final catastrophe

Chapter 521 21. A Knife Like a Smile
Around Duguchen, the backward sword energy froze.

The light in the sky freezes.

All voices became incomparably silent.

The swordsmen in the Sword Palace had different expressions, they couldn't blink their eyes, and it was too late to blink.

Just for a moment, all of them saw that solitary figure holding a knife, with half silver and half black hair flying backwards, revealing a vicissitudes of life and full of charming face.

Xiao Bufan wanted to move, but he couldn't. He could only watch the gray knife approaching from a distance.

That's speed, it's coercion, and it's the sword intent that he feels can't be violated.

At this moment, Xiao Bufan felt like an ant.

How far is the end of the world?
It's just a stone's throw away.

How far are people?
The knife has arrived, can people be far behind?
Under the green hill, the body of the God of Swords, who is both good and evil, froze, and at this moment, a playful little girl ran up the stone steps, wondering: "Huh? Why is there someone not moving here?"

Accompanying the little girl was a boundless and unrestrained young man, "Chuchu, don't move."

But the little girl is at a lively age, and in front of the person she likes, she relaxes her whole body, so she jumped for joy, so she ran to the side of the frozen person, shook her hand and said: "Hey, what's the matter with you?"

"Are you sick?"

The bold and unrestrained young man was also extremely curious. He walked to the front and looked at the man who was like a frozen statue. He took a step forward, holding the ordinary long knife in his hand, but it was not out of its sheath.

"It's obviously a living person, why did it suddenly stop moving? This is the Sword Palace. Isn't the Supreme Sword God preaching today, thanks to the fact that we came from a faraway place."

The playful little girl fiddled with the man's fingers casually while talking.

Young and innocent, he likes to move more and touch more, and nothing will happen to him anyway.

What's more, she is so cute and playful, which man will not forgive her.

So, she was about to touch the man's finger and go, "Hey, are you okay?"

next moment.

The sky was suddenly covered with yellow clouds, white pulp billowed in them, a giant one-eyed python with an indescribable shape descended from the sky, its scales scraped the air, and the air became extremely gloomy.

The giant python was so fast that it couldn't even be described in an instant, and it just appeared, and it swallowed the little girl and the bold and unrestrained boy beside her in one gulp.

With a plop, it plunged into the void again and disappeared.

If there is no phantom at all.

The spring rain follows the python.

On the Bashu Road, the gentle patter reminds people of the beauty of Jiangnan.

But the knife so close to the horizon is still as majestic as mountains.

"I can not be reconciled!!"

Xiao Bufan finally broke out of the coercion of the saber intent. He held the broken sword in his hand, and the sword was entwined with evil, murderous, and bloody aura. When he drew the sword, it was like lightning.

Only me, no me.

It was the two mental state breakthroughs of that Dugu Sword God.

Dugu Chen only comprehended the first level, so he was able to command the rain to flow against the flow, and the sword energy to flow freely.

And Xiao Bufan received the initiation inheritance, and he comprehended the second realm.

In this state, there is no impetuousness, no noise, no sword energy, only a sword.

The sword came out, blocking the phantom's knife.

But Xiao Bufan only felt that his belly was overwhelmed, and when his throat was sweet, blood would spurt out.

He swallowed the blood, and a sinister look flashed in his eyes, "It really is a magic knife!"

But before the words were finished, the phantom struck again.

Xiao Bufan's sword blocked again.

There was a silent confrontation, a silent fight.

It was a competition between sword intent and sword intent.

In the past, the sword god opened a mountain with one sword, and hid the broken sword in the tomb of Bashu.

Mediocre people only know how to search for treasures in tombs, to find the source of that power, but they don't understand that the true inheritance of the sword god lies in that sword.

Opening a mountain with one sword, squandering a lifetime of ruthlessness and a lifetime of evil spirit.

It was a sword of liberation, and it was also a sword of letting go.

Can't ask for it, can't let it go.

So what if there is no self?

What's the point of being powerful but becoming a monster instead of a human?
No one can understand it, because they have never achieved that invincibility.

So I don't understand the loneliness in it.

Without me, is it really without me?

Without me, who is holding the sword?
heaven and earth?
If it turns into heaven and earth, what is the difference from burying a corpse in the ground?

Become dust, and then become a clear breeze and bright moon, no sadness, no joy, no anger, no worry, regard everything as a dog, mountain torrents are mountain torrents, tsunamis are tsunamis, and the sky is a tornado, that is a tornado, and the stars are destroyed Just a speck of dust.

People in the world only seek the secret book of supreme magic skills, but they don't know how to smile while picking up flowers, and they don't understand the heroic emotion hidden in the mountain with a sword.

The knife broke through all obstacles.

Like fate, it cannot be resisted.

The sword cannot resist, the sky and the earth cannot resist.

Because this is the power of man.

Xiao Bufan only felt the pain in his heart, but he didn't understand where he was wrong. He frantically circulated all the power and all the true energy in his body, trying to resist the phantom's knife.

His sword is getting faster and faster, really selfless, but moving, dancing, stabbing, and slashing with the rhythm of heaven and earth!

There are tricks to win without moves, every move of his is no move, every move is extremely ingenious, and every move contains infinite backhands.

In this arena, no matter who stood in front of him, he couldn't stop a sword.

Such a him, such a sword god, how could he be defeated?
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How can it be?

His eyes gradually became sad and joyless.

And the slashing between the two has been carried out thousands of times, maybe tens of thousands, hundreds of thousands of times in this instant.

Or, it shouldn't be measured in numbers at all.

Just like the handover between the two armies, every sword qi is a soldier.

Therefore, they are not making swords, nor are they making one sword, because one sword is ten thousand swords, one hundred thousand swords, one million swords.

The same goes for knives.

Like a general who is carrying a million troops to the south.

But what is the use of these?
That ordinary, lonely, simple knife tore everything apart!
The world was torn apart with human power.

Heaven and earth are ruthless, but people are sentimental.

Then the heaven and the earth will be strong, and people will not be able to disobey it?
God's will?

That's why we obey, we pursue the unity of heaven and man, and even become a part of heaven and earth, which is the highest.

Supreme Sword God Xiao Bufan considers himself too superior, too ruthless, and ruthless in killing.

He is heaven and earth.

But even the heavens and the earth cannot resist the true feelings of people.

Xia Ji drew out his saber, it was a saber curved like a smile.

There are joys and sorrows hidden in the smile, and the joys, sorrows, sorrows and joys of ordinary people.

The knife is like a smile.

The world also collapsed under this smile, as if the yellow clouds were densely covered, like a fleeing python.

Xiao Bufan's eyes finally panicked, and the world panicked.

As the yellow python-like floating clouds in the sky left, he seemed to be abandoned, his whole body swelled, and he could no longer control his own strength.

He seemed to have reached the extreme point, the sword energy in his body suddenly soared to the sky, erupted, arousing his internal organs, all the blood vessels burst, turned into a mass of exploded blood, and truly returned to heaven and earth.

But Xia Ji's knife has not come to an end.

His smile is still there.

This knife has not been used, but the enemy has been defeated.

He is neither happy nor sad, because everything is in the ordinary.

A thought of good and evil, but the poor white hair suddenly like snow, I don't know when it has been born.

(End of this chapter)