The Dragon from Hell

Wu Deshou's words about the ultimate martial arts and his contempt for worldly martial artists are like a painter from a wealthy family looking down on illustrators who sell their paintings to make a living.

"You can choose to go into the mountains for decades for martial arts, and work hard and starve your body. This is naturally worthy of admiration, but don't forget that no matter how difficult this road is, it is your own choice, and you still have a choice."

"From the beginning, you can choose how to enter the martial arts, just like you can choose to perform only in high-end concert halls and look down on those pianists who perform in bars to earn consumption."

"But in this world, there are many people who have no choice at all, such as me."

Qin Feng looked at him steadily. Even if he was surrounded by three great masters, Qin Feng's face was still fearless.

"From the beginning, if I hadn't entered the martial arts with hatred, I would probably have died. And later, if I hadn't forcibly activated the seed and relied on its power, I would have died."

"If I didn't go to the small bar to perform and make money, then let alone playing the piano, I'm afraid I wouldn't even have the qualifications to live, let alone pursue art."

"So senior, you have your own heart, and the martial arts beliefs you pursue are different from mine. I can understand, but this is not a reason for you to be high and mighty."

After listening to Qin Feng's words, Wu Deshou didn't get angry or disdainful, but he was silent instead.

For him, it was really hard to understand what Qin Feng meant by "Why not eat meat porridge".

After all, he was in the mountains, and although he lived a hard life, even as a top master of a large sect, his life might not be as good as some ordinary people in the secular world.

But as Qin Feng said, he actually had a choice.

He could end that kind of life at any time, and then he would be waiting for wealth and prosperity.

And there are indeed many people in this world who have no choice.

Wu Deshou was silent for a long time, and his answer was unexpected to Qin Feng: "I have never thought about the question you asked..."

"But you are right. What I said just now was indeed too arrogant. Everyone has their own ambitions. I shouldn't force everyone to be the same as us."

Qin Feng didn't expect Wu Deshou to accept his statement, and he remained silent.

"But," but the next second, Wu Deshou looked at Qin Feng again: "I have one opinion that has not changed. It is a waste to keep the seeds on you."

"Since you really convinced me with what you said just now, I allow you to call out the seeds yourself. Maybe I can leave you a whole body. After all, you have to pay the price for the casualties of my Tiexian Villa."

Wu Deshou's face returned to calm, as if he was saying something that was a matter of course.

Qin Feng smiled and shook his head: "I'm sorry, senior, you also said that I am a vulgar person. We vulgar people always do things for utilitarian purposes, and there is another characteristic... In order to live, we can do everything. In order to live, I can not be afraid of death."

This sentence sounds contradictory, but it is Qin Feng's true words.

He can die generously, but it is not because of this, and he will not die in this way.

Facing three masters at the peak of the earth realm, he can only not be afraid of death if he wants to live.

Try your best to earn a life for yourself!

"Obstinate."

The gray-clothed old man standing behind Qin Feng spoke, his voice hoarse like an old radio that has been covered in dust for many years: "You want to die, then I will fulfill your wish."

After speaking, the knife in the gray-clothed old man's hand shook, and the knife intent was born.

At this time, it was late, the sun was setting in the west, and the moment the old man's knife intent was born was like a meteor flying by, swift and bright.

It was also when the knife intent suddenly appeared that the old man moved.

Wu Deshou also shook his head: "It's a pity that you and I have different ideas. Otherwise, with your talent and talent, I would be willing to let you be my last disciple. I didn't want to bully the weak with the majority, but unfortunately, the uncertainty of the seeds in you is too great, so I can only go all out to kill you."

——Dang!

While Wu Deshou was speaking, Qin Feng's Yuchang sword had already come into close contact with the gray-clothed old man's knife.

The sound of metal collision was crisp, and sparks splashed at the same time.

——Bang!

The moment their weapons collided, their bodies sank down, and the entire ground collapsed a little.

Qin Feng could feel that the old man's knife was as heavy as a mountain, and at the same time extremely fast, which was different from any opponent he had met before.

He suddenly remembered a name that Long Daoling had mentioned to him: Bai Wu.

"Are you Bai Wu?"

A top knife master in the hidden sect. In this day when the sword is sluggish, the master said that Bai Wu's knife is the best weapon.

Bai Wu has noWu Deshou was so easy to talk to, his face was gloomy, and he responded with only one word: "Hmph!"

He did not deny it, and Qin Feng was also sure that the old man in front of him was the strongest swordsman in martial arts today!

At this moment, not only was he not timid at all, but the blood in his body was boiling, and his eyes were burning with excitement.

"Senior, please teach me!"

Feeling that Qin Feng was not afraid, Bai Wu's eyes flashed with surprise, and he actually said a few more words for the first time: "You are not bad."

But the next moment, the long sword in Bai Wu's hand flowed, slashed down horizontally, brushed against the Yuchang sword, and the pressure was instantly full.

Qin Feng hurriedly blocked with his sword, stepped on his feet, and slapped Bai Wu's blade with his palm while retreating.

At the same time, Bai Wu also slapped out with his palm and hit Qin Feng's Yuchang sword.

In an instant, the hand holding the sword began to be paralyzed from the fingertips, and the Yuchang sword almost slipped out of his hand!

However, Qin Feng recovered quickly and threw out the Yuchang Sword. With a thought, the Yuchang Sword seemed to have its own life and rushed straight to Bai Wu's face.

Qin Feng's slap just now also paralyzed Bai Wu's hand, but he recovered quickly.

But he didn't expect Qin Feng to choose to abandon the weapon directly. He picked up the Yuchang Sword that was coming straight to him and snorted coldly: "A mediocre move!"

However, he suddenly felt the wind whistling behind him and the sword energy surged. He suddenly tightened and swung his sword and turned around to chop.

——Dang!

With a crisp sound, the Yuchang Sword that he had just picked up actually killed a surprise attack!

"How is this possible!"

Bai Wu was a little unbelievable when he saw the Yuchang Sword that was knocked away by him again flew a few meters and then returned again.

This was beyond his understanding of martial arts.

Although the Yuchang Sword was inexplicably automatic, every move was a sharp sword move, not just a simple straight stab.

Bai Wu thought he must be crazy, otherwise how could he fight with a sword?

Seeing this, Wu Deshou's eyes turned cold: "Let me do it."