Chapter 1772: Knife

The old man touched the beard on his chin, and his old eyes kept rolling, looking at my face for a while, then looking behind me again, about two or three minutes before he said: "How the messenger poses like this, you There is a great kindness with me, if there is something to be done, but it is by order."
"Don't dare to be so presumptuous" I hurriedly bowed: "It is not me who is gracious to all the families, but your majesty. I am just a messenger of the order. How dare to call you old at will, it is a shame to me. Actually The younger generation really asked you to speak so presumptuously. I hope you don’t blame it."
The old man closed his eyelids slightly, closed into a seam, squinted at me for a while, and smiled: "But please tell me and listen."
I coughed lightly and said: "The junior is not talented, born as a wandering adventurer, all his skills are based on imagination. When fighting against the enemy, most of it relies on reaction, and there is no decent move to defeat the enemy. If you were kind to me today and asked me to meet your old man, I hope your old man will not hesitate to enlighten me, so that I can make the younger generation a little decent move so that I won’t make people laugh.
The old man’s expression was calm and there was no turbulence. He must have been prepared for me to worship him as a teacher. No wonder, he just looked behind me many times, thinking he was observing the big sword on my back, since his ancestor is four. Xilan, one of the sword masters, can certainly think of me asking him for an art.
Facing the old man's pensive expression, I kept beating my heart.
I don't know the Hefeng Continent very well, but I know it on the blue planet-the more subtle the skills, the more reluctant to spread it.
If the old man and the famous sects of the blue planet are not willing to spread the sword technique, then I have to do it, after all, it is not a beautiful thing to force it, and it may be bad.
I was worried, and kept looking at the old man’s expression. I didn’t know that the old man’s expression was like an ancient well. Not only did he not fluctuate, he didn’t even tremble his eyebrows. If he couldn’t feel his steady breathing, I would think he had already driven west. Up.
After an unknown period of time, the old man raised his head and his face was calm, but his eyebrows revealed an indescribable dignity. He solemnly said: "The ancestor Xilan's sword technique has always been regarded by the family as Missin... .."
I immediately felt a chill: It's over, this matter is no more.
The old man continued: "...for thousands of years it has not been shown to outsiders, let alone taught to others."
After listening, I was extremely disappointed and sighed. Just about to speak, I saw the old man's old eyes flashing a few times and said: "It is impossible to teach you the technique of the sword, but today's good things are imminent. I can't sleep well when I am old. In the open space, practice a sword technique handed down from the ancestors, not only to prevent the ancestral sword technique from becoming unfamiliar, but also to express my feelings at the moment."
This makes a thousand turns and twists and turns, and it makes me fall into an ice cave for a while, and it makes me happy again. This old man, changing his method to play tricks on me such a junior, is simply unscrupulous!
I was overjoyed, while secretly blaming the old man for tricking people, while busy taking off the big sword on my back and offering it with both hands.
Although the Odachi is quite critical, but the situation is urgent now. Apart from it, there is no second Dachi, and I can only feel wronged by it.
Taking the big sword and weighing it twice, the old man smiled and said: "Good sword, this big sword, I am afraid it is not from the hands of ordinary masters."
Hearing this, I was a little embarrassed: "Fortunately for the younger generation to say bluntly, I don't know who made this knife. It was just a coincidence that came into my hand..."
"A coincidence?" The old man's eyes flickered, and he obviously didn't believe my explanation: "In today's world, I am afraid that no one can create such a powerful sword."
My eyes twitched, and I froze in place for an instant, not knowing what to answer.
What the old man said is clear. Since no one in the world can create this kind of knife, there are only two possibilities. One is to collect the knife from everyone, and the other is to dig a grave and steal it.
Since he is called a collector, he will naturally not give such a treasure to others, so there is no need to think about it. It must be the second way.
I scratched my head awkwardly, smiled, and said, "Your old man clearly sees that this is indeed what I brought out of the tomb."
The old man didn't care. He waved his hand and said, "The weapon does not belong to only one person. What's more, a good knife of such a quality, for a good knife, buried deep in the mud is regarded as a funerary, and it must be a violent thing. Now, in the hands of treacherous lunatics, I am afraid that there will be a lot of killings and misfortunes everywhere. Now that it falls in your hands, it can be regarded as a famous sword encountering the master, and it will live up to the evil spirit of this sword."
After all, he didn't say much, took a pose, and began to practice his own swordsmanship.
Although I didn't use the power of fading, the old man's knife technique made me secretly surprised.
Xilan is worthy of being a master of swordsmanship, whether it is the study of sword technique or the understanding of Tai sword, it is as simple as incredible.
But seeing the old man's knives connected into one piece, like a armor, he wrapped his body tightly without revealing the slightest flaw. After dancing like this for a while, he suddenly changed his skills. The big sword in his hand is like a spear and spear, opening it wide, The air within two meters in front of me was stirred up in turbulence and screamed. As I secretly sighed that the power of opening mountains and cracking rocks was filled between these moves, the old man's moves changed again, and the blade was like a line. Every time it strokes the air, there is only a slight undetectable whistle. This whistle sounds like a girl's breath, but it is actually a sonic boom when it rubs against the air.
The knife was so fast that just as the sonic boom sounded, the blade had already left its original trajectory and entered the next move. The knife technique was so strange that there was no trace and irregularity to find.
As an adventurer, I know that if I want to break the move, I need to find the flaw first, and if I want to find the flaw, I must first find out the trajectory of the knife. However, in the face of such an invisible sword technique, how should I respond?
It's not impossible. As long as I have absolute crushing strength, anything can be done. However, the question is, if my opponent is equal to me and possesses such martial skills, what should I do?
After thinking about it, I can't help but feel surprised. Fortunately, I haven't encountered any descendants of famous families along the way. It seems that I choose not to provoke large guilds is still a very wise choice, at least I can avoid a lot of edge.
The old man’s knife skills are sharp and very secretive. It seems to be out of order, but there is a hidden mystery. I am obsessed and horrified. Suddenly, my eyes are full of the dark shadow of the Dadai sword and the old man’s constantly changing body. shape.
Before I knew it, in my mind, some images that I had never had before came out of thin air. These images were so familiar to my eyes, I thought about it carefully, and only then discovered that these effects are the same as the old man's moves!
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