The rare sword of a magic knife is a double-handed knife. Because the hilt of a thick-backed sword is wide and long, it is held in one hand and still does not seem crowded.

His eyes were shining brightly, and his whole body was extremely restrained and concealed, as if his clothes were not covered and he was in the extremely cold ice and snowy weather, he accumulated heat in his body to deal with the harsh environment.

Suddenly, the magic sword's thoughts drifted from the battlefield in front of him and flew back to that midsummer night, changing the moment of his life.

He could not remember the specific time. His former hometown had long been deserted, and it disappeared into the long river of time.

It’s just that the full moon hangs high, the stars shine on people, and the fireflies are everywhere, which is an unforgettable scene for him.

In a village that is not quiet in the countryside, there are dogs barking from time to time, and a dim light comes from the paper-patterned windows.

The little boy had been working all day and sneaked out of his home. He unconsciously sat by the stream at the entrance of the village with his knees in his arms, barefoot, and paddled the cool stream water, and was confused about the future.

He is still too young, about ten years old, never studied and had no good education. He just followed his parents to take care of his younger siblings and was busy among the fields. He didn't know if the future would be wonderful and whether his life would be happy and perfect.

Then, under the moonlight, he saw a man lying on his back on the stream.

Going down the river, a long blade in his hand was filled with dark red and fishy smell, and his body was covered with wounds, as if he had lost all his vitality, and the next moment he would say goodbye to the world like extinguished fireworks.

The moment when the little boy floated past the body, the man turned over like a frightened beast, and stepped on the clear stream, handed the long sword in it to the boy's throat, and would cut the boy's throat the next moment.

But the boy's performance seemed to have made the man with scars a little interested and did not start immediately.

The Magic Knife had forgotten the appearance of the man, but she remembered very clearly that she had no fear or fear at that time, but just looked at the long blade placed in front of her neck with a hint of curiosity and longing.

Yes, he didn't even pay attention to what the man looked like and how old he was, because all his attention was attracted by the long blade with a not-so-good texture.

"Aren't you afraid?"

This is the first sentence a man asked. The voice was very ugly, like a lonely wolf in the forest, hoarse and short. I think it was because he had been injured and had his vocal cords. It was also the sentence that the Magic Knife remembered the most clearly.

With the first sentence, there is the second sentence. The two began to talk strangely. The blade had never left the throat of the magic knife. The two were in a strange and close atmosphere.

Finally, the man left, and before leaving, he left the long blade that had already been missing in his hand, and said the last sentence,

"I'm giving this knife to you. You are a good seedling for martial arts and a natural swordsman. I hope that one day, you can use the knife in your hand to seize everything you want."

It comes and goes in a hurry. The sword left by this stranger accompanied the magic sword through the most important period of life.

The bandits came, and the village was shrouded in dark smoke and dazzling fire. The crying and wailing seemed to never stop. Parents, younger brothers and sisters all died tragically, but the Magic Knife used this roll of blade and missing knife to kill two adult bandits, escaped and survived.

The magic sword's heart of swords did not start on the day of practicing martial arts, but on the night when I met the injured man on a midsummer night, the heart towards swords that emerged, pure and strong.

Then, as the man said, he used the knife in his hand to seize everything he wanted, such as life, dignity, power and wealth...

But, those are impure, mixed with impurities and selfishness.

Only when the throat was sealed by the long blade, the magic sword's eyes were attracted by the beauty of the sword for the first time. The little boy fell in love with the sword and was willing to devote his life to pursuing it.

"Tiandao, take me and slash me with my heart."

The magic sword's thoughts turned, and the colorful life flashed through my eyes in a flash, and finally stopped that night, at that moment, when I stared at the long blade in front of my neck.

I forgot the internal skills I learned, forgot the supreme mental method of the Twelve Hate of the Demon Sword, and forgot all the skills and methods about swords that I have learned over the past few decades.

The slash of the magic sword is like a rookie who is a beginner in learning swordsmanship. It is clumsy, but it is the beginning and cornerstone of a lifelong sword. It is not amazing or outstanding, but it has a power to break through people's hearts.

Faced with such a knife, Xiang Yang was more solemn than ever, but the smile on his face was wanton and joyful. Such a knife could hurt him or even kill him, but it made him infinite longing and expectation.

Indeed, as the Magic Knife said, this knife is the best-in-class wine in the world, which makes him savor it endlessly and will never forget it in the future, but he may not find another pot of drink.

Because he has been practicing martial arts for so many years, he has met too many martial artists, and the martial arts he has seen are even more like the number of sands in the Ganges River. However, if he asks for a heart-to-heart sword, it is the first time. Whether he can meet in the future is even more unknown.

Because even his Heavenly Sword cannot cut this sword, how magnificent is it?

If he doesn't do his best, he will die with this knife.

Xiang Yang's mind sank into the deepest part of his soul. His domineering, strong, withdrawn and cold personality disappeared without a trace. It only gave birth to a stream of popularity in his eyes. Looking closely, it also contained all kinds of emotions in the world.

The way of heaven is the highest, and using the sword to practice the way of heaven is the ultimate pursuit of Xiang Yang's martial arts throughout his life, until he breaks the void and transcends the way of heaven.

The wooden knife in his hand spontaneously turned into a shocking geese to greet the demon sword with a heart-warming sword.

At this moment, Xiang Yang's breath completely disappeared, and the whole person seemed to have disappeared from this world. However, he did not die, but turned into a blue sky, a thick ground, a flowing wind, a flowing cloud, a clear water, a shining thunder...

Xiang Yang's sword was blinded, but it was everywhere.

At this moment, the innocent heart of the magic sword and Xiang Yang's vast sky sword collided silently, starting with the intersection point, everything around was collapsing and annihilation...

No sound came out, as if it had penetrated space, surpassed time, and existed in another unimaginable situation.

The next moment, Xiang Yang and the Demon Sword intertwined, turning into two rays of light and shadows on white and black, passing by in an instant.

There were hundreds of thousands of people in Renhuai City. The moment Xiang Yang and the magic sword intersected, their hearts stopped. No matter how high their martial arts skills or how strong their cultivation was, it was difficult to avoid them.

Moreover, there was a rumbling sound from the land of Renhuai City, as if a major earthquake had just passed.

The vast sun is lost, and the heaven and earth are silent.

A smile of infinite satisfaction appeared on the Magic Knife's face. His not-tall body stood up like a mountain. He leaned on the thick-backed sword in his hand and slowly closed his eyes towards the East.

A blood mark winds down at the center of his eyebrows.
Chapter completed!