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Chapter 72 What is the Sword Demon?
"The day the rumors..."

Yang Wuhui sighed, "Suddenly heavy snow fell in the sky, and there were bursts of ice and thunder in the clouds and mist. The sun and the moon shone together, and the earth shook, as if the heaven and the earth would not allow this magic knife to appear."

"Such a movement naturally attracted countless greedy eyes..."

"In just half a day, the place where the sword was made was attacked by countless powerful enemies. Master Mengyan's descendants, disciples and grandchildren suffered heavy casualties. Master Mengyan was furious, and at the last moment he sacrificed his life to sacrifice the sword, blood staining the sword pond..."

"The magic knife is finally born!"

"A thick bloody light broke through the robbery cloud in the sky, as if trying to compete with the sun and the moon."

"The ice demon won the magic knife first with its tyrannical strength. It's just that when he just grasped the magic knife, he suddenly became mad, like a bloodthirsty madman, regardless of enemy and friend, and crazily slaughtered everyone..."

"That day, every snowflake in the knife-making land was blood-red...Only a few people walked out of the bloody knife-making land and told the world about this past."

"Since then, the ice demon has disappeared."

"The magic knife also disappeared from the world..."

"That magic knife is known as the blood-drinking magic knife because it sucks blood when killing people."

"Hundreds of years after that, the name of the Ice Demon never appeared again. Some said he was dead, others said that he had already lived in seclusion in the mountains and wild cranes. Some said that he felt guilty for killing too much. Buddha……"

"But five years ago, my adoptive father got a piece of news by accident... Outside Bingdao City, under the Burying Dao Cliff, there is a mountain villa where a strong soul sits, named 'Bingdao Mountain Villa'."

"In the name hundreds of years ago, its name was Ice Demon Villa..."

"The foster father inquired about a very strange thing. It started hundreds of years ago. The Bingdao Mountain Villa will hold a knife tasting meeting every three years."

"Invite heroes from all sides, cook wine and discuss swords, and fight for supremacy with martial arts...Every time the rewards are made, the guests from all over the world are very greedy. They often fight with bloody heads, and sometimes there are casualties!"

The bones of the demon god, the blood drinking the demon knife.

Yang Gang listened silently to the story told by the young man, and couldn't help becoming more interested in the legendary blood-drinking magic knife.

At this moment.

There was a sudden commotion in the street.

A group of northern men with various long knives pinned to their waists hurried out of the city.

Yang Wuhui couldn't help scratching his head and said, "Strange, why is the ice knife city so lively today?"

"Hurry up, the Knife Tasting Conference is about to begin! It's no fun if you're late!"

"I don't know who will win the first place in this year's knife tasting conference?"

"I heard that this conference will be presided over by the Patriarch of the Tibetan Knife himself, and the one who wins the top prize will be able to marry his granddaughter, the eldest lady of the Nanfeng family—Nanfeng Liuli!"

"Then what are you waiting for, let's go!"

A sound of discussion drifted into the ears.

Yang Gang and Yang Wuhui looked at each other.

It's better to come early than coincidentally. The opening day of the Dao Dao Conference is today!

"Walk."

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Ice Knife Villa.

At this time, the situation was gathering, and the heroes of the North who came from the surrounding cities had already sat down.There are many swordsmen who are not well-known in the periphery, so they can only probe their brains and cast envious eyes.

This year's Knife Tasting Conference has several times more people than before, making it extraordinarily lively.

There is no other reason, the Patriarch of Tibetan Knife paid a lot of money, and was willing to marry Nanfeng Liuli, the famous "Liuli Knife" in more than ten nearby cities, to the leader of this conference!
In addition, there is a famous Northland knife collected by the Ice Knife Villa, as well as some dowries.

No wonder it attracts heroes from all walks of life.

When the three of Yang Gang arrived outside Bingdao Villa, the villa was already full of guests and friends, and many unknown people who did not have invitations could only be blocked from outside.

From time to time, there were sounds of shouting and fighting in the manor, which was very lively.

The three of them kept walking and walked straight to the gate of the villa.

"Master, do you really want to take that ominous magic knife?" Yang Wuhui had a trace of worry on his face.Even though the person around him is a peerless ruthless man who became famous in the north 30 years ago, his master sword demon Yang Wuwei.

But thinking of that blood-drinking magic knife that can make people go crazy with bloodthirsty, the young man still feels a little apprehensive.

What if... what if the master fails to control the magic knife, with his strength... wouldn't the whole Northland fall into a peerless massacre?
"Who is coming? The Knife Tasting Conference has already begun. It has nothing to do with anyone. Leave quickly."

In front of the gate of Bingdao Mountain Villa, there were two rows of stern-looking swordsmen in black.

Seeing the three of Yang Gang approaching, they immediately shouted in a cold voice.

"Don't worry, no matter how evil the magic knife is, it's just a weapon. Your master and I have seen more evil things..." Yang Gang turned around and patted him on the shoulder, and then said:
"Go ahead and send me a greeting card."

"Master?"

Yang Wuhui was taken aback for a moment, then ecstatically.

Master, an 'old man', finally recognizes me as an apprentice!

"Yes, Master!"

The boy responded happily.

He took out a greeting card from his pocket, raised his head and walked up to the swordsman in black.

With a proud face, he said: "Yang Wuhui presents a letter of worship on behalf of the master, please come out and see the ancestor of Tibetan swords! The Daxue Mountain sword demon wants to borrow the precious sword from Guizhuang."

"The Great Snow Mountain Sword Demon wants to borrow Guizhuang's treasured sword..."

The high-pitched voice echoed in front of Bingknife Villa.

The noisy scene suddenly fell silent.

After a while.

"Hahahaha" there were waves of unrestrained laughter.

"Daxueshan Sword Demon? I've never heard of it... The name is very arrogant!"

"Hahaha... What is the sword demon? I want the ancestor of the hidden sword to come to meet him in person, and he deserves it?"

"Go back, boy, what a brat who hasn't been weaned, why come here to join in the fun!"

Everyone booed one after another, laughing so hard that some people even lost their breath.

The name of "Knife Demon" 30 years ago is like a flash in the pan, and has long been forgotten in the corner of memory.Most of the people present are the younger generation...

How many people will know the weight of the word 'sword demon' in the hearts of the older generation in the Northland?
"You, you..."

Yang Wuhui was tongue-tied, for a moment he didn't know how to refute.

He pressed the fine iron long knife on his waist tightly, and his eyes couldn't help burning with anger.

"You are not allowed... to insult my master!" The boy's stubborn voice sounded, but he was met with more ridicule.

Yang Wuhui's complexion became darker and darker.

He wanted to turn his head to ask Yang Gang for help, but he was afraid of losing face in front of the master he had just recognized.

At this time, a black-clothed swordsman guarding the gate said coldly, "I think you're still young, I'll give you a chance...won't you hurry up?"

"Hahahaha, get rolling!"

"Go away, little brat!"

"Hahaha~~"

A mocking laugh pierced into my ears.

"I, you..."

Yang Wuhui was so angry that his eyes turned black, and he was about to open his mouth to refute.

Suddenly a hand was placed on his shoulder.

"No regrets. Master will teach you a trick today."

Yang Gang's voice sounded in his ears, "When you encounter bullying, don't rush to refute. It's meaningless... You just need to hold the long knife in your hand tightly, and when you have enough power, cut it out—— "

"Look good!"

A light on the waist.

The boy's ordinary long knife has already fallen into the hands of his master.

then.

He once again saw the most amazing and peerless sword technique in the world.

The bright knife light is like opening the sky, opening up the earth, breaking the mountains, dividing the sea... It is like the first ray of light falling from the nine heavens when the heaven and the earth first opened.

"Burning the heavens."

　Brothers, I implore brothers, on weekends, Mondays, Tuesdays, and a few days, you must keep reading!

　　The plot is about to reach the most exciting time of the Northland Magic Gun, everyone must keep the number of follow-ups.

　　I almost went to Sanjiang last week. I hope everyone will persevere in the past few days. I really knelt down!
　　
　
(End of this chapter)