Yang Qian didn't know how the opponent made the knife in his hand so fast, he knew that he would not be able to see the trajectory of the opponent's knife until his death, nor did he know how the opponent attacked.

All this was because the opponent's knife was too fast, so fast that Yang Qian died five times in a row like a joke.

The previous way of playing doesn't work anymore.

"Get up, and draw your sword."

The voice of the man in black robes sounded again behind him. This time Yang Qian did not respond, but continued to sit on the ground, turned his head and asked: "Your sword is too fast, I can't beat you."

Based on the current situation, Yang Qian still prefers to believe that this is a test of inheritance rather than a massacre. Otherwise, he would have really died by now.

So Yang Qian didn't plan to continue banging his head against the wall and die, but came up with another idea. This man in black robe was the key. Did he need to learn something from him before he could break the cycle of life and death that trapped him?

"It's not that my knife is fast, but that your knife is too slow."

"Is the knife too big?" Yang Qian frowned, but he was happy in his heart. The other party was willing to talk, which meant that this illusion was very likely to be about inheritance and test. The man in black robe shook his head and said, "The knife is just an appearance. The speed has nothing to do with the size and style of the knife. You don't know how to use the knife, so your knife is slow.

Get up and draw your sword. "

This sentence again made Yang Qian's brows furrow into a "川" shape. But he still didn't stand up, but continued to ask: "What is the correct way to use a knife?"

"Draw your sword and kill!" The man in black robe answered Yang Qian, but he also swung out his sword at the same time. Then Yang Qian, who was sitting on the ground and wanted to ask a few more questions, had his head chopped off again.

When he woke up again, Yang Qian realized that his method of sitting on the ground and playing dirty would not work. He recalled the five words the black-robed man had just said: "When you draw your sword, you kill."

What does it mean?
Yang Qian quickly forgot the shadow of "death" in his mind, and then carefully recalled the scene when the man in black robe drew his sword and slashed at him in front of him.

Yang Qian remembered that the opponent's initial move was relatively good, as he could see the movements clearly, but the moment he drew the knife, he only remembered a flash before his eyes, and then the knife had already cut his neck.

This time Yang Qian started over again, taking a defensive stance, and did not use his sword power again, because he found that the sword power was useless in front of the opponent, no matter how he blended into the wind, he would be easily found. It would be better to keep it simple, not to defend against the opponent's sword, but to see more clearly how the opponent's sword was coming.

He held the giant blade in front of him, staring straight at the black-robed man two meters away.

He bent down, held the sword, and then his vision became blurry again. He didn't even have time to hear the clanging sound of the sword being drawn before his head fell off in a daze again.

This happened several times. Yang Qian asked, but the man in black robe no longer answered. He just asked Yang Qian to "draw the sword" again and again.

"Why is it suddenly blurry? It's definitely not my eyes playing tricks on me!"

Yang Qian's death was not in vain. He would always find something strange. Yang Qian also noticed the blurriness before the black-robed man made each move, and thought that this was the reason why the other party's knife speed was so fast.

"If it's not my eyes playing tricks on me, then his hands and his knife really have become 'blurry'. An optical illusion? No, that won't help the knife's speed at all.

What could be the reason? "

Suddenly, a possibility flashed through Yang Qian's mind, combined with the words the black-robed man had said before: draw the sword and kill.

It seemed as if Yang Qian suddenly understood something in an instant.

It's space!
The "blur" caused by the man in black robe at the moment of his attack was neither dizziness nor an optical illusion. Instead, it was because he stirred up the space, and the vibration caused by the space resulted in the blur.

Is that what cuts open the space?

Yang Qian felt that it was not the case. Because the other party seemed to be on the same level as him in terms of both cultivation and sword intent, and they were almost the same, so it should be a deliberate design.

Therefore, even though Yang Qian's sword power had increased greatly along the way, coupled with the spatial perception ability that the previous fragments of "Bei Xuan Shu" had enlightened him, he still couldn't cut through the space. At most, he could stir or bump into the space.

Then Yang Qian's heart became hot.

Since they have the same level of sword intent and cultivation, there is no reason why the other party can do it but he can't, right?
Therefore, "death" was no longer something that Yang Qian was entangled with. He even enjoyed observing and speculating on the cycle of death again and again. Finally, he discovered the key to the starting move of this knife.

Use the sword intent to break open the space, then draw the sword at the moment the space vibrates, and let the sword intent move forward along with the vibration of the space!
(End of this chapter)