Chapter 3 The Battle of the Knife

Zero standing posture is very strange.

He held the knife in his left hand and tilted down. The tip of the knife touched the ground, and his body was very empty, as empty as a pool of light water.

It seems that he is not holding a killing knife, but a burning iron bar.

His eyes drooped and looked at the blade pointed diagonally to the ground. The initial sharpness disappeared, and his eyes were full of gentle light.

At this moment, the roaring wind suddenly stagnated, and the heavy snow fluttered down silently.

The world suddenly fell into a strange and quiet atmosphere.

Wu Pengwei is like a great enemy.

The zero in his eyes has changed into a person.

Zero people and knives have been combined into one, and the knife is a part of Zero's body, regardless of each other.

The heavy snow fell silently, and a series of blue and black light threads permeated, turning into the light and shadow of a gable. Surprisingly, the light and shadow were not huge, but specific and vivid, as vivid as real.

The light and shadow of the rickly penetrated into Zero's body and merged into one at this moment. The facial features and limbs overlap alternately, which is strange and thrilling.

Zero's eyes became more and more gentle. He slanted the knife in his hand and said in a low voice, "Everyone in the crazy knife door knows that Dao Er is my plaything. I like to watch him look up at me but afraid of cowardice. It is a kind of humble heart similar to despair and panic, but it is destroyed by you."

Step out, and the blue and black light spreads down like water, with an outward diffuse aperture, like an ink shadow diluted by water.

Every step forward, the blue and black ink shadow weighs one point, and the air around it weighs one point.

The dark tip of the knife is dragged to the ground, cutting a deep trace on the ground like cutting tofu.

"There's nothing I can do. You ruined my only toy. I can only kill you."

After saying that, one and five meters away from Wu Pengwei, he stopped, raised the knife obliquely and waved it out.

This slow knife is like a snail crawling, which seems to have a thousand power.

But in Wu Pengwei's eyes, there are thousands of complicated knife shadows.

This is not a simple knife. The knife body is extremely fast to cut out fifteen knives in a row in the void. The direction of each knife is the same as the angle. There is no deviation, and the speed is not slow at all. On the contrary, the speed of these fifteen knives is faster than thunder.

From the first knife to the last, but it took five instantaneous moments.

And an instant brake is only half the blink time.

The speed of this knife skill has been separated from the shackles of simple techniques, which is magical and almost demonic.

The void has been broken, and in the blink of an eye, the dark blade is already in front of you. The sad knife wind cut through everything, and the cold light even penetrated the tip of Wu Pengwei's nose.

Wu Pengwei's eyes narrowed slightly, and his whole body suddenly became empty.

The body is like a fallen leaf. At the moment when the knife wind cuts, it swings away lightly without any force.

"Bum" "Bum" "Bum".................

A series of fifteen explosions exploded. The void where Wu Pengwei originally stood exploded. Fifteen blue and black knife shadow snakes spread like snakes, cutting the green bricks on the ground into pieces. Looking from afar, the one-foot-wide knife mark actually went deep into the ground, and it was dark.

Ling frowned slightly and smiled simply: "Very good. After passing the test, you can continue to play."

After saying that, he dragged the knife towards Wu Pengwei again.

It is still not a slow speed. Wherever it passes, the air is as thick as water, making people move slowly.

He stopped a meter and a half in front of Wu Pengwei. This time, he raised his knife, as if holding a tall axe, and chopped it in the air.

It's just that the opponent didn't get out of the way this time.

Wu Pengwei took a deep breath, and the knife in his hand came out of the sheath very quickly. At the same time, the "blue water dragon blade" in his right hand sleeve also slipped into the palm of his hand. His eyes raised, and he was as sharp as an eagle. In, a trace of soft white light spread all over his body, and his arms waved, like cutting vegetables, one left and one right, derived ten thousand. Thousands of lights and shadows.

Wu Pengwei's two bright silver swords in his hand met the dark knife cut by his head.

In an instant, the knife spirit is vertical and horizontal.

A practice-like dark knife gas is included by two bright silver knife shadows, and the jingling sound is like jade beads scattered on the porcelain plate rolling down, permeating the whole ring.

The sound knocked down the stone wall and made a buzzing sound. With the shadow of three knives, it shocked the sky of the ring.

Zero in the shadow of the knife smiled loudly: "Hay, happy, happy."

Every time he said a happy voice, the speed of the knife increased by one point, and the knife light increased by one point.

He did not cut anywhere else with every knife, but only cut three inches above Wu Pengwei's head. Once it falls, it will be broken and opened, divided into two.

However, his knife was held by two groups of light and shadow in Wu Pengwei's hand. The three groups of knives suddenly merged and separated, and the continuous handover and separation.

One knife, two knives, three knives... one hundred and eighty-seven dollars.

Between ten breaths, the two have fought with one hundred and seventy-eight dollars.

Zero counted silently in his heart, and the gentle color in his eyes disappeared, replaced by a solemn color.

Only 1.5 meters away in front of him, the sunset boy who destroyed Dao Er was as vague as a water mist, constantly swaying left and right with a very small amplitude and frequency, as if several light and shadows were derived in place, which was impossible to determine.

And two knives in his hand are like a white lotus blooming in the water, wrapped in thousands of meridians. He puts his knife in the air. Every blow he can't fall. Two silver knives will always hold it when the strength is about to reach the maximum point, and then separate and meet again very quickly, constantly consuming the knife. The strength on the road.

This requires extremely accurate eyesight and flexible hand skills, as Well as extraordinary knife skills.

It's like the lightness of snowflakes flying and the agility of dead leaves turning over.

Such knife skills have reached the idea of imitating nature.

"Bum"

A mass of light exploded.

The two of them pulled their knives and retreated at the same time.

Zero retreated very calmly. His knife dragged it to the ground and drew a deep gully, step by step until it was 15 meters away.

And Wu Pengwei is like a flying snowflake, quietly swinging in mid-air, and then falling lightly.

One movement and one quiet, one heavy and one light.

The two are like opposite contradictions, thinking about confrontation from afar.

He smiled casually, and there was an indescribable taste in his smile, no longer simple, no longer simple.

He stretched out his scarlet tongue and licked his dry lips, revealing his white teeth.

"Yes, it's a total of 575. You are very good. You can understand the light taste of snow and integrate it into the knife skill."

Zero praise, the sharpness in the eyes disappears, and there is a meaning of appreciation.

"It's a pity that your current knife skills are just what I learned a year ago, but it's not expensive." Zero loosened his body, like a ball of cotton curled up. He squatted down slightly, held the knife in his hands, slanted on the left side of his waist, made a strange posture, and then said coldly, "In order to show respect for you, I will deal with you with the strongest knife skills."

After saying that, his eyes suddenly became strange. Unlike the initial gentleness and the coldness after that, his eyes covered by his fluffy hair were no longer sharp, but like a blind man with two eyes, empty, without a trace of emotion and color, as if integrated into heaven and earth.

At this moment, he is the roaring cold wind, and he is the snowflakes falling.

The knife on the left side of the zero waist also began to tremble gently, and circles of ink-colored luster opened. A monster with a winding body like a snake flashed from it. It looked up to the sky and roared like a baby crying, and its head was full of inverted thorns. Flying dragons and snakes were huge, but they could almost cover half a ring.

Super-level soul blade - dark giant anth.

The name of a huge thing flashed in Wu Pengwei's heart, a tyrannical beast that devours crocodiles and elephants as food, and a hybrid descendant of snakes and dragonflies - giant dragonfly.

The light and shadow of this giant anthrush is as black as ink, with thorns on the top of its head. Obviously, it is the king of a clan, a strong man at the level of monsters.

The light and shadow of the huge anthrush hovered in the air, and the zero martial soul turned into a huge jackal. It jumped into its big dark mouth and disappeared. The head of the aborer suddenly changed, turning into a pair of jackal eyes, and four thick and powerful legs appeared on the winding body.

The martial soul and the spirit are combined into one, revealing a monster that has never been seen before.

And the strength of zero also shows a surge of geometric multiples, from the peak of the middle level of the martial soul to the peak of the first level of the martial arts.

Zero's momentum is very strong. The power of the earth's qi and blood, together with the wooden qi of the knife in the hand, renders the ring extremely heavy. Every time it moves, it seems to be moving forward in the swamp. Obviously, it is moving, but it feels that the heart is constantly sinking.

Wu Pengwei just stood quietly, and his eyes were as profound and vast as the original.

He sighed and flicked his fingers. There was a distant sound on the "blue water dragon blade", like a dragon roaring in the nine eyes.

The silver-white light and filaments overflowed, and the "blue water dragon blade" in his hand buzzed. The blade continued to stretch, finally reaching a distance of one meter. It was as narrow and bright as a pool of autumn water, gorgeous and eye-catching.

At the same time, the dragon pattern of the blade suddenly rose to the sky and turned into a long silver dragon ten meters long. The dragon walked in the sky, and the blue-gray ink shadow in the sky shook open, and was replaced by a circle of soft and white a full moon aperture, tightly covering Wu Pengwei.

And above Wu Pengwei's head, a majestic white lion light and shadow also stood proudly, roaring up to the sky.

This "blue water dragon blade" is extremely powerful, but unfortunately it has not been fully mastered by Wu Pengwei. Until now, it can only master three points of power, and it is extremely difficult to integrate with its own martial soul. But even so, the power of the dragon blade is enough to offset the strength of the opponent's soul blade.

The strength of the two is the same. After the weapon is unfolded, they both have the strength to fight against the peak strength of the martial artist in the first stage.

At this time, the competition is no longer the power of skill and qi and blood, but the purest understanding of martial arts and the determination of life and death.

Zero's eyes are becoming more and more empty and pure, as if they are integrated with heaven and earth.

The knife in his hand gradually made a louder and louder baby crying, which was hoarse and unpleasant, which could tear people's hearts and souls.

However, Wu Pengwei's eyes are as quiet as water, deep as a pool of mirror water.

He struck with two knives, making a crisp sound of gold and iron strike after another. The sound rose to the sky, tearing the withered sound of the other party's soul blade, and shocked the sky.

At this moment, the two suddenly stopped the sound of the blade in their hands and stood still.

All the light and shadow suddenly dissipated and suddenly recondensed. The snow all over the sky stopped at this moment, and time seemed to be frozen, like a condensed picture.

"Ss..............."

Sand all of a time, the sound of a sad sharp sharp thing tearing through the void was startled and cut off the air. Zero's body was like a black phantom, bringing out a long light and shadow, and flew straight to Wu Pengwei silently.

The blade cuts through the air and buzzes.

Wherever the black knife passes, the light and shadow are distorted, the air bursts, and the dark light is constantly emitted.

At this time, Wu Pengwei suddenly took a deep breath, narrowed his eyes slightly, and then suddenly opened his eyes.

The silver light fog in my mind sent an energy storm to the left arm like crazy. The soft white light stretched down from the right shoulder, completely covering the "blue water dragon blade" in the right hand. It was as light as water and extremely transparent.

The thread of fire in the belly spread in an instant, spreading to the right half of the body very quickly. A burst of fire was suddenly covered with the long knife of the Yunhuang Mo family, dyed like a red strip.

The left knife bursts like fire, and the right blade is as light as water.

Wu Pengwei suddenly rotated, with the light and shadow of water and fire, like a rapidly rotating top straight to the black shadow.

The light rose, the shock sounded, and for a moment, the walls around the ring broke apart at the same time, and the wind between heaven and earth was strong, and the knife gas raged, and everything was divided in confusion.