my universal tinder

Chapter 431 Black Blade!Break the shackles of fate
The blood moon hangs high, and the black sword light is like a round of new shoots, breaking through the vast sky and swallowing hundreds of miles of rivers and rivers.

To that young man, this night was like a nightmare full of curses.

The family was wiped out overnight, and the closest relatives were wiped out.

Once hope, happiness is buried overnight.

The wanton flow of blood poured into the black blade, and the sound of the blade resounded between heaven and earth, as if crying from hell, screaming the most vicious curse.

From now on, he will live forever with this cursed blade, the hatred of the tragic death of his relatives, and the cursed fate.

rumbling...

The flames soaring into the sky devoured this ancestral land, corpses everywhere, ancient altars, and traces of past life gradually disappeared in the sea of ​​flames.

The young body came out holding the black blade.

At this moment, the temperament of the young man gradually changed. His blood, his life, and everything about him seemed to be integrated into the black blade at this moment. It was strange and unpredictable.

"Black Blade!?" Wang Qiong's heart was shaken, causing huge waves.

"I only live for myself..." the young man numbly whispered, looking at the vast mountain, his eyes gleamed with ferocity and murder.

The light and shadow dissipated, and time flowed like flowing water again.

The young man walked out of the mountain with a black blade, he practiced hard day and night, comprehended the meaning of the sword, and studied the world.

Lingshan orthodoxy, Guangming Academy, the snowy desert in the north, and the oceans and seas... All these places left the boy's footprints.

He carries the black blade on his back, and sometimes hides in the academy. He studies Taoism in silence, and once he makes a sound, it shakes the heavens and earth, and his talent overwhelms eight thousand disciples.

From time to time, he ran across the snowy desert of the northern border, broke through the extremely cool environment with a blade, fought with monsters and beasts, and competed with masters.

Or walk around the world, climb mountains, walk along rivers, watch the sun, moon, and rivers, and learn from nature.

The young man greedily absorbed the strengths of each family, like a melting pot, melting everything he saw, learned, and enlightened into the black blade.

Gradually, his temperament became more terrifying, and countless terrifying sword intents gathered in his body, turning into the most terrifying power on the black blade.

Wang Qiong was like a spectator, feeling the changes of this "knife", and the endless sword meaning gathered like a torrent, washing his soul.

The transformation hidden in the years had an unimaginable touch on him, better than any holy book in the world!
Finally, time is like water, and the former teenagers have gradually grown up and reached youth.

At this moment, his eyes are sharp and firm, like a knife, with the sharp edge hidden in the sheath, but it has an incomparable fierce power.

This year, among the [-] mountains.

He met an equally special young man with a big sword on his back, who was extremely generous and as tall as a person.

"Demon Saber..." The other party whispered, as if facing a formidable enemy.

As for him, he also showed a dignified look, and his eyes fell on the big sword.

"Draw the knife for you!"

Without extra words, a big battle is inevitable.

The black blade shines in the sky, it is as strange as strange.

In an instant, the sword light soared to the sky, overwhelming rivers and rivers for thousands of miles.

If the black blade is the demon god who ravages the world and reaps the fate of all beings, then this shocking sword light is the king who guards the world. There is only one sword in the vast battle song.

rumbling...

This battle was earth-shattering and broke out among the Hundred Thousand Mountains.

Wang Qiong was terrified.

The realms of the two are not high, but their strength is beyond imagination. They have both explored their own paths, and the use and control of power is almost close to the Tao.

If the same generation is fighting, no matter which of these two people is enough to be called the king.

"Fighting...is it still like this!?" Wang Qiong's heart beat wildly, without blinking his eyes, for fear of missing a moment.

rumbling...

The swords rang together, and a vision was born in this wilderness.

Two figures intertwined, standing proudly on the top of the mountain, looking into the distance.

"You haven't found your edge yet!"

"Your sword didn't even take shape!"

The two whispered, and the fighting spirit in the whole body dissipated invisible.

"One day, see you again!"

The other party whispered, carrying a big sword on his back, turned into a sword light, and disappeared into the long sky.

As for him, he returned to the place haunted by nightmares with the black blade on his shoulders.

"It's still back!"

The lonely voice echoes in the former ancestral land, which has not returned for many years, the scorched earth of the past is also covered by green grass, and the ancient altar is no longer found.

boom……

Suddenly, he raised his saber light and rushed thousands of miles away.

A mountain was cut off in the middle, and a huge demon tide emerged between the heaven and the earth.

Sitting cross-legged there was a figure with a naked upper body covered with gray totem patterns.

"True King Sequence..." Wang Qiong was terrified.

The man in front of him is a monster who stepped into the rank of true king.

"Human, who are you?" the gray-patterned man asked coldly.

"The one who took your life!"

Before the words fell, the black blade shot up into the sky, and the terrifying blade intent wrapped in soaring anger and hatred, slashed forward.

"Black Blade...you are the child who escaped back then..." The gray-patterned man frowned.

He didn't expect that a little guy had grown to such a level back then.

rumbling...

As soon as the gray-patterned man raised his hand, countless gray mist-like monsters flew out of his body, making fierce roars.

But under the terrifying knife light, everything was annihilated and turned into a cloud of smoke.

"Damn you!" He yelled sharply, and the originally water-like state of mind caused waves.

His anger, his hatred completely activated the black blade.

The power of this cursed blade increased again due to emotional fluctuations.

"Poor worms who are cursed and sunk in power..."

The gray-patterned man was indifferent, his body split open and turned into a gray mist that covered the sky and the sun.

This is his real body.

rumbling...

The gray mist kept wriggling, devouring everything.

The black sword glow was swallowed by it and became invisible.

lost!

The young man fell into the ruins, the black blade was inserted horizontally in front of him, and the light was dim.

The gray-patterned man reunited and walked over with a trace of indifference in his eyes.

"After living for so many years, I still have to die after all!?" The young man muttered to himself.

His memory seemed to return to that night.

The person who loved him the most fell into his arms, and the parting words echoed in his ears like hope and curse.

"From today... you have to protect... yourself..."

The cursed fate began to sink from that moment, and it has not been relieved until today.

The young man raised his eyes and looked at the black blade. The cold blade vaguely reflected the figure of his sister.

Suddenly, a flash of understanding flashed in his eyes, and his eyes gradually brightened.

"I've been living for you!"

He smiled, very broadly.

This is the first time he laughed in years.

Under the watchful eyes of the gray-patterned man, the young man slowly raised his arm, just like a spring breeze blowing across his face.

click...

With just one stroke, the black blade broke in two.

"This is my edge!"

At this moment, the aura of the young man suddenly changed, all Daos became one, smelted in one furnace.

This is his real edge.

Whether it is a curse or a shackle, everything can be cut off.

Even that black blade can hardly restrain his fate and trap his future.

Neither the past nor the present can touch this immortal edge.

"Between life and death, I suddenly heard the Dao!" Wang Qiong was terrified, his eyes widened.

A real black blade! ?

rumbling...

The light of the sword soared into the sky, covering thousands of miles of sky.

Under such light of the knife, cracks appeared on the body of the gray-patterned man, like some dry land.

"You found your way..."

Before he finished speaking, the gray-patterned man turned into ashes.

The true king, a true king fell like this, and became the soul of the sacrificial sword awakened by the black blade.

The young man remained indifferent, holding the handle of the knife, he took away the remaining blade, and left the other end here forever.

That represented his past, his nightmares, and his cursed fate.

He cut it off with his own edge and buried it forever.

"Boss..." Wang Qiong whispered, just watching from the sidelines, he felt thrilled and turbulent.

This kind of life is indeed wonderful, and the edge that has gone through a hundred calamities is immortal.

Watching the life of a master of this level and comprehending the Tao and Dharma is more useful than practicing any classic exercises.

There is no doubt that Black Blade, one of the Twelve Thrones, is one of the brightest marks of this era.

Therefore, it was recorded and engraved here in The Last Dharma Scripture.

Obviously, the boss's path doesn't stop there. With different ages and moods, his sharpness will still change, but it will become more terrifying.

At this moment, he just cast the knife embryo.

"The Last Dharma Scripture is truly terrifying!"

Wang Qiong didn't know that it was impossible for ordinary little guys to see the brand of a master like Hei Ren.

That terrifying and huge idea is not something the juniors can afford.

It's just that he has a causal relationship with the boss, and has an unbreakable bond, and he himself has comprehended and practiced the Black Blade Intent.

The traction between the two has just obtained this great opportunity.

……

The light and shadow dissipated, and time flowed again.

In the ancient temple in the wilderness, only a dim yellow candle was lit, and the coldness of the dark night was dissipated a lot because of this ray of light.

The boss in his youth was sitting cross-legged in the ancient temple, with the black broken blade beside him. He looked at the heavy rain outside the door, and then at the man sitting opposite him.

"You've been staring at me for a long time." The young boss said flatly.

"I'm looking at the knife." The man said.

"What's so good about a broken blade?"

"No, I'm looking at you!" There was a gleam in the man's eyes: "It's really a terrible knife... It's the first time I came out to walk around, and I came across such a knife..."

The young boss looked slightly down: "Who are you?"

The man laughed when he heard the words: "My surname is Wang!"

"My surname is Wang..." The young boss frowned suddenly, and a bright light flashed in his eyes.

"Divine Power Mountain!?"

rumbling...

Outside the temple, thunder rumbled loudly, like the wrath of heaven, covering his voice.

The man surnamed Wang was taken aback, his face could not hide his astonishment.

"You actually know?"

As he spoke, the expression of the man surnamed Wang returned to normal: "You really are not an ordinary knife!"

Wang Qiong quietly looked at this recorded time imprint, a little dazed, wondering what the meaning of this conversation is?
squeak...

At this moment, the half-closed door suddenly opened.

On a rainy night, a man in a black robe walked in. He seemed to be in the shadows and could not see his face clearly.

But at the moment he appeared, the black fire in Wang Qiong's body jumped violently, showing unprecedented mania.

"It's raining heavily!" The black-robed man said to himself, and without waiting for anyone to greet him, he sat down by the fire and started a fire.

The young boss glanced at him, but didn't speak.

"God is furious, and the rain is raging. In this kind of weather, there must be real dragons..." The man in black robe suddenly said, "There are actually two real dragons hidden in the small ruined temple."

"People from the Wang family...haven't seen each other for a long time..."

Before the words fell, the man surnamed Wang suddenly changed his face, like a frightened wild animal, his whole body was on guard, and a threatening coldness burst out of his eyes.

"Hey...he is right, you are a good knife..."

The man in black robe didn't respond, but looked at the boss instead.

"Who are you?" The young boss asked in a deep voice.

"Chair seller!"

"Sell chairs?" The young boss frowned.

The man in black robe shook his head: "The chair I am selling is extraordinary, only the highest can enjoy it..."

"That is the throne standing on the top!"

While speaking, the man in black robe smiled slightly: "Are you interested?"

"No!" The young boss shook his head.

"That's really a pity..."

The black-robed man stood up slowly, walked out of the ruined temple without looking back, and walked into the wind and rain.

"The ancient throne...will rise from the ruins...the corpses will be the ground...the blood will be the river..."

The soft chant resounded from a distance, like a whisper in a dream, lingering around the ancient temple.

……

The light and shadow dissipated, and what appeared in front of Wang Qiong was the busy city of the imperial capital.

The current boss seems to have become a butcher, killing pigs and selling meat with that broken black blade every day.

His business is good, and there are quite a few people who come to buy meat every day, especially young girls.

Between business and business, there is no laughing and chatting.

The boss's cuts of meat are good, coupled with his lazy and lazy appearance, he has attracted many loyal customers.

"The interest cultivated in youth, no wonder he likes to open a butcher shop so much..." Wang Qiong muttered.

From a certain day, the boss began to look a little bit wrong, he found that among the many guests, there was an extra man, a man who was about his age.

There was a scar on the man's forehead, which was covered by a bun, and it was hard to spot if you didn't look carefully.

He came here every day and didn't buy meat. He sat in the nearby tea house and stared at the meat stand for a whole day.

Being stared at by a man every day is probably unbearable for anyone, unless this person also likes men.

Obviously, the boss is not!

After a long time, the boss seemed to be unable to bear the prying eyes any longer, and called the man over.

"You don't buy meat, you come here every day, what do you want?"

"I don't buy meat, but I want to buy your knife!" The man pointed to the black broken blade on the chopping board.

"Who are you? How dare you speak!" The boss was startled, and then said coldly.

"My surname is Qin, and I am the ninth eldest in my family. You can call me Qin Jiu!" the man smiled.

(End of this chapter)