Chapter 242

Outside the gate, the sword is abandoned.

Fu Po Tian stands up.

He can't see.

But he doesn't need to see either.

There is nothing but a knife. Those who broke the heaven were forced far away by his fierce murderous spirit.

He, alone, hung with a red sheath knife, could not open his eyes, and walked alone on the road of seeking Tao at the gate of abandoned sword villa.

Every step, as if through accurate measurement, not more than an inch, many a point.

The black clothes stretch out in the wind. Because of the sword sense in the air, it turns into wisps of cloth. Every step, it will be cut off and scattered in the air, as if to evoke spirits.

He is steady and firm, and has no other goal except abandoning sword villa.

"Taoist master!"

"Taoist master!"

After the call of Fu, it is not heard.

After the fall of the great moon Dynasty, his obsession had dissipated, and then he put it down. Now there is no sadness or joy in his chest, only a knife.

- blood quenching knife.

Red scabbard and red knife are more bright than blood and deeper than fear.

The knife fluttered in the wind, making a crisp crash sound like a wind bell.

The voice, with its soul stirring magic, makes people feel bored. Even if it is far away from the mountains and rivers, they have to use their power to resist, so as to keep awake.

"This What kind of martial arts realm is this? "

"Fu Po Tian has become a magic sword!"

"Look at his eyes! He is blind already

Among the crowd, there was a cry of surprise.

"Shhh..."

Fu Shatian's body is filled with killing intention, which makes people feel creepy. Hastily someone reminds rash young people, must not mention a "blind" word.

Fortunately, Fu Po Tian did not pay attention to this side at all.

"Mr. Shen is out!"

At this time, there was also a commotion in the villa. People could see from a distance that Shen Zhenyi was the leader. All the people in the villa rushed out and walked in the direction of Fu Po Tian Lai.

This earth shaking war is finally about to begin.

Fu chuantian has gone to the bottom of the bronze sword at the gate of the abandoned sword villa.

Shen Zhenyi is walking slowly on the garden path.

The three disciples of Ziling Jun, Chu Huoluo and Princess long followed him, followed by Shen Shou and others.

He is calm and calm, just like going out to enjoy flowers, full of vitality.

The collision of this life and death momentum makes people shiver, as if it is the delivery of day and night.

Two people about a hundred Zhangs apart, and stopped at the same time.

A quiet confrontation, a long time did not say a word.

But the struggle between life and death has never stopped, one night, one day.

The moon eye is in the sky, the sun is in the north, and the stars are in the south.

At the junction of darkness and day, countless swirls of Taiji diagram of yin yang fish are formed, which are stirred together and emit a roar of tearing.

Between them, there is the dividing line between light and darkness, life and death.

On Shen Zhenyi's side, flowers and trees are flourishing and fragrance is everywhere;

while on Fu Botian's side, everything withers and even the land begins to become desertification.

The ground can not support this imbalance, gradually tearing open a huge gap.

"It will have to be fixed later!"

Chu Chu Luo secretly Tucao, after Shen Zhenyi make complaints about three kinds of methods, she regained some confidence and her face was ruddy.

It's not cost-effective to start at your own door.

It cost a lot to build the White Tower last time, but I don't know how much it will cost this time.

If there is another time, master wants to kill the moon and fly the immortal, it's better to go to someone else's place.

Shen Zhenyi and Fu Po Tian are still in a shaking confrontation. No one expected that the first one to speak was Fu Po Tian, who was like a dead man.

"You and I have not seen you for 400 years. Four hundred years ago, I always wanted to know your sword. I wanted to let people know whether it was your sword or mine

His voice was as quiet as a metal voice.

Instead of anger, fear, or other extra emotions, it's just a matter of fact.

Shen Zhenyi smiles and looks up. He seems to recall the past. Of course, he still doesn't know what politeness is.

"At the beginning, you were not qualified to let me play the sword."

What a bully!

The prince of purple Ning was used to it. Princess Long's eyes were shining, and Chu Huoluo secretly applauded him.

As long as master keeps this rhythm, he will not lose.

Fu chuantian is not angry.

He even laughed and nodded, "it was my wishful thinking. If 400 years ago, your strength would be as good as now. You can crush me with one finger. The reason why I have been ignoring my challenge seems to be to give me face. "

Friends, if the difference is too far, often some embarrassment."I don't think so much."

Shen Zhenyi is reluctant to recall the past.

Four hundred years ago, he was just a passer-by who couldn't control his actions. Even if he was stronger than he is now, there is nothing to be praised for.

What he has is an infinite future.

It's the supreme Kendo!

"Good."

Fu also ended the topic, "I don't want to recall that year."

In those days, he had a lover by his pillow, and his knife was not lonely.

His people are not ruthless.

But now, things are not the same. He has already lost his sweetheart when he wants to attack his best friend.

"Three, you want me?"

In Fu's white eyes, a glimmer of grace flashed.

Shen Zhenyi did not refute, "I am not looking down on you, but can make your knife to the purest state. In this way, it may make things more interesting."

He never lies, and he disdains to lie.

Fu chuantian stood quietly opposite Shen Zhenyi, with his head tilted, but he seemed to be looking at him up and down.

For a long time, Fu Po's genius sighed, "Mr. Shen, how confident are you in your Kendo that you dare to be so arrogant?"

"Forty nine days ago, you had a chance to kill me. You didn't do it."

"Now, looking back on those days, my mind is floating and I am away from the realm of merciless Tao. You have a chance to win me."

"But you let it go again and again. When my knife is really perfect, even if it's you, you may not be able to flash through that amazing knife!"

His knife, at that time, will become what kind of dragon, even he can not imagine.

Shen Zhenyi smiles.

"Because my goal is not to beat you."

If you want to beat you, it's easy.

Shen Zhenyi has ten thousand opportunities to kill Fu Tiantian, or completely imprison his cultivation. Like the emperor of the great moon, Shen Zhenyi will never make progress.

But that makes no sense.

Shen Zhenyi's goal has never been a simple win.

He is willing to wait.

-- waiting for the perfect moment of Fu Po Tian Dao technique.

Because only when the most perfect sword collides with the knife, they have a chance to go beyond the limit -

- Chop! Month! Fly! Fairy!

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