"Your Highness! What's wrong with you?" Old Qing looked anxious, and he was deeply puzzled by the situation at this time. He could not imagine that such a change would occur if he just copied a word simply and could not even write a few strokes.

After a long time, Shui Qianyue gradually came to her senses and murmured: "Knife, I saw an extremely terrifying knife."

"Knife?" Old Qing said solemnly: "You mean, there is a layer of knife intention hidden in this text?"

Shui Qianyue nodded, but shook her head and said, "Yes, it's not, it seems like a knife intent, but it's more like a real knife."

"The real knife?" Old Qing suddenly became even more confused.

Knife and knife intention are naturally two different concepts. Knife intention is empty, using words to control the meaning, and using calligraphy to hide the knife intention. He has never seen such a method. For example, the master of the sword sect in the Guiyuan Sect, the powerful Nirvana realm warrior, can do this. Or the master of the sword sect can also hide some of his sword intent in calligraphy and painting...

But if we say that there is a knife hidden in calligraphy that is really like a real one, he has never heard of it even if he has seen it.

"What kind of mystery is hidden in that text?" Old Qing frowned deeply, but his eyes couldn't help but fall on the first word on the animal skin paper.

That character is not too complicated, it looks like the word "Tian". It is just below the word "Tian", and there is another horizontal line, and there are three extremely inconsistent vertical lines in the middle. The writing is vigorous and powerful, with a full brushwork, giving people a sense of heaviness and fullness.

Such a word may be no less than those real calligraphy masters in the dynasty. But if you say that such a word can hurt people, even if you see a real knife from that stroke, Old Qing would never believe it.

However, just as he tried to copy this word in his mind, he suddenly felt that his eyes went dark, and then the scene in front of him suddenly changed. However, what he saw was not a knife, but a world!

It was an extremely dark world, without starlight and moonlight, the earth was dead grass, and it was scorched earth. Purple thunder danced and roared wildly in the thick and dark sky from time to time.

Suddenly, a blood-colored divine sword slashed from the nine heavens, directly splitting the entire world in half. A huge crack appeared in the sky, and a golden divine light flashed through the cracks. Magma rolled on the earth, swallowing all things and turning into scorched earth...

Old Qing suddenly shook his whole body and took three steps backwards, falling on the bluestone slab in the square. The spiritual power in his chest rolled violently uncontrollably, and a mouthful of blood was irrepressible to suppress itself.

He must have suffered severe internal injuries, and his qi and blood rolled in his body like raging waves. But at this moment, he seemed to be unaware of his injuries, but he looked scared on his face, and his pupils in his eyes even magnified in an instant, and then magnified again!

Qin Feng noticed something faintly, and he stood up for a long time, raised his two fingers of the middle and ate. He pointed it at Mr. Qing for a few moments, and then forced Mr. Qing back from that extremely mysterious world.

"This...what is wrong?" Shui Qianyue looked nervous. She originally felt that she had written a faint stroke, but was shocked by an extremely terrifying and sequential knife. This was an extremely strange thing. However, she did not expect that the old man Qing, who had the cultivation level of the Zhenwu realm, would just copy that word in his heart and figure out the deep meaning of the word, and would suffer such severe injuries.

Old Qing coughed violently and coughed up some blood, but he still didn't care about his injuries. He just trembled in a trembling voice: "The world...a broken world...a doomsday..."

"The world? Are you sure it's not a knife?" After Shui Qianyue confirmed that Mr. Qing's injury was not too serious, she asked in confusion.

Old Qing said: "That word for a whole is a world."

Qin Feng heard the conversation between the two and raised his eyebrows and said, "One stroke makes a knife, and one word makes a world. It seems that the cultivation level of this ghost craftsman martial saint is higher than I originally thought."

However, although he was praising the extraordinary level of the Ghost Martial Saint, he turned his head and looked at the words on the animal paper again without fear. There was a hint of provocation in his eyes.

Soon, he also saw the sword, the dark and broken world. When the ruthless blood knife cut through the sky, he seemed to be unable to resist the terrifying momentum of the sword. He took a step back slightly and retreated from the world in the wonderful words.

However, unlike Shui Qianyue and Qing Lao, he was not injured, and there was no look of horror on his face. Instead, he felt extremely excited and extremely itchy.

His hands were itchy, yes. As the peak of the Martial Saint, Qin Feng, who had even entered the divine realm with half his foot, although his life after his rebirth was pretty good, he always felt a deep sense of loneliness, or frustration in his heart.

It was a kind of lonely life when he was a rare opponent. Looking at the people he met at this time or the people he could come into contact with, such as Yi Tianxing, the Nirvana realm warrior, is at its peak.

However, even the most peak Nirvana warrior is only a junior who has never touched the way of heaven in his eyes. In terms of profound knowledge and understanding of practice, he is far from comparable to his. Therefore, in terms of practice, he has a loneliness that is difficult to find an opponent.

However, what made him feel extremely aggrieved was that even though he understood the way of heaven, he had turned around and reborn after all. The strength of the spirit sea, the gap in cultivation, and even the gap in status and status all determined that he would not be able to confront the real strong men on the continent. Even if one day later, he met those powerful men who were above the martial saints, those strong men were too lazy to pay attention to him who had only the Xuanling Realm cultivation level now.

So, he was very itchy and very itchy.

But the current word can satisfy his needs slightly. Because he already knew that on that small piece of animal skin paper and on the short eighty-one words, there was a unique divine idea left by a peak martial saint in ancient times.

What he has to do now is to have a confrontation with the peak martial saint who has no spiritual power or power, and only at the level of consciousness.

"Get a pen!" Thinking of this, Qin Feng could no longer suppress the thoughts in his heart, so his voice was trembling a little.

"Bi?" Shui Qianyue was slightly stunned when she heard this. She was shocked by a blood knife in the word because she wrote a stroke. Qing Lao, who had the cultivation level of Zhenwu, was even more disturbed by the deep meaning of the word because of a few words, and suffered heavy injuries. Under such circumstances, should Qin Feng insist on copying that word?

"Why did he have to take the risk of doing this? Do he deliberately show off his power?" Shui Qianyue's puzzled eyes fell on Qin Feng.

However, she did not see any intentional show off or deliberately expressing her extraordinary emotions in the boy's eyes. In fact, the boy didn't need to do that at all, because he was very extraordinary, so why did he need to use writing to express his extraordinaryness?

She couldn't see any fear and hesitation in the boy's eyes, as if these very strange and dangerous words were not dangerous to the boy.

What she saw was just a desire. The boy looked at that pair of words, like a drunkard who had not drunk alcohol for three years, looking at a jar of famous and famous wine in a tic-toe cellar, like a hungry wolf staring at his prey, or a person trapped in a poor and miserable land, staring at a stunning beauty for many years, with a terrible light in his eyes.

"For you." Frightened by Qin Feng's extremely urgent and terrifying gaze, Shui Qianyue handed out the pen in her hand and a brand new and traceless snow wave paper.

Qin Feng sat on the ground. Although he seemed very urgent, he was extremely serious in smoothing the piece. He picked up the pen and dipped it in ink until there was no wrinkle on the paper. Sixty-eight strange big characters kept flashing in his sea of ​​consciousness with many strange pictures.

Qin Feng held the pen in his hand tightly and hovered over the paper, but did not move for a long time.

Smack...

Because of the long hovering, a drop of ink gently dripped along the tip of the pen on the snow-white snow-wave paper, showing a small ink dot.

And while the ink drops, Qin Feng felt the terrifying scene of the sword falling from the sky and then piercing through the sky and earth. It was also at this moment that Qin Feng's mouth suddenly raised and he sneered: "Why, can you bully me without weapons?"

Without any hesitation or hesitation, as he finished his words, the pen in his hand was already tapping like lightning. No, that was not a dot, but an extremely sharp stab in the sword technique! The target he stabbed was the small ink dot on the snow-wave paper.

The pen is like a sword. The pen tip is extremely tough, and a very powerful horizontal stroke was drawn on the white paper. The horizontal horizontal line looked like a magic sword blocking the sword.

However, the long sword that tore the sky apart from the dark sky was not afraid at all, and it penetrated the divine sword that was rising straight down like an unstoppable lightning!

Qin Feng was not panicked at all, calmly used his pen and added another horizontal stroke. It was still a sword. But the snow sword was domineering, and it was extremely powerful to break through the sword again, and it was still straight down!

Qin Feng raised his sword eyebrows, as if he felt a little angry in his heart. With a wave of his sleeves, the ink dots floated like drizzle. In the extremely mysterious world, there was indeed a sudden violent rain.

In the darkness, the Blood Sword slashed straight down with the heavy rain curtain, but a layer of snow-colored light suddenly lit up in the western sky at this moment.

That was an extremely sharp snow-bright sword light. The sword light pierced through the rain curtains, the sword light shattered the rain curtains, and finally collided fiercely in the air like a natural enemy.

Buzz...

The sky and the earth trembled, the dark clouds and thunder suddenly disappeared, and the heavy rain curtains around them were cheered up by even smaller rain particles, dissipating without a trace in the remaining wind. Only that sword seemed to occupy the entire world.

However, after a long stalemate between swords and swords, no one could beat the top half of the score. Finally, they retreated in a roar. The blood sword pierced from straight to the earth, changed its original trajectory, and turned to the east, turning into a slanted stroke. The sword light turned westward, turning into a long stroke.

Qin Feng smiled and used his pen again, filling another horizontal line on the paper. However, compared with the previous two horizontal lines, the writing position was more downward, and the pen was even more slow and heavy. It seemed that the light pen carried the weight of the entire earth.

At this point, the word "天" is very similar to the character "天", but there is a horizontal line at the bottom, and the three vertical lines in the middle have been written as most of them.

However, the scene Qin Feng saw at this time was different from the scene that Qing Lao saw. The long blood-colored sword fell silently on the earth, while the earth in the dark world did not crack, and there was no magma rolling out.

The dead grass on the ground moved without wind, and in the sky torn by the long blood-colored sword, divine light kept piercing out of the cracks. The divine light became more and more prosperous, and the cracks on the sky became larger and larger, slowly opening like the gate of the kingdom of heaven.

The huge and majestic dragon head slowly poked a head out of the gate of the Heavenly Kingdom...
Chapter completed!