Chapter 2 Zero

The night is deep, like the thickest black ink.

Ling sat cross-legged in the yard, and the starlight sprinkled down, but he could never shine into the space within 15 meters.

A radius of 15 meters centered on zero itself is a strange space.

There is no movement, no light, and the only thing that exists is two things.

One is the zero sitting cross-legged, and the second is the narrow dark knife in his hand.

Sitting quietly, his eyes were closed, and there was no distraction in his ears.

He doesn't like to talk. In life, the knife is everything. Except for the knife in his hand, he doesn't want to think about anything else.

And whenever he opens his mouth to speak, it must be only one thing.

That's killing.

Therefore, all people don't want to hear Zero speak, including his master, Sima Wuji, the mad knife demon.

Sima Wuji is a master of the peak realm of ten thousand enemies. He can be said to be the first-class figure in the martial arts world. Wuji magic flow knife has created a new school of swords, which melts qi and blood into the meaning of the knife. He is as powerful as a demon. He is one of the few sword masters in the world.

But even such a fierce character does not want to compete with Zero. He once said that Zero is a natural knife, just a human form.

"In 20 years, he will be the top three masters in the southern martial arts world."

Gu Heng, the former left-handed envoy of the martial arts alliance, had such an evaluation half a year ago.

Zero's knife method is born from the infinite magic flow knife, but it is self-contained.

He cuts the wind and cuts the eagle in front of the cliff all day long. His knife method is integrated into the idea of nature, and his magical power is close to that of a demon.

Therefore, when he sat cross-legged, he was no longer alone, but a knife, without a trace of distracting thoughts, only infinite knife spirit.

This is the darkest moment away from dawn, and the shadow devours everything.

Sitting alone, everything was quiet. He listened attentively to the call of the knife in his hand, and the roaring wind stopped in front of him.

Suddenly, Ling opened his eyes, and his messy hair could not cover his eyes. The sharp light like a knife came out, penetrating layers of dark shadows.

Twenty meters away is a courtyard wall. Outside the courtyard wall stands a big man with a red giant knife. The big man is 1.9 meters tall, but the knife is one head higher than the big man's foot. The scarlet knife spike is especially eye-catching in the dark.

The moment he opened his eyes, the man outside the wall trembled slightly.

"Brother, tomorrow your opponent is the boy of the sunset sect, named Wu Wei. You should have known this person for a long time. Chan Qinglei was defeated by him, and so was Li Beidou." In the dark night, the big man leaned against the wall and said in a low voice.

He paused for a moment and felt that nothing had changed. He hesitated for a while before he said, "That boy is the one who destroyed Dao Er."

As soon as this word came out, the big man was shocked and bounced away from the wall very quickly. The knife body behind him actually made a sonorous sound of gold and iron.

The big man took a long breath, jumped and sank into the night.

And the zero in the yard opened his eyes angrily, and a bleak cold wind suddenly blew in the yard. There were countless knives in the air, which twisted the only dead tree in the yard into pieces.

"Wu Wei... I'm going to kill you."

The dark knife in his hand buzzed, and Zero closed his eyes again and invaded the darkness.

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It snowed heavily, and the snow piled up on the road. The snow that had not melted in the past few days was frozen into ice strips. With the newly covered snowflakes, the streets are muddy.

The door of the majestic Wuwang Hall is bleak and deserted. Except for the patrolling armored guards, there is no lively scene of the past few days.

The original thousand-step ring has also changed, and almost ten-meter-high cyan stone wall has been erected around it, like a square palace with an open roof.

There was no one around the ring. It was deserted, and there was only the sound of wind and snow in the big square.

After entering the quarterfinals, the finalists are often destructive and easy to cause death and injury. In order to avoid the impact of the spectators around the ring, these good people are specially dismissed and a thick stone wall is cast around.

Only by standing in the pavilion can you have a panoramic view of the scene in the ring.

In the middle box on the fourth floor of Jiangshan Pavilion, there is a strong sense of warmth.

The thin old man in a purple robe tasted the fragrant tea of Tianmu Mountain, closed his eyes, and aftertasted the aftertaste. After a long time, he took a breath of relief and moaned comfortably: "Good tea, what a good tea."

The old man handed the teacup to the disciple behind him and swayed back and forth on the red sandalwood rocking chair.

He was very leisurely, with a comfortable face, like taking a nap in the afternoon.

"Master, who do you think will win today's game?"

Behind the old man came a gorgeous young woman in a white dress, squatting down obediently and pounding the old man's legs.

The old man opened his eyes, looked at his beloved disciple, and asked with a smile, "Oh, it's rare, Xiaofang, why are you so clever today?"

The young woman's face rarely turned red, and she said coquettishly, "Master, when did I treat you badly?"

"Okay, okay, haha" The old man looked up and laughed.

The young woman blushed and coughed. She pounded her legs and asked, "Master, who will win today?"

"Who do you think will win?" The old man looked at her sideways, and his eyes were full of smiles.

"I, I think it will be zero. After all, he is the master, the young man you value most in recent years." The young woman thought for a moment and replied.

"Tut, I'm afraid it's not sincere. I listen to your tone, and I don't want to win at all." The old man curled his lips with a bad smile.

"Nonsense, I don't mean it." The young woman glanced at the old man, and the strength of her hand also increased a little.

The old man immediately felt pain and quickly begged for mercy: "Come on, don't knock. If you hit my leg again, it will be broken."

The young woman stopped, but the old man stood up and walked to the window sill with his hands behind his hand. He looked at the snow on the ground. His eyes became far-reaching. He sighed, "Wu Wei is a genius. He is a genius I have only seen. He is full of creativity and thinking. His martial arts skills are eclectic and full of imagination. I don't know who his master is. He can He was taught such a magical martial art skill, and he could make Wu Wei** so excellent. I think the characters on the Chiyou Monument are just like this.

"If in another three years, I don't think any of the young generation in the southern martial arts world will be his opponent. Even if he meets the little guys in Jiangbei, he will not fall behind. Unfortunately, he is too young and astringent after all."

The young woman was not convinced: "Why, master, you also said that he was old and calm when he was in martial arts, and he had the style of a general."

The old man waved his hand and said, "It's one thing to have the general's wind, but it's another thing to win. It can't be generalized, not to mention that he is zero."

"What about zero? The strength of both of them is at the peak of the middle level of the martial soul. It is not known who will die." The young woman in white argued.

"Yes, purely in terms of the power of qi and blood, the strength of the two of them is almost the same, but you should know that zero's knife means a demon, and he only has a knife in his mind, which can't tolerate anything else, let alone..." The old man suddenly paused and said nothing. After a while, he said leisurely, "What's more, Sima Wuji himself has said that Zero is a knife that was born to kill. The knife comes out of the sheath, and someone must die."

"Well, isn't Wu Wei dangerous?" The young woman's expression changed.

The old man suddenly smiled, turned around and patted the young woman on the shoulder. He said with a strange smile, "That's not necessarily true. These top eight players are the treasures of our martial arts alliance, and some of them are the proud disciples of those old guys. How can they have an accident?" The lustful strange doctor 'Jiang Beisheng has been invited. As long as there is half a trace of gas, it can be saved.

The young woman breathed a sigh of relief and her face eased. She said happily, "Master, I'll ask for more tea for you."

When the young woman went out, the old man's relaxed face became solemn. He turned around and looked into the distance. At the end, in the middle of the ring, a young man in a black robe was holding a dark knife, standing straight like a wire in the wind and snow.

"To zero, even Jiangbeisheng may not be able to save..."

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The snow is thick and the wind is strong. When Wu Pengwei stepped on the snow and walked into the ring, he only saw the back of a young man in a black robe.

The man held a dark knife in his hand, without a scabbard, and the dark blade reflected the white snow, which was clearly eye-catching.

Wu Pengwei walked up and stood ten meters away from the other side.

The man in black turned around and showed an ordinary face. Only under the messy black hair, a pair of eyes were as sharp as knives and sharp.

As soon as he turned around, Wu Pengwei had an illusion.

It seems that it is not a person standing in front of him, but a knife, a bloodthirsty knife.

The man in black swept Wu Pengwei up and down, as if he were looking at a dead man.

"It's you who destroyed the second knife?" The man in black asked coldly, and his voice was colder than ice.

Wu Pengwei asked, "Are you zero?"

The man in black frowned, glanced at a long knife in Wu Pengwei's hand, and suddenly smiled.

He smiled very astringently, like a baby learning to laugh for the first time, simple and happy.

Ling pointed to the knife in Wu Pengwei's hand and asked with a smile, "You also use a knife?"

Wu Pengwei nodded and said with a smile, "Yes, it's the same as you."

Ling shook his head with a smile, pointed at the long knife in his hand, and his face was as solemn as before. He said coldly, "In one move, I will cut off your head."

The moment he raised the knife, there was a sound of gold and iron impact on the tall and towering walls around him. The invisible knife gas was like a raging wind, which suddenly brushed the ring and cut the ground and the wall with traces of different depths.

Only Wu Pengwei stood quietly, and the wind composed of knives suddenly stopped one meter in front of him, as if it had hit an invisible wall.

Ling was slightly surprised and looked up. The other party's eyes were as quiet as water, as deep as the sea.