General: Start The Demon King, Get The Editing System

Slow, too slow!

The surrounding time seemed to slow down at this moment, and everyone except for the summer breeze slowed down.

The terrifying ghost weapon in the air came towards him, like a flashing neon sign, sometimes hidden into the void, and its ghostly line was impossible to block.

Li Dongzheng and the others had closed their eyes and couldn't bear to look at the next scene.

The fall of genius is the last thing they want to see.

Just now, Luo Ze had already deconstructed Chen Guohua's knife with the Eye of God.

Without weaknesses, it is simply impossible to dodge.

However, just as the knife landed on the ends of Summer Breeze's hair, he moved.

Not the slightest bell and whistle, just slightly sideways.

Chen Guohua's pupils shrank.

Everyone was stunned.

That terrifying ghost weapon left a deep purple trace, which did not disperse for a long time, and it was only half a position away from the summer breeze.

He, hidden?

What skills are useless, just so simply dodged?

Even Chen Guohua looked at the summer breeze wrapped in black gauze with an incredulous face.

"How is that possible?!"

He roared, grabbed the handle of the knife with both hands, and swung it at him again.

However, Xia Feng's figure flashed at least dozens of times in just a few seconds at a speed that could not be captured by the naked eye.

These knives only cut the corners of his clothes.

"Faster, can you be faster."

Xia Feng looked mean and spread his hands.

Lao Tzu has arrived in the account!

"Withering Flame!"

Chen Guohua almost shouted these three words with his soul.

Then, he leaned over and slashed, and the knife in his hand perfectly cut through a purple crescent moon in the air.

How can you block this knife?!

His face had completely festered, and there was no trace of clean skin all over his body.

With a human body, how could it be possible to withstand such a powerful ghost breath for a long time?

Poof!

A crisp sound.

Hit?!

Chen Guohua's eyes flickered, and he quickly raised his head.

However, he only saw the strange ghost weapon in Xia Feng's hand, which abruptly dissipated the crescent moon he had created.

His movements were so casual, like raising his hand at random and pressing a switch.

The moonlight dissipated, and the chanting stopped abruptly at this moment.

Xia Feng collected the knife and slowly clenched the handle with his right hand.

Run!

At this time, Chen Guohua no longer had the will to fight anymore.

Because Xia Feng's seemingly knife-retracting action made him feel death.

"At the Undertaker, give you the last ride."

The summer breeze slowly spoke.

Subsequently, the knife is drawn.

Everyone in the audience was stunned.

He, did he pull out the knife?

No one can catch the movements of the summer wind with the naked eye.

They could only leave three afterimages in the air to determine that Xia Feng had indeed drawn the knife.

That's the special effect of reducing entropy.

Chen Guohua's body froze in the next second.

A flash of relief and gratitude flashed in his eyes.

Then, he stumbled and bowed to the summer breeze.

This knife that was so fast that he did not feel the pain of death.

In this moment, death is blissful.

Chen Guohua seemed to see his lover who had been with him for decades waving towards him.

His face froze on happiness and finally dissipated into the air.

This knife is a relief.

And the summer breeze, like a sculpture, is always frozen in place, as if nothing has happened.

"Knot, it's over?"

After a long while, everyone reacted.

Zhao Xiyu and Chen Linger were the fastest, and immediately rushed towards the summer wind that did not move in place.

"Quick, immediately use a spell to seal that urn!"

Li Dongzheng's three soldiers divided into two ways and rushed towards the urn that had fallen to the ground.

"Are you all right?"

"Is there anything you don't feel uncomfortable about?"

"Forget it, don't ask, now immediately let the Ghost Hunter Division send a medical team for treatment!"

Seeing that Xia Feng did not respond, the two beautiful girls were anxious, and they wanted to hold him out of here.

"Wait, wait."

Xia Feng's hand crossed his chest and said with difficulty.

"Ling'er, did that old man tell you about the sequelae of the Kaixin Sword?"

Chen Linger was slightly stunned, and quickly shook her head: "No, no?" "

Are you feeling unwell now?"

Seeing this, the two quickly asked with concern.

The corner of Xia Feng's mouth hooked a curve, and Yun Qianfeng shook his head lightly:

"It's okay, I'm just recalling the state after I just opened the Heart Sword."

Hearing this, the two women breathed a sigh of relief and stopped asking.

However, at this time, Xia Feng had already scolded Cheng Tianmen countless times in his heart.

He meowed, Cheng Tianmen, this smelly old man.

From the opening to the end of the Heart Sword, it was only five minutes.

In these five minutes, Xia Feng's body was about to fall apart and collapse.

"Dead old man, let's see if Lao Tzu steals your chicken next time he sees you!"

At this time, Cheng Tianmen, who was somewhere, sneezed.

"His grandmother's, could it be that Widow Liu next door misses me again?"

Cheng Tianmen muttered in his heart, and then looked ahead.

Everything around it seemed to be nothing, without a trace of life.

And the position that Cheng Tianmen looked at turned out to be a sword inserted in the soil.

Short swords, long swords, giant swords, and various forms of swords are dizzying.

Here, it turned out to be a sword cairn!

"Tianmen, you said that kid can awaken the Heart Sword tonight?"

At this moment, an old voice suddenly sounded.

It was an old man who withered like rotting wood.

No one noticed that he was sitting in front of the sword tomb, holding a stone sword in his arms.

"Uncle, I can be sure."

Cheng Tianmen, who had always been arrogant and could even be said to be unsightly, was extremely respectful when facing the old man.

"Awakened, huh."

The old man's tone seemed to have a bit of disdain.

"Since the end of the Han Dynasty, the world's swordsmen have gathered together and have their own organization, and whoever awakens the heart sword, his heart sword will fall from the sky and fly into this heart tomb."

"That group of awakened people is only thirty years old, and they don't even have a sword skill inheritance, how can they awaken the sword heart just by virtue of the wild road?"

Cheng Tianmen sighed, a little helpless: "Uncle, you can't say that."

"Didn't our ancestors also learn by exploring step by step on their own?"

"What's more, in fact, I also dialed that kid a little."

"Oh?"

The old man was interested, and asked, "How did you dial it?"

Cheng Tianmen scratched the back of his head with some embarrassment: "I blindfolded and passed eight moves with him." "

Hahahaha."

The old man laughed, and the laughter was as ugly as sawn wood.

"Heavenly Gate, do you know how long it has taken the fastest person to comprehend the Heart Sword from ancient times to the present?"

"Three years!"

"That old-timer, sitting in the cold pool, comprehended the heart sword in three years, and his reputation was shocked."

"Now, you tell me that a brat who has only passed eight moves with you wants to comprehend the Heart Sword in a few days?"

The old man snorted coldly, "Do you think this is a little daughter-in-law getting into the bed?!" Cheng

Tianmen was stunned, his face was a little ugly, and he snorted angrily.

"Uncle, without further ado, we'll wait."

"Okay."

The old man nodded.

"In that case, how about we bet on one hand?"

"How to bet?"

"If that little doll can open the Heart Sword today, I will give him a sword for you."

The old man raised the unpretentious stone sword in his hand and said, "Just this one." "