Vol 3 Chapter 974: I'm not very interested in playing knives

It's been a while since I didn't use samsara for a long time.
It doesn't make sense to say, only reincarnation can be used to let Zhenyue see through the essence, and then turn back to shore.
Look at this cute little fat man, how much he hopes to be with the teacher, then the beauty of adulthood.
Floating above a gray world.
Here is the reincarnation, which has not been built yet.
He is thinking about what kind of reincarnation he should build in order to be useful to True Moon.
For a long time, Lin Fan had an idea.
The law takes shape.
He raised his hand as if God is building a world.
This is a world dominated by knives, and it is even more morbid to the extreme.
In an old house, a middle-aged man without arms, his eyes flushed, waiting anxiously.
"It must be a boy."
Wow!
A loud cry broke the peace.
"Ha ha ha ha..." The man who broke his arms laughed and was finally a boy. In this case, someone took over his way.
He was about to enter the delivery room. A woman on the bed was pale, but there was a smile on her face, and she looked lovingly at the baby beside him.
The man came forward and wanted to pick up the baby, but because of missing arms, he could only sit beside the bed, stretch out his feet, pick up the baby, and hold it high in his hands.
"My son, your future name is Zhenyue, inherit your black sword from your great father, and become the strongest sword saint in the world."
Wow!
Because I haven't washed my feet for a long time, the taste is a little bit big. My newborn baby vomited white foam directly and passed out.
Ten years later.
Zhenyue has become an adult and is practicing hard with a black knife.
Adhering to the will of his father, he must become the strongest sword sage and stand on top of the world.
In another ten years, it will be the world swordsmanship conference. By then, all the world's swordsman will appear on the stage. As long as you win the first place, you will become the strongest.
"I am the strongest." Zhenyue's expression was cold, and there was cold light flashing in his eyes. He took a knife from his arms.
"The Strongest Sword to Kill All People with Absolute Love"
The name of this knife is very long. He knows that the longer the name of the knife, the stronger the knife. Even, as far as he knows, he hasn’t seen a knife that is longer than the name of his knife. .
This is a knife technique he inadvertently obtained. No one told him that he was practicing alone.
"Son, how is the cultivation?" The father who lost his arms came.
Zhenyue nodded, not talking, but hiding the knife.
He remembers the first page of the knife technique.
Sever all associations with oneself,
Therefore, when he looked at his father who had lost his arms, he already had a killing intention in his eyes.
"To become stronger, to become stronger, you have to abandon everything, no one can stop me."
A month later.
Inside the house.
Blood flowed into a river.
Dead bodies can be seen everywhere, and the death phase is terrible, all killed.
A teenager was standing in the pool of blood holding a black knife. The blood dripped to the ground along the blade.
"It's absolutely unsympathetic and severing everything, is the strongest sword." Zhenyue bowed his head.
He chopped off his parents and even killed everyone who had anything to do with him, just to cut off everything and embark on an unstoppable knife path.
"Cough!"
Not far away, there was a corpse lying in the pool of blood, half of the body was cut open, but there was still a breath.
He is the father of Zhenyue, but in the face of such things, he was not angry at all, but was very pleased.
"Zhen'er, you are pleasantly surprised by your father, so pleased."
"Go on, just go on like this, you will definitely become the strongest sword saint in the world, don't go the old way of being a father."
As soon as the voice fell, he died, and was completely cool.
Ten years later.
Zhenyue's heart is unscathed, and as long as there are related people, they will all be hacked to death.
He cut from the north to the south, from the south to the west, and then from the west to the east.
All the way down, all the way, even if it is a black knife, even if it is a family black knife, it has been cut a few times. If it is not the master craftsman who repairs the black knife, I am afraid I have to change the knife several times.
"Sure enough, the knife way is to be unscrupulous and unsympathetic, and the path I take is the real knife way."
This way, the people he hacked to death really disappointed him.
What kind of relatives, what family.
There are even more ridiculous people who saw that the doormen were hacked to death by him, even abandoning their swords and not hitting them, willing to become a waste.
He sneered at it, and straightened it out.
The pinnacle battle.
He is recognized as the strongest sword saint in the world by him.
"Ha ha ha ha, I am the strongest, I am the sword saint, I walked for twenty years, and finally came to this step." Zhenyue stood on the top of the mountain, laughed in the sky, excited to the extreme.
"You don't deserve to be a saint." The strongest man who was hacked to death by him was not dead yet.
Zhenyue looked and sneered, "You are recognized as the strongest, I hack you to death, I am the strongest sword sage, even if you do not accept it, it is useless."
"The strongest? How could I be the strongest, Youyoushan, where the strongest people live, and you have gone wrong from the beginning."
"I understand. Why did Youyoushan say this to me eighteen years ago. I didn't understand before, but now I understand."
"Crazy pursuit of knife path represents an obsession with knife path, but whether knife path likes your obsession or not is still unknown."
"Young man, the knife isn't like that."
"Hahaha..."
The words just fell, once the world's strongest, burped.
"Cut, idiot, Youyoushan, let me go and see who has this ability."
Ten years later.
Zhenyue spent ten years searching for Yoyo Mountain.
In the past ten years, he is even more obsessed with the sword, and he can even give up his life and all dignity. He feels that he is a knife, and the knife is himself.
"Youyoushan."
Zhenyue looked at the blossoming flowers in front of her and covered the destinations in the mountains. The fiery flame in her heart was rising and she stepped into it.
The purpose of his coming here is very simple, is to hack the so-called strongest.
Honored with the title of Sword Saint.
A valley.
A middle-aged man took a monkey, made barbecue there, drank wine, and lived a beautiful life.
"Monkey, you eat less, you eat so much, what am I eating." The middle-aged man grabbed the grill, grabbed a large amount of meat, and stuffed it into his mouth.
Squeak!
The monkey protested, holding all the monkey wine in his arms and not giving it to the other party.
Click!
The sound of wood branches being crushed.
"You are the Sword Saint hidden in Youyou Mountain, but that's not the case anymore." Zhenyue arrived and traveled all over the mountain and saw this person.
So obviously it was the person he was looking for.
The middle-aged man had a greasy mouth and looked at Zhenyue with a smile. "Yeah, I'm the Sword Saint hidden in Youyou Mountain. It's really not very good."
Zhenyue frowned slightly, and was very disappointed, "Okay, fight me, let me hack you."
"Wait, in fact, are you wrong, I don’t fight people, and I’m not very interested in playing knives. Today I have to eat barbecue with my partner. I don’t have time to play knives. Would you like to have some food together? Not bad." The middle-aged man smiled brilliantly, did not take this matter to heart.
"It's not up to you." Zhenyue said coldly, and didn't wait for the other party to agree, just raised the knife.
He had seen the result, that this man and a monkey were cut down by him in the pool of blood.
The sword was full of force, and it was forcing them towards them.
"Squeak!"
The monkey was so annoying that he hated this man a little. He picked up a small knife next to the meat and squeaked, chopping towards the real moon as simple as that.
"Ok?"
Zhenyue didn't pay attention, but when he collided with the knife, his face suddenly changed.
A horrible knife attack struck him, and he quickly backed away.
"This monkey has a problem." Zhenyue dignified.
The middle-aged man looked at Zhenyue, "Young man, don't be so irritable, you have a problem with your cultivation, and I feel that the knife doesn't seem to like you very much. It's wishful thinking that you pursue it like this."
"You fart." Zhenyue roared, but with a click, he took the black knife in his hand, and the dense cracks appeared. He was shocked, and he stepped back and left the place.
"Wait for me, I will come back."
The middle-aged man hurriedly shouted: "Don't come, I'm not very interested in playing the knife, so I just play it occasionally."
Just for Zhenyue, he didn't even hear it.
In the next thirty years.
The real moon is basically come once a month, but each time it fails miserably.
Even the middle-aged man didn't do it, basically the animals around him.
It used to be a monkey, then a snake, a tiger, and even a snake.
The most terrifying thing is that a slow-moving turtle actually stood on its hind legs and held a knife, cutting it with great force.
It was easy to hack the opponent to death, but it was only after fighting that he was severely injured.
"Why? Why is that?"
Zhenyue couldn't understand it. He pursued the knife madly and reached a terrible point, but he still lost so miserably.
But this time, instead of retreating, he looked at each other angrily.
"Why didn't you shoot, even if you lost in your hands, I recognized it, how can I see the strongest knife?" Zhenyue roared.
The middle-aged man is very embarrassed. "Actually, you misunderstood. I am really not interested in playing sword. You may not believe it. I have never deliberately practiced swordsmanship, and I will feel it one day. I will play twice. For thirty years, every time you come is wrong, I have no idea of ​​playing a knife."
"Can't you have it now?" Zhenyue said.
"No, but it did exist a few days ago, but it's a pity that you weren't there." The middle-aged man said.
"You..." Zhenyue left, he will not give up, he is the sword saint, the strongest sword saint.
Twenty years ago.
Zhenyue's face was aging, her head was already white, and she even bowed her back.
He grinded with Youyoushan for decades, and the grinds are already old, and he can hardly mention the knife in his hand.
"You... why is it exactly the same as it was a few decades ago." Zhenyue asked with a trembling voice.
The appearance of the middle-aged man has not changed, and he is still very young.
"Smile for a little less than ten years, and sorrow for a while. I am very happy every day. It must be very young. How old are you?" the man asked.
"Eighty." Zhenyue replied.
"Oh, it's still very young. I'm old. I'm more than 170 years old. By the way, do you eat barbecue? The barbecue I made tastes great, but I still don't have the idea of ​​playing a knife today." Middle-aged The man said.
And at this time.
Zhenyue's expressionless stunned place ~EbookFREE.me~ seemed to be in a kind of contemplation.
"Hahahaha..."
"Why is this happening, I have pursued the knife all my life, how come to the end, but this is still the case."
Zhenyue loosened the black knife in her hand and looked up to the sky, tears fell in the corner of her eyes, very sad.
"Actually, you have gone wrong. The knife is spiritual. If you are entangled with others, even your closest relatives will annoy you, at least give them a little room to breathe, so mentality is the most important thing."
"I still say that, I'm not interested in playing knives."
The middle-aged man thought, what a pitiful child, is eighty, and he hasn't figured it out yet, how low is this IQ.
Zhenyue didn't say anything, but turned and left here.
One hundred years later.
In a valley.
A young man pursued the sword technique with a long name, and tried hard to cultivate.
Later, I came to this valley to challenge the strongest here.
In the valley, a man soaked in hot springs and enjoyed life.
And not far away, a black knife was placed there quietly.
"I'm going to hack you," the young man said.
The man soaking in the hot spring looked at the other person, "Young man, I am soaking in the hot spring, there is no interest in playing the knife, you are looking for the wrong person."
"Also, I think your knife seems tired, you should let him rest and enjoy life."
Lin Fan floated in the air, witnessing this reincarnation exhibition, he was smiling, but then, he was a little dignified.
"No, there is no such thing as a long mountain in this round."
He didn't understand.
Reincarnation freed him from his control and even exhibited on his own.
This is something that would never happen before.
what's going on.
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