The Domain of God

Wu Feng returned to the tavern and paused at the door for a while. Then, he pushed open the door and walked in, and sat down by the side.

"You're here."

Wu Feng said softly, the berserk blade was already here.

Mad Blade chuckled. "What did the Shadow Devil King tell you?"

Wu Feng laughed, "He likes and hates people."

Mad Blade licked his lips. "You seem to be interested in the Shadow Devil King."

Wu Feng smiled again, "If I were to say that I am not interested in one of the Six Major Demons, would you believe me?"

"Hahaha!"

Mad Blade laughed. "I understand his thoughts."

Wu Feng laughed: "I understand that too."

"You understand?"

"Yes, I understand."

"Tell me about it."

"About you."

Wu Feng said softly, "Is that right?"

Mad Blade stared at Wu Feng for a while, then suddenly started laughing maniacally again, "Brat, you really pique my interest."

Wu Feng laughed, "Is your problem resolved? How is the battle going? "

Mad Blade grinned, "Nothing, Jian Wuxin is indeed an old monster, even if I can't defeat him, he won't be able to win against me."

Wu Feng leaned back a little, "What kind of person is Jian Wuxin?"

"What kind of person?"

Mad Blade tilted his head, licked his lips and laughed, "From a killing point of view, he has killed more people than you have. So, what do you want to ask? "

Wu Feng shook his head, "There's nothing else I need to ask."

Raging Blade laughed, "Then what are your considerations?"

Wu Feng said softly. "I still have my own matters to attend to, so it is impossible for me to do anything before they are completed."

Raging Blade laughed, "There's no chance of turning the situation around?"

Wu Feng nodded, "Yes, I must complete these tasks."

Raging Blade chuckled and said, "You can beg me."

Wu Feng laughed: "If you want to help me, I don't need to beg. If you don't help me, what's the point in begging? And it's all in my plan, and all I need is time. "

"Hehe, hahahaha!"

Mad Blade laughed madly, and suddenly shattered the table with his right hand, causing the broken pieces to continuously turn into wood knife s.

"Now, I want to ask you a few questions."

Wu Feng nodded, "Go ahead."

Mad Blade said in a low voice, "Tell me, what is a blade?"

Wu Feng was startled for a moment before shaking his head: "If someone else had asked, I would have told them the shape. But you ask, I don't know. "

"You don't know?"

Mad Blade chuckled, "A blade is a blade. A blade is not a sword, not a stick, nor a spear. It's just a blade, that's all. A blade is a name, a weapon, a specific weapon. "

Wu Feng frowned slightly, then nodded his head.

"The saber doesn't appear to be in the shape of a blade, but rather, it seems to be in the form of a blade."

Mad Blade grabbed a wood knife and threw it to Wu Feng, who quickly grabbed it with his right hand.

"Having an interest means having a soul."

"Artifacts may not necessarily be dead."

Mad Blade made a grasping motion with his right hand, and a wood knife quickly appeared in his hand. In that instant, it ran like lightning, and quickly chopped towards Wu Feng's neck.

Wu Feng tilted his neck backwards, and at the same time, used his right hand to quickly block the wood knife in front of him.

"Boom!"

A wave of Qi quietly spread out from Wu Feng's neck, berserk blade's blade tightly pressed on Wu Feng's neck, but Wu Feng did not block it.

It wasn't that he wasn't as fast as the other party, but rather …

The wood knife in Wu Feng's hand quietly broke, and the cut was smooth.

"It's the same artifact. I didn't use my strength of heart, nor did I use soul power. I didn't even use my most basic strength."

Mad Blade took his hand away, "But I can easily cut off your wood knife. This is Will, Saber Intent."

Wu Feng let out a long sigh of relief and threw away the wood knife, "Amazing."

"The second question, what is Saber Intent?"

Crazy Blade sat down beside him and smiled at Wu Feng.

Wu Feng frowned, he then asked: "Is it a type of mental state that is truly familiar with blades, a path that belongs to you?"

"Hahahaha!"

Mad Blade laughed and shouted, "Bullshit!"

Wu Feng did not understand, "What is that?"

"Nothing."

Mad Blade chuckled, "I just said, a blade is a blade, not a sword, not anything else."

He grabbed onto another set of wood knife s, "My blade will always be a blade when I slash down. I will never use my blade like a sword or smash it down like a hammer. "

The wood knife in Raging Blade's hand transformed once again, turning into a wooden stick. "What do you think this is?"

Wu Feng whispered, "It's a wooden stick."

"Bullsh * t again."

Mad Blade grinned and laughed. "I have a knife in my heart. It's a blade."

Wu Feng was surprised, he could not understand.

"The wooden staff once more transformed from heartforce into a thin sword." "What is this?"

Wu Feng said softly, "According to you, this is still a blade."

"Haha, farting again!"

Mad Blade laughed. "I'm asking you, not me."

Wu Feng frowned, "In my hands, it is only a wooden sword."

"That's right."

Mad Blade nodded, "You can teach him, but in my hands, he can only be a blade."

"Even if it's a dragon, it has to be coiled for me. If it's a tiger, it has to kneel!"

Mad Blade had an insane look on his face. "There's a blade in my heart, everything is a blade. Without a blade in my heart, what can I do with the strongest blade in my hands? It's just a piece of trash taking away a ruined artifact. "

Mad Blade brandished his wooden sword. In that instant, strong gales arose everywhere, yet it did not harm anything.

At that moment, where could the sword be found?

"The third question."

Mad Blade raised his head and asked, "What do you mean by 'no me, no blades'?"

Wu Feng shook his head, "I don't know."

Crazy Saber stretched out his hand and the wooden sword quietly fell down. In an instant, a terrifying Daoqi exploded from his right hand. It was invisible and formless, but there were traces to follow.

At that moment, he felt like he was the sharpest blade.

"If one does not differentiate between the two, one will not have a blade."

"Without distinction, there will be no rejection."

Mad Blade shouted, "If the heart is always divided, how do we integrate and how do we balance the Dao? People have a scale in the bottom of the heart, as long as you think, then it will be unbalanced. If you don't think about it, you won't be out of balance. "

Wu Feng suddenly realized that there was actually such a logic.

Mad Blade stopped attacking. "One last question. What is a blade?"

Wu Feng did not understand, "A blade is a blade, you have already said that."

Mad Blade laughed out loud. "What I asked you before was what a blade is. What I'm asking you now is, what is a blade!"

Wu Feng was stunned, what was a blade?

He seemed to be confused again. No matter how clever he, Wu Feng, had always been, at this moment, he felt like he was an idiot.

After a while, Wu Feng sighed, "I thought I knew, but now I don't."

Mad Blade's expression suddenly became frighteningly cold, "What is a blade? A weapon that slaughters livestock and kills others for their goods is a blade. "

"Whether it is sabers or swords, they are the same."

Wu Feng frowned, "But you said before, they are different."

Mad Blade sneered, "My blade's process is different from yours. However, what's the difference in the outcome?"

Wu Feng shook his head, "There's no difference."

"Since it's the same, then what's the difference between a blade and a sword?"

Mad Knife spat, "They're all the same kind of trash."

Wu Feng was completely confused, "Senior, what are you trying to say?"

Crazy Blade laughed, "All weapons are the same. Their existence, their appearance, is for the sake of killing!"

"Never reject your own blade. Even if you beat someone to death with your fist, your fist would still be the same as your blade. No matter how many people your blade kills, it is still your blade. No matter what level it has reached, it cannot be abandoned, and it cannot be said that too many people were killed by your blade. "

"The one who killed is not Dao, but you, the human heart!"

Wu Feng was enlightened, "Face your own heart, and completely accept that your own blade is a part of yourself. A blade is not a blade, and a blade is also a blade, it is a part of me, no matter how many people it kills or what it does, it is all done because of me, it has nothing to do with it."

"Or rather, it is only helping me."

"Hahahaha!"

Mad Blade laughed madly, "Brat, you said something that's more accurate. That's right, it was not the blade, nor the sword, nor anything else that killed people. I have seen many idiots who, after killing a person, become sorrowful and upset. They grumble over the blades of their own hearts, grumble over their weapons. "

"How laughable, how pathetic! It's just a pathetic excuse. "

"Killing is killing, where did all these external factors come from? It was all because of his heart! If you don't want to kill people, can anyone force you to do so? If you don't want to kill someone, even the gods can't do anything about it, because you can still kill yourself! "

"Blaming oneself for others' fault, blaming oneself for your own heart's blade, that's ridiculous to the extreme!"

Hearing this, Wu Feng laughed, "I don't have so much to do, it's just a matter of the hearts of others."

"How long more do you need before you can leave with me?"

Wu Feng shook his head: "I don't know, there are some things I need to do, the timing is not fixed."

Mad Blade suddenly narrowed his eyes and coldly snorted, "Another person has come. It seems that there are quite a few people who know of the demon race."