Chapter 002: The Sword Technique of Time and Space Reversal (This chapter is free)

The dark night sky, dark clouds pressed against the top, and the light in the whole world became extremely dim.

On a top of thousands of meters above sea level, a man stood proudly like snow. His clothes fluttered in the wind, setting off the lonely and towering mountain around him, and a feeling of looking down on the world but loneliness arises.

In the hands of the man in white, there was an extremely dark knife, as if it had merged with the surrounding night. However, the hands holding the knife were extremely pale. The sharp contrast between black and pale exuded a strong breath of death, which seemed to have dropped a little.

The man in white at this time, whose pale face was staring tightly in the air. A strong sense of fighting shot out from his extremely dark eyes, mixed with anger and indomitableness.

At this moment, it seemed that the sky was angry by the arrogance of the man in white. A rumbling thunder suddenly sounded, followed by several thick lightnings roaring at the man in white.

The power of the world is so terrifying. Amid the crackling lightning, a breath that seemed to destroy everything surged out wildly, making the surrounding space seem to be twisted at this moment.

The disdain in the eyes of the man in white was even stronger. He curled his lips and suddenly moved his right hand, and a sword light as snow flashed instantly, just like the brightest stars in the night sky, embellishing the originally pitch-black night sky like day. Even the originally amazingly bright light was eclipsed under the sword light.

No sound came out, and the several scattered lightnings, which were extremely powerful, instantly dissipated under the casual knife of the man in white.

And at this moment, the surrounding space suddenly felt a strong twist, and a terrifyingly large black vortex suddenly appeared. Before the man in white could react, he was sucked in.

On the original top, only one knife was left, a knife that was pitch black as if it was representing death...

These pictures flashed very quickly, but they all disappeared in an instant. But Fu Hao felt as if after a century, a broken memory emerged instantly, which made him stunned.

The man in white above the top was him.

Moreover, the strange dreams he had in the past two days and the abnormalities he felt were not illusions. Fu Hao actually came from a completely different world.

And the reason is obviously caused by the last black vortex.

But unfortunately, it is impossible to know the situation after entering the vortex. The only thing Fu Hao can know is that he has no idea why. After entering the vortex, his ** was obviously completely annihilated, but his soul was strangely preserved and entered his current body.

But unexpectedly, after the terrifying spatial reversal, the memories in Fu Hao's soul were already incomplete. He can only know that he was also surnamed Fu before, and was a master of swords. In order to pursue the legendary peak realm, he went to the top. As for everything else, it completely disappeared.

Of course, Fu Hao still remembers one thing, that is, the sword technique that accompanied him throughout his life, which was the culprit of this tragedy.

The knife that accidentally killed Feng Lang just now was also this kind of instinctive awakening.

Due to the incomplete memory, Fu Hao did not feel too much discomfort or dissatisfaction at this time, but just felt a little strange.

What he didn't expect was that the time and space reversal that seemed to exist only in legends and myths would actually happen to him.

After experiencing a reversal, Fu Hao felt very grateful that he could survive.

As for losing a lot of memories, Fu Hao felt that it was nothing. It was already good to be able to live, so how could he dare to ask for too much? What's more, a newborn is a newborn, and he should abandon everything before.

In these two lives, Fu Hao's personality seems to have the kind of peace of mind and a strong sense of tenacity!

However, Fu Hao was very interested in the stunning sword light that had just killed Feng Lang.

On the one hand, although it was the inheritance of his obsessed personality about swordsmanship in his previous life. On the other hand, although Fu Hao was an ordinary servant in a valley and looked stupid, he was not a person with incompetence. He had a natural yearning for becoming a strong man, and he also had a strong curiosity towards the world outside the mountains.

It was only because Fu Hao was still young and Uncle Lin always thought that he had no ability to keep him in hand, so he didn't let him go out at all.

However, at this time Fu Hao thought that his previous life would be a powerful sword master, especially the sword that could even be scattered by the sky-high lightning, which made his blood that had originally cooled down boil again, and immediately entered deep thought and recalled the sword technique.

Due to meditation, Fu Hao did not notice that two people were walking towards him not far from the mountain road.

It was a man and a woman. The man was about forty years old. He was tall and burly, with a thick and generous appearance. He was wearing a white armor and a wide-blade-handed sword on his back. He exuded a very domineering aura.

The woman looked very young, about her twenties, with long red hair fluttering in the wind, and her appearance was extremely charming. Her tight leather armor outlined her figure so slim and sensation.

On this rare mountain road, this person who dressed far differently than the mountain people suddenly appeared. It seemed very strange, but what was even more strange was that the speed of these two people reached a very terrifying level.

Although it seemed that the two of them were just chatting leisurely, as long as they were a little careful observation, they would be shocked to find that the men and women, every step they took were more than ten meters away. They were originally hundreds of meters away from Fu Hao, but they had already arrived in an instant.

“Huh?”

Seeing Fu Hao who was still in a daze and the corpse of Fenglang in front of him with blood stains that had not dried up, the red-haired woman suddenly exclaimed, staring at the cutout of Fenglang's corpse for several times, a look of surprise suddenly flashed in her eyes, and she asked softly at Fu Hao: "Little brother, did you kill this Fenglang?"

The rough and prosperous man beside him also looked solemn at this moment, with a strange look in his eyes.

It's just a pity that Fu Hao was still immersed in his thoughts at this time, and he didn't pay any attention to the fact that there were two strange-dressed people around him. In addition, Fu Hao's original appearance looked a little stupid, and his daze at this moment was undoubtedly like a silly child in the mountains.

And he is now fourteen years old. He has practiced for more than twenty years. Even if he has mastered it, he will probably have no place to use it!

The sword that killed Fenglang in the morning was just a kind of awakening of the instinct of the previous life when the two souls had just merged. Now that the soul has been completely merged, it is undoubtedly a dream to use that sword again!

Could it be that I have no chance of being a knife in this life? Fu Hao sighed helplessly. He, who was extremely obsessed with the knife in his soul, did not want to give up easily, frowned and thought hard again.

After an entire hour, Fu Hao's eyes suddenly lit up, and he felt a sudden joy in his heart. Three big words suddenly appeared in his mind.

Knife control technique!
Chapter completed!