Transcending the Nine Heavens

But after a few sensory searches, I didn't notice anything. Is that an illusion? But how can it be a delusion? How can this intuition accumulated over countless years of crashing into a river and lake be wrong? Since it is not a delusion, and you have no fruit in your search, that means that your power is far higher than your own, far beyond your own imagination. This reading is obvious, and your mind feels even worse.

But how many years of bloody storm have you walked in and felt good about it again?

Except that death is nothing, even if death is no big deal, for yourself, or an early liberation may not be possible!

Hu Weiwei snorted in his heart, his face was always an old dragon bell, eyes, nose and nose, closed eyes and breathed, foreign affairs did not haunt him.

At this time, there was a whistling wind coming from afar.

Unfortunately, he opened his eyes, and the two brilliant sperms of light in his eyes emitted three feet!

That voice was so dominant, it came at me!

He still did not move and looked at the door so firmly.

The next moment, the door was instantly shattered with no warning, full of room debris and dancing, a pitch-black knife came with a splitting atmosphere.

This knife is no longer a test, but a kill!

The light flashed in his eyes and he wondered when the knife was in his hand.

Pick a knife before.

“Ding" crisp sound, the immortal knife precisely abnormal location in the pitch-black knife, the other knife slightly momentarily, but this little moment is enough ——

Whoo!

Hu did not return to his original seat, his body rushed backwards, then floated and stood steadily on his bed.

In front of a young man in black, he stood with a knife on his face. He didn't force himself to attack, even if he took the knife.

“Who is Your Excellency?” With a constant look on his face, he only coughed slightly, but swallowed up the reverse blood that had reached his throat.

Don't look at how calm Hu is. In fact, his heart is terrified!

Countless enemies in a lifetime, but like today, it's the first time someone has hurt themselves with a knife!

The knife of the people is extremely hegemonic, has reached the only strong and horizontal level!

The man stepped into the door and gave the feeling of immortality, but like a whole mountain range, he moved and pressed himself, but one step away, the mountain pressed the top, the stone broke the power of astonishment.

“I am Dong Wuyi!” The young man in black stared mightily at the beast and sank: “Are you the beast? ”

Wu Qiu closed his eyes: “Dong is unharmed? I have a grudge against you? ”

“Nothing!” Dong shook his head unharmed.

“Grievances? ”

“Neither! ”

“Why, Your Excellency?” If you're angry, but you don't have anything to do with each other, you're blazing at your husband for nothing. What is this?

Dong looked at him unharmed and faintly: “Because you are here to mess up! ”

Hu Weihuan raised his head: “No! ”

“You are!” said Dong unharmed. If he refuses to even say one more word, he will be convicted of immortality.

Hu Weiwei shook his head: “I don't...”

Before he finishes this sentence, Dong has been interrupted by an unharmed interception: “You are a mess! What, are you afraid to admit that you've reached such a point? How dare you? ”

If Dong is unharmed, he is as dominant as the knife he chopped out.

Hu Hui had a spasm on his face. He was silent and finally said: “Nice! ”

The man with the knife.

That in itself is a dignity.

Knife, you can be sorry to anyone in your life, but only if you're sorry to your knife! The word 'man with knife' will not be disgraced.

A man is a knife, a knife is a man, an insulting knife is an insult to himself, even more than an insult to himself!

You may call a knife's eighth-generation ancestor, or that knife, indifferent. But when it comes to the honor of a knife, it's a knife fight!

The dignity of the knife is inviolable!

So he admitted it, even though he didn't want to.

Moreover, since the other party is so certain, it must have mastered a lot.

Self-admission does not necessarily make more sense.

Dong nodded unharmed: “At last, I dare to be a knife, it's good. Draw a knife, I'll give you a decent way to die under my knife! ”

Just as a soldier's best place to go is for Margaux to wrap his body back; a knife man's best place to go is to die under a knife!

Hu Weiwei's face glowed brightly, he laughed: “Hu Weiwei, the knife won't return! ”

Suddenly, the knife burst into a cold flash, attacking Dong's unharmed fit.

Hu Di knew from the first knife he had just dealt with that he was by no means the opponent of the young man in front of him, but Hu Di chose to strike with all his might. His eyes are gorgeous at this moment, hoping that in this final battle, he can do his best to show the sharp light of the knife in his hand, and eventually die under another blade of immortality. It is only with such happiness that he will die!

Dong's harmless ink knife has now turned into lightning.

However, the thunderous action suddenly paused.

Hu returned with a miserable smile on his face and said softly: "Thank you, you didn't ask me anything. ”

'Cause you wouldn't say. ”Dong said unharmed.

He choked and laughed: "Good knife! ”

With a rub of regret in his eyes, he closed it slowly. Ever since I was a child, my biggest regret to this day has been... not knowing who my parents are, not knowing where my home is, not knowing who it is that taught me to be a tool...

But in this life... confused and alive, confused and dead.

His body was still standing, his knife was still firmly held in his hand, and his sharp blade was only half an inch from Dong's unharmed waist. But others have died.

Half an inch is an insurmountable sky.

Dong gently pulled the ink knife out of his chest with no expression on his face.

His body flashed and came out through the window.

Unreturned body This slowly fell to the ground, blood slowly gushed out, stained the ground red.

Outside the inn, the footsteps are loud. A team of soldiers poured in, and in the shock of the store's master cabinet, the leader patted the shoulder of the master cabinet: “Congratulations, isn't this room just empty, you can host other guests, make double money, good things. ”

Smiled, stashed away the corpse and walked away.

The shopkeeper's face was pale and shaky. Double money... If you can't make double money like this, you should be scared to death...

……

Wu Yun was always cautious, after staying in the inn, pulled the quilt apart, put a pillow inside, create a simple but very disguised image, then flashed on the top of the wardrobe, then silenced.

It's the habit of walking around the river and lake for so many years.

In his realm of cultivation, he no longer had to worry about being attacked by his enemies; however, this habit could not be changed.

The time has changed.

The door suddenly rang three times gently and someone knocked.

Wu Yun's eyes slowly opened, and the sword that never left him was silently in his hands, but felt that his hands were full of sweat.

I can't believe I didn't find out when the person outside the door arrived.

I didn't know until I knocked on the door! The other party clearly knew that they were in the room.

What this means is self-evident!

Just from that point of view, I've lost.

The knock, the prelude to death, the knock, the reaper?!

“Who?” asked Wu Yun in a low voice. It's pointless not to sound at this time.

“It's me." A cold voice outside the door.

Only two words in total, but you have already felt the cold of the other sword.

It seems that outside the door is not a man, nor a reaper, but a sword that has sheathed and killed!

But what difference does a sword like this make to Reaper?!

The door slowly opened, and the world inside and outside the door connected.

- Outside the door. - In the door.

The outsider of the door is a young man in black, eyes like a sword, body like a sword, God like a sword, sword in his hand.

“Wu Yun?” The man's sharp eyes instantly locked Wu Yun.

Wu Yun hey hey smile: “Nice, the old man had bad luck in his life, so he called himself Wu Yun and laughed in his own name. ”

The black-clothed man said: “If you are still Wu Yun, then hundreds of thousands of innocent people who have died on your hands... what kind of luck path is that? ”

Wu Yun faintly said: "Whether innocent or sinful, they will die under my sword, and their souls will walk through the Nine Springs, and they will no longer be clouded. Naturally, they will have luck. ”

The young man in black nodded slowly: "So that's your lucky day. ”

Wu Yun understood the unspoken rhyme of the conversation, so he asked: "Why? ”

“Why?” The young man in black asked softly, “Then why did you come? ”

Wu Yun's gaze concentrated: “My husband is here to congratulate the Emperor of Moyun Tianjin. Are you here to make trouble? Intention to stir up the heavenly hierarchy on this day? ”

The young man in black looked cold, "Who sent you here? How many people have you come to congratulate this time? ”

He actually went on following Wu Yun's words.

Wu Yun spilled: “Lao Fu Su came alone, this time alone, why not? ”

“No, I can't!” The man in black shook his head slightly: “If you really came to congratulate me, then come with me. All congratulations to the masters, all gathered together for unified management. ”

Accept unified management? What else am I supposed to do?

Wu Yun shook his head even though he didn't want to: "No! ”

The voice has not fallen, a little cold light appeared, the human sword in front of him has already launched, the target is the throat of Wu Yun.

Wu Yun had long been ready to lean back, side by side, and retreat.

However, the blade is as electric as electricity, and yet another rapid attack is coming like a thunder.

This time, it's still the throat.

Wu Yun's sword book is in his hand, and he can stab back at any time; but in the face of such a horrible sword, he does not even have time to defend himself against it.

Even with his sword, he had a sense of affection: in the sword, with endless solitude.

…………

"It's late, sorry, I drank too much..."