Food Fairy Lord

Chapter 20 Sword

He swung his knife and cut off almost the entire hem of his black robe, folded it twice and threw it, the cloth flew steadily towards the table like a big crow.

Pei Ye frowned and looked at the arc it had drawn, glanced at the landing point, and suddenly thought of something, her heart tightened suddenly.

But he had no time to do anything. The crow spread its wings to cover the burning blue flames, and the entire cave fell into darkness, drowning his tightened pupils and pale face.The flame seemed to have no temperature at all, and could neither ignite nor penetrate the fabric.

People with true energy have more sensitive five senses.When the light is weak, Wu Zaigu can see more than Pei Ye; when the sound is small, Wu Zaigu can judge the direction more accurately than Pei Ye.

I lost [-]% of my eyesight, and I can still display half of my strength; but you lose [-]% of your eyesight, and you become a disabled person.I really can't deal with your sword skills, but now, do you still know when to use the sword, in which direction to use the sword, and how to use the sword?
Pei Ye doesn't know.

There is no target, no details of the opponent's move, no distance between the enemy and the enemy, and no time to react. Even if he has a unique skill, he can only be helpless.

The five senses hindered his sword skills, or in other words, his sword skills were too outstanding, which made him unexpectedly last for such a long time with such a disparity in strength.

The darkness around him seemed to be covered with sharp needles, and a fatal blow could strike at any time and from any direction.

Her heart almost stopped beating, and under the pressure of dying at any time, Pei Ye quickly thought about countermeasures, but it was of no avail.

This is a conspiracy, a gap caused by strength.It was easy for the martial artist of Meridian Tree Qisheng to kill a landlubber, but now things just returned to the normal track.

Without more time to think, even the worst countermeasure at this time is better than waiting for death.

So regardless of the fact that there was almost the entire room between him and the flame, Pei Ye strode towards it based on his memory.

The whole room was only three or five steps away. As it got closer, a faint light seemed to appear in front of his eyes, but Wu Zaigu would not give any chance to the trapped beast. There was a sharp scream behind Pei Ye's head, and he was about to behead him in the next moment. neck.

This is also the last chance Pei Ye has been waiting for!
I don’t know from which direction you will attack, so I will take the initiative to expose your most vulnerable backside to you; I don’t know when you will attack, so I will take the initiative to lift the black cloth and force you to use the knife at this moment.

The long sword in his hand was already ready for use. He gritted his teeth, twisted his steps, turned around, and drew the sword!
In the darkness, leave everything to God.

See if my sword can cut his throat faster!

There was a clash of gold and iron.

Pei Ye's heart sank to the bottom.

Until this time, Wu Zaigu still did not sacrifice his life to attack.

Pei Ye wanted to have a life-threatening bet with him, but Wu Zaigu didn't put his life on the gambling table at all.

Pei Ye was tempting him to draw his sword, and he was waiting for Pei Ye to draw his sword.What he wants is not to kill the enemy with one sword, but to fight with swords.

The result was just as he expected. Due to the huge disparity in power, Pei Ye's sword flew out of his hand and landed with a clang, like a falling goose after breaking its wings.

In his 30 years of life, Wu has experienced countless times of fighting with his life on the line. From being reckless and negligent at the beginning to now being experienced, he has long been familiar with the principle that a lion fights a rabbit with all his strength, and he has seen countless gutters A master at capsizing.

He gave Pei Ye the utmost respect. He poked Pei Ye, a poisonous snake, first blinded his eyes, and then pulled out his teeth, turning him into a harmless earthworm.

Pei Ye stood motionless on the spot, the evaporation of sweat from his body began to make him feel cold.He realized that he had really become a fish under the knife.

In terms of strength, experience, quick wit, decisiveness, and calmness, the opponent has steadily surpassed him.

For the first time, Pei Ye truly experienced this feeling. It was when all the tricks were exhausted and to no avail. His fate was completely in the hands of the enemy. He could kill as much as he wanted and tease him as much as he wanted.

The so-called desperate situation is nothing more than that.

Although he knew the strength of the enemy before, but that feeling was danger and oppression, which would arouse his great courage.

At this time, the fear of being powerless to resist death enveloped him for the first time—it was unclear whether it was the fear of death or the fear of powerlessness itself.

Wu Zaigu's chuckle came from the darkness, as well as the sound of holding a knife and a flower. He never thought that he would feel the joy of victory when facing a landlubber, but fortunately it was over.

out of the knife.

In the darkness where hands and feet were cold and exhausted, the sound of wind oppressed, and fear and despair climbed to the top.

In that moment, Pei Ye finally realized that bit of inspiration.

It turns out that it's not bad luck, but that the essence of this swordsmanship is 'the harmony of the heart and the sword'.

After decades of immersion, after reaching the pinnacle of sword moves, the realm that those masters of swordsmanship painstakingly pursued turned out to be the threshold for this set of swordsmanship to enter the hall.

Only when the state of mind fits, can this set of swordsmanship be truly mastered.

And after his mood was completely immersed in despair, Pei Ye finally understood what it was talking about.

Pei liquid.

——You think you are very talented, and you can compete with seniors who are 50 or [-] years old at a young age. Everyone praises you, and you are also very proud.But have you ever thought that you are just a frog in a well?

——You think you are determined, you dare to face difficulties, and you can persevere, but have you really seen insurmountable difficulties?Have you really tasted the taste of complete failure?
——You claim to be brave, benevolent and righteous, and face powerful enemies alone for the sake of your relatives, friends and elders, but are you really ready to die?Who did you save in the end?Can you choose again without hesitation?

——You are considerate and thoughtful, have a sharp mind, are good at responding to the enemy's changes, and are used to defeating the weak with the strong.But how have you ever played against a real strong player?Aren't you ridiculously immature in front of a powerful enemy at this time?

Who are you when everything you're proud of is worthless?

Peel off these things layer by layer from the outside to the inside, leaving only the first and weakest "I", like a goose with its wings broken in a snowy night, this is the state of mind of the old man surnamed Yue when he created this sword art.

If you still have the courage to swing your sword at this time.

Then this sword will open its arms to you.

Pei Ye's heart was surging. Darkness, fear, the smell of blood, and the imminent blade were all far away. It didn't matter about life or death. He just couldn't wait to swing the sword out. Even if he took one last look before he died, he wanted to see what it looked like.

But where is the sword?
The sword is at hand.

Pei Ye stretched out his hand and grasped a bronze rod more than three feet long. One end was sharp and the other end was inlaid with a gourd.

In the silent night, in front of the dark curtain, countless white images suddenly surged in: snow, a jade-like white horse, ice, a shiny sword covered with frost flowers, white and sharp feathers floating all over the sky...

out the sword.

Wu Zaigu seemed to have fallen into darkness, real darkness.

Ignoring, hearing, and feeling, even the knife in his hand seems to have been lost, as if he is in the deepest dream, and as if he is buried in the darkest center of the earth. The feeling of losing everything to rely on is all returned at this moment.

There is only a sharp wind running, roaring and passing.

There was a severe tearing pain in the throat, and all five senses returned suddenly. Wu Zaigu lowered his head slowly, and his chin rested on a hard and cold bronze rod.

This is the first form of Feiyan Sword Style on a snowy night.

【Clouds cover eyes and lose feathers】

(End of this chapter)