The Last Knife

After a clear sound,

The two of them replied to their previous state of confrontation from a distance, as if they had never taken any action.

Song Que stood with a knife, looked at Qin Fan with his eyes and said with a smile:

"I admire you, there are endless changes in my knife."

"But you are actually enough to break through all my changes with one sword, which is really admirable!"

After hearing what Song Que said, Qin Fan also smiled:

"I'm also very eye-opening. After getting the knife, I forgot the knife, and after getting the Dharma, I forgot the Dharma, so I use the knife to be the most important thing!"

"But if there is only intention, it falls into traces, and if there is no intention, it will be lost."

"The most important thing is between intentional or unintentional. If you understand this artistic conception, you understand it. If you don't understand it, you don't understand it!"

Song Que suddenly burst into laughter after hearing this.

His eyes were filled with joy, and he looked at Qin Fan and said:

"No, not bad, you really understand. I'm all about this!"

"The next seventh knife, be careful!"

Zheng!

Song Que actually returned the knife in his hand into the scabbard.

Facing Qin Fan, a huge aura naturally emerged from his body.

Covering Qin Fan!

Holding the sword and waiting intently, Qin Fan knew in his heart that when Song Que was unsheathed with the next sword,

It will inevitably be an invincible and terrifying knife that will thrive on the sky and the earth.

quiet,

It is so quiet that it makes people feel distressed!

Everyone at the scene did not dare to make any other sounds.

I was afraid that I would disturb the two of them’s battle, and even if there was, I would be subconsciously blocked by the two of them!

Something in the sky floated over a cloud, temporarily covering the sun.

After a moment,

The cloud in the sky drifted away with the wind again.

The sun shines on Song Que's knife, and the cold light of the knife reflects in Qin Fan's eyes.

Zheng!

With a clang, the sky knife was unsheathed!

Everything can only be described in one word, fast. Song Que's knife is hard to see clearly with the naked eye.

When everyone heard the sound of the knife, the knife in Song Que's hand had already left the sheath and slashed it out early!

The long sword turned into a lightning-like flying rainbow,

Slashing towards Qin Fan,

It cut through the three feet of void, and was like a meteor from the sky, carrying an extremely amazing momentum towards Qin Fan!

The moment this knife was slashed,

Qin Fan only felt all the airflow and vitality around him.

They all seemed to be sucked away by Song Que's earth-shaking knife.

Vitality is gone,

The world is filled with dead silence, only the horror of death and solemn death.

This knife was like a death-like sword, and there was no trace of vitality in it.

Feeling Song Que's sword,

The sword in Qin Fan's hand,

A mysterious trace was passed in the air.

The sword of death is also the artistic conception of death.

Qin Fan's sword,

It's like the sword technique in hell,

The moment of stabbing,

There is only death left in the world, and there is nothing else except death.

Song Que's sword,

It is the sword technique that is unbeaten and will win in a hundred battles.

The murderous aura carried by one knife extinguished all the vitality.

But Qin Fan's sword,

But it is with the intent of Wusheng, Wusheng is the sword that symbolizes death, the way of death.

One sword, one sword,

Great skill is as clumsy,

No complicated or wonderful changes are seen!

But the ever-changing changes are already all in it, just like the infinite world and the universe.

Swords and swords are sharp,

Only a loud bang was heard,

The energy flowed and rolled, and then the two of them retreated as if they were electrocuted.

After separation, there was a dead silent silence.

Song Que lowered his head and looked at the knife in his hand, then suddenly raised his head, his eyes full of strange expressions.

He stared at Qin Fan and then laughed:

"Okay, okay, okay! You are the first person to defeat me in moves!"

The sword of unbeaten in a hundred battles was the first defeat against Qin Fan's death sword.

Hearing Song Que's words,

Qin Fan did not speak. This was just the seventh knife, and there were two more knifes next!

Is it more powerful than the knife just now?

However, Qin Fan was not afraid in his heart, he had only expectations and excitement!

Seeing Qin Fan lifting the sword and swinging it again, Song Que swung the knife in his hand again without even a single moment.

Under the sun,

Song Que's sword was swung,

It was like an invisible net of air, like a silkworm sprinkling silk, covering Qin Fan.

The moment this sword was cut,

Only my belief was the only one who cut out time with one sword, as if it was still, Qin Fan stood there without moving at all!

wind,

Silent at the same time.

Song Que smiled sternly,

The whole person jumped up, and the sky knife in his hand reached the top of his head.

Point straight to the sky,

Then he changed to holding the knife in both hands and slashing towards Qin Fan like lightning.

A stern look in his eyes,

The sword in Qin Fan's hand suddenly raised his finger,

The golden light burst out from the long sword in Qin Fan's hand, like a dazzling sun, with dazzling light.

The sword and the blade collided with a clang,

No one can describe that kind of brilliance, and no one can forget the glory of this moment.

Qin Fan only felt a powerful force coming from the hilt of the sword.
To be continued...