Chapter 242

Outside Zijian mountain villa.

Fu Po Tian stood up.

He can't see.

But he doesn't need to see.

There is nothing but a knife. Those Taoists who broke the sky were driven far away by his cold murderous spirit.

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

Every step seems to have been accurately measured, not more than an inch, not less than a point.

The black clothes stretch out in the wind. Because of the knife meaning in the air, they turn into strands of cloth. With each step, they cut off and float into the air, as if to summon souls.

He is calm and firm. He has no other goal except abandon sword mountain villa.

"Lord!"

"Lord!"

The Tao of breaking the sky called behind, but Fu breaking the sky turned a deaf ear.

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

——Blood quenching knife.

Red scabbard and red knife are brighter than blood and deeper than fear.

The knife fluttered in the wind and made a crisp impact sound like a wind bell.

The voice has soul stirring magic and makes people feel bored. Even if they are far away from mountains and rivers, they have to use their skills to resist in order to keep awake.

"This... What is the martial arts realm!"

"Fu broke the sky and became a magic knife!"

"Look at his eyes! He's blind!"

There was a cry of surprise among the crowd.

"Shh..."

Fu Paotian's murderous intention filled his body, which made people feel creepy. Someone quickly reminded the rash young people not to mention the word "blind".

Fortunately, Fu Botian didn't notice here at all.

"Third childe Shen is out!"

At this time, there was a commotion in the abandoned sword villa. People could see from a distance that the people of the villa, led by Shen Zhenyi, rushed out and walked in the direction of Fu Botian.

This earth shaking war is finally about to begin.

Fu Po Tian has reached the bottom of the bronze sword at the gate of abandoned sword mountain villa.

Shen Zhenyi is walking slowly on the garden path.

Ziningjun, 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 life and extinction makes people tremble, as if it was the intersection of day and night.

They were about a hundred feet apart and stopped at the same time.

Stand still and don't say a word for a long time.

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

The eye of the moon 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 whirlpools of Yin-Yang fish Tai Chi diagram are formed, stirring together and making a tearing roar.

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

On Shen Zhenyi's side, flowers and trees are thriving and fragrant;

On Fu Botian's side, everything withered, and even the land began to become desertification.

The ground can not support this imbalance, and gradually tears, revealing a huge gap.

"This has to be repaired 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 do it at your own door.

It cost a lot of money to repair the White Tower last time. I don't know how much it will cost this time.

If master wants to cut the moon and fly the immortal next time, it's better to go to someone else's place.

Shen Zhenyi and Fu Botian are still shaking and confrontation. No one expected that Fu Botian, who spoke first, was like a dead man.

"I haven't seen you for 400 years. 400 years ago, I always wanted to know your sword and let people know whether your sword is stronger or my sword is more sharp."

His voice was quiet, like a metal voice.

Without anger, fear or other extra emotions, just state a fact quietly.

Shen Zhenyi smiled and looked up as if he remembered the past. Of course, he still didn't know what politeness was.

"You were not qualified to let me out of the sword."

How domineering!

Zining Jun is used to it. Princess Long's eyes are shining, and Chu Huoluo secretly cheers.

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

Fu Po Tian was not angry.

He nodded with a dry smile. "It was my wishful thinking at the beginning. If 400 years ago, your strength would be as good as now. You can crush me with one finger. It seems that the reason why you have ignored my challenge is to give me face."

Between friends, if the difference is too far, it will often be a little embarrassing.

"I didn't think so much."

Shen Zhenyi is reluctant to recall the past.

Four hundred years ago, he was just a passer-by who could not control his actions. Even if his strength was stronger than now, there was nothing to be praised.

What he has is an infinite future.

——It's supreme Kendo!

"OK."

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

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

His people are not ruthless.

——But now, things are different. He wants to stab his best friend, and he has already lost his closest lover.

"I heard you're going to give me three knives?"

A glimmer of expression flashed in Fu Chuangtian's white eyes.

Shen Zhenyi didn't retort, "I don't look down on you, but I can raise your knife to the purest level. In this way, it may make things more interesting."

He never lies and disdains to lie.

Fu Shatian stood quietly opposite Shen Zhenyi, with his head tilted. He couldn't see it, but he seemed to be looking at him up and down.

For a long time, Fu Po genius sighed: "third childe Shen, how much confidence do you have in your Kendo before you dare to be so arrogant?"

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

"Now, looking back on that year, my mind is floating, leaving the state of ruthless Tao. You have a chance to win me."

"But you let go again and again. When my knife is really perfect, even you may not be able to flash the earth shaking knife!"

What kind of poisonous dragon his knife will become at that time, even he can't imagine.

Shen Zhenyi smiled.

"Because my goal has never been to surpass you."

It's easy to beat you.

Shen Zhenyi has 10000 opportunities to kill Fu, or completely imprison his cultivation. Like the emperor of the big moon Dynasty, let him never enter.

But it makes no sense.

Shen Zhenyi's goal is never simply to win.

He is willing to wait.

——When Fu Po Tian's Sabre technique is perfect.

Because only when the most perfect sword collides with the knife can they have the chance to surpass the limit——

——Cut! Month! Fly! Fairy!

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