Vol 3 Chapter 1057: Knife friends

The mighty sounds overlapped and filled the entire city of Tianding, which lasted for two hours.
The old man is sacred, the knife king , this kind of wonders, slowly disappeared, and the heavens and the earth returned to calm.
The warrior of Tianding City, the thoughts in the heart, can not be calm for a long time.
After this day, the status of Tianding City in the Xuan domain knife sharply, soaring, even in the sacred first sacred place of the knife, the sword knife Wang Xiao Xiaotian jurisdiction of the Tiandao City is comparable.
In the center of the square, under the 18 stone pillars, Bailang and his party slowly opened their eyes.
As the arrogance of the younger generation, they accepted the ancient holy at a close distance, and they must have more sentiments than ordinary people. Everyone has what they have obtained, and their faces are full of satisfaction.
The last one of Xiao Chen squinted, and in the spring of the dew, he absorbed a huge amount of liquid, and his understanding was amazing.
The different knives of the eighteen ancient knives are all remembered by him. There is no omission in one word. Once you return, you can write it immediately and it will be a valuable asset.
Anyone present is not as talented as he is. Even if it is a white wave, he will remember five different knives, which are far more than ordinary people.
Hey!
"This cup of tea, I respect you, formally apologize to Xiao brother.
Bai Mou did not know Taishan, let the people in the world smirk, and hope that Xiaoxiong forgive me.

Bai Lang opened his eyes and personally took a cup of tea and flew toward Xiao Chen.
I can afford to put it down, and after seeing Xiao Chen’s rumor above the knife, I immediately apologized for the tea, and there was no shelf.
Opening , let the eighteen ancient people sacred, across the sound of time and space, while descending to Tianding City, this is not a knife, there is no knife in the world.
Everyone apologized for the white wave, there was no contempt and ridicule.
When Xiao Chen reached for a hand, he caught the cup and took a sip to put it on the table: "No matter, Bai Xi is a real knife, I can understand your thoughts."
The white waves nodded slightly and nodded, and continued to say: "There is no shortage of knives.
It’s a bright spot, there’s no one before, no realism.
I listen to your doubts in the second half, and I have some opinions in my heart. I want to discuss one or two with Xiao Xiong.

Xiao Chen’s heart moved and smiled;
But it’s no problem, all of you, what do you think, and you want to speak freely.

"The second half of yours is mainly focused on a few issues. Let me talk about the first one. Take the knife as a knife and use the knife as a knife. How should the knife in the hand be?"
The white wave paused for a moment and seemed to be pondering the tone. Then I said: "I think this question is a bit of a match, and it is with our knife.
The knife is a part of the body. The old saying goes, the knife is in the person, the knife is dead, and it is this.

Xiao Chen’s eyes are bright, if you think about it, you can use it as a knife, the hair can be a knife, and the clothes can be a knife.
But why can't you use a knife as a knife, but the knife is a knife, because this point is going to wrap yourself in.
Think of the knife as the same thing as the hairline, the knife in the hand, how to deal with it, this problem will not be broken.
The flame knife Wang Mensheng Lin Yan, smiled and said: "I have no doubt about the lack of way, so-called perfect.
It doesn't have to be perfect to be perfect. There is nothing in the world, but there may not be perfect things. Perfection is not necessarily without defects.

"Like Xiaoxiong, the previous Mingyue, I feel that it is the perfect month. If it is perfect, it will be natural."
There is no shortage of knives. There has never been such a way in the world. Even the swords of the 18 ancient knives are all inclusive.
In the discussion of being able to participate in this kind of knives, there is a feeling of creating history. It can be foreseen that there is no shortage of knives. Once it reaches the summit, it will surely be famous and left a thick ink on the martial arts era.
The swordsmen present were quite excited and enthusiastic to speak, and whether they were right or wrong, at least the way for Xiao Chen to open up, from the perspective of others, always see something different.
At the end, after the topic ended, Bailang put down the teacup, and the palm of the hand gently patted on the table, placed next to the knives, tied with a sheath, slammed, immersed in an inch, inserted in the high platform.
Hey!
The rest of the people, as they did, took their respective knives on the stone platform. For a time, the knives and sizzles, the strong swords, and the chatter in the field.
Xiao Chen’s heart is clear, this is the second process of the tea party. It’s also the highlight of the tea party.
After all, it’s good to say it, you have to fight it to see the effect.
A slight movement, the moon shadow knife is attached to the sheath, the same high platform.
"The wind is very popular, and I have heard a lot of names. Can you enlighten me?"
Everyone's knife, after the high platform, a tall and thin man in a long-sleeved shirt, began to fight against the wind.
Feng Xingsheng smiled and said: "I can't talk about it, just learn it."
Hey!
At the same time, the two men lifted up and reached for a stroke. The two knives flashed, the sound of the knives rang, and the two men were above the sky, and they began to move quickly.
Everyone below, slightly looking up, can see clearly, from time to time with friends around, comment one or two.
The battle between the two is remarkable, but the popularity is obviously higher.
He is very clear about his talents, the knife of the wind, only take a point as a breakthrough and enlightenment, it is a light breeze.
In the lingering breeze, the knife is everywhere, in the gentleness, everywhere is murder.
After two hundred strokes, the opponent took the initiative to admit defeat, and the two men returned to the scabbard.
After that, the tea party began to climax, the various knives, debut, Xiao Chen one by one in the eyes, let him the most impressive is the flame knife king and Thunder knife king's students, Lin Yan and solitary.
Several people have been fighting against each other, and both of them have lost within a hundred strokes.
The thunder and the flames of the road, in the two men's knives, each played to the extreme, rolling flames like a volcanic eruption, a knife fell, red clouds, it is full of ten miles, the sound is amazing.
What makes Xiao Chen care more is naturally that the descendants of Thunder Knife King are alone. His true element is the property of Ray, and the will to comprehend is the will of the Thunder. Of course, it must be compared with this person.
The solitary knife method makes Xiao Chen's eyes shine, and the thunder knife that the other side comprehends is described by two words: speed and explosion.
The world often uses lightning to describe it. One person is fast to the extreme, and his knife is almost at its best.
It must be considered that only the speed is also a big mistake. It is explosive in the air, and it is equally horrible, and the Tianding Square is shaken violently.
The power of the Thunder is not only the speed and the outbreak, but Xiao Chen has experienced the thunder and has suffered the baptism of thousands of Thunder.
However, the other party must know this principle. After all, there is a great emperor who can understand the truth that greed and chew is not bad. Only these two characteristics can be used to the extreme.
In the heart of Xiao Chen, I can't help but compare this person with An Junxi. If the two fight, it will be quite exciting.
"Xiao Chen, your high talk, let people have nothing to say.
I don't know if there are some real tricks at the bottom of the hand. I am Jiangchengzi and would like to ask you a few tricks.

Ghost Jiangchengzi, looking directly at Xiao Chen, challenged him.
Everyone was very interested, and there was no shortage of knives. The theory is high. In the end, it is still necessary to rely on combat power to be convincing.
Xiao Chen readily accepted and said: "Please!"
Hey!
The ghostly flash of the body, Jiang Chengzi has already stood in the air, the long black knife inserted in the ground, already in the palm of his hand, not waiting for Xiao Chen to get up, he will fleeting, toward the morning of the tea table Killed the past.
The whole body is lingering, the rich atmosphere of death, coming out, and the horror scene of the Shenluo purgatory, which is followed by a black knife, has been killed by Xiao Chen.
Xiao Chen reached out and reached the top of the other's knife. In the sea, the Thunder was running, and in the sky, thousands of peach blossoms slowly fell, and Xiao Chen’s body was filled with endless power. .
In the spring, everything is reviving, when the vitality is the strongest, waiting for the peach blossoms to become forest, ten fragrances.
When Xiao Chen reached out and sent it, he would give Jiang Chengzi some unruly swords to fly out.
Stretching a hand, thousands of peach blossoms into a branch, falling between the of Xiao Chen, gently, then sent to the retreating Jiangchengzi.
clang!
Jiang Chengzi crossed the knife in front, forming a dark knife curtain, trying to block this small peach.
Who knows that the peach blossoms are blooming, the spring knife that is complemented, the power contained is far beyond his expectations.
He was directly blown out, and the Shenluo Purgatory behind him was even more likely to fall apart.
Xiao Chen didn't give him the opportunity to make up his mistakes. He jumped into the air, and the bright knife light bloomed from his body. He slammed and slashed his sword into a knife. He swept away from the eight sides and made people feel awkward. Do not open your eyes.
The knife of the summer, the knife of the autumn, the knife of the winter, the continuous use, the four seasons are intact, interlocking.
Among the pieces of snow, Jiangchengzi's mouth is covered with a trace of blood, and his body is covered with frost. On his chest, there is a dragonfly carved in ice.
Jiang Chengzi has some unwillingness: "I admit defeat!"
Only four strokes, in addition to the initial destruction of Jiangchengzi rules, took the lead in the first opportunity, they were suppressed by Xiao Chen's innocent knife, and there was no chance of rebellion.
The silence on the scene, Jiang Chengzi's rapid defeat, it is surprising.
After this war, I was afraid that no one would dare any more, and Xiao Xiao had no fighting power.
Xiao Chen reached out and took a trick, and the ice on his chest fell into the palm of his hand: "Carrying."
The long clothes are lightly dancing, and Xiao Chen has no difficulty in the other side.
There was no white wave that had been shot, and there was a spark in his eyes. He got up and said: "Xiao Xiong, how have we been to two tricks?"
Except for Xiao Chen, who has the highest strength in the field, it is a white wave. It is very likely that Bai Lang has also realized the soul of the knife.
The interest of the knife at the scene was immediately picked up.
Xiao Chen’s heart was moved, and he was very interested in the proposal of Bai Lang. There are quite a lot of people here, but he can really let him enjoy the battle.
But just as he was about to give his promise, a discordant voice suddenly sounded off the field.