To be very objective, the three killing skills taught to Feng Jueyu by the God of Death are not the kind of top-notch magical powers that are very complicated and require a lot of time to carefully study the secrets and even each section of the technique. If analyzed in detail
, you will feel that there is no profound theory in the three-movement killing technique. Most people, if they listen carefully and carefully, will understand the skills of the three-movement killing technique.
But because of this, Ten Thousand Elites never understood the difference between the so-called "heart" and "mind".
This is also the reason why the God of Death did not shy away from others and imparted the skills of these three killing moves to Feng Jueyu openly and openly.
Because he knew very well that even if he stood in front of everyone and explained the true skills of these three moves, only one or two people would be able to understand them.
why?
In fact, the reason is very simple.
There are two points.
First, the God of Death is a murderous murderer. In order to learn the top killing skills in the cultivation world, he can regard his life as an ant and will not be affected by anything, including events that threaten his life.
And it affected his practice, so over a long period of time, the God of Killing has subtly developed a murderous intention that no one else can match, and this murderous intention is the necessary foundation for learning the three-move killing technique.
Looking at the world, except for a few strong men in the undercurrent in the past, even if the God of Killing were to pass on the fire and the details of these three killing techniques were revealed, I am afraid no one would understand it.
But why did he teach it to Feng Jueyu?
This question is intriguing.
Today, no one knows Feng Jueyu’s past.
But as a top killer in the world of ambitious cultivation, the God of Death felt the unparalleled aura the first time he saw Feng Jueyu.
That's right, it's the temperament.
The necessary temperament of an extreme killer.
This kind of temperament cannot be described in words. Only those who have reached that level can discover it through feelings without any evidence.
The God of Killing knew that if he called everyone in the world in front of him and asked him to pick out one person who was most likely to learn his three killing techniques, then that person would be Mo Feng Jueyu.
The second reason is also very obvious, that is, Feng Jueyu has practiced the state of Wuxin and has achieved great success.
Take the current remnants of the undercurrent as an example. When the God of Death successfully took back the undercurrent, he also thought about selecting a disciple from the undercurrent who was very satisfied with him in terms of skill, temperament and even nature.
, and taught all his skills to this person, but after searching for a long time, the God of Death discovered that among the three thousand undercurrents, none of them could comprehend the Dacheng realm of Wuxin like he did back then. Such a person
Later, Feng Jueyu's existence became very subtle.
A genius with the temperament of a top killer, a genius who can cultivate the state of Wuxin to great perfection.
If he didn't choose Feng Jueyu, who else could he choose?
It can be said that the God of Death is not just because Feng Jueyu mistakenly entered the cave of the Five Spirits Emperor and rescued him, because in the God of Death's world view, a life-saving grace will not make him risk his life at all costs.
Entrusting it to this person, especially the inheritance, the Killing God needs someone who can learn all his skills and continue this glorious period. All of the qualities that such a person must have are indispensable.
It is precisely because of these two reasons that the God of Death dares to teach his skills in public, but he does not have to worry about his skills being copied by others. After all, the paths of practice chosen by everyone are completely different, and what they learn will naturally be of great significance.
difference.
But the more Nie Renkuang, Xiang Potian and even the ten thousand elites in Liuguang Palace didn't understand, the more frightened they became.
Because these two people really do it.
In the deathly silence of Liuguang Hall, only the sound of blood drops dripping on the bluestone seemed particularly harsh.
Feng Jueyu placed his love on a sword, and tried his best with a sword for the first time, but ended in failure, and the consequence of the failure was to be killed by the slain god.
Originally, everyone thought that with such a tacit understanding and good relationship between the two, the previous conversations would never be possible. If you can't kill me, I will kill you. This kind of thing is easy to understand and worth it when it comes to two enemies.
Accept it, but if you put it in the hands of two good guys who are like masters and apprentices, how can there be such a situation that goes against common sense?
Everyone thinks so.
But it was common sense that made them even more shocked.
Because these two people are indeed... they are fucking human beings.
Just do it.
Feng Jueyu stabbed out with his sword, but it didn't hit him. The God of Death did exactly what he said, and with his backhand, he stabbed Feng Jueyu right in the chest.
At the vital part, the God of Death didn't even blink, and the Tang saber penetrated the body, revealing half a foot of the blade from the back.
Blood dripped, and the crowd was horrified.
No one in Liuguang Palace spoke, everyone's mouths were open and they were dumbfounded.
"Are these two really here?"
In the dying hall on the second floor, Xiang Potian grinned with his big mouth. Let alone the duck egg, he was probably given a cooked duck at this time. It was probably not even a bit smooth when he stuffed it in. There was no way, the God of Death was really
It was poked, and the poke was very strong.
"What a fucking bastard, the God of Death." Xiang Potian felt heartbroken when he saw it. He had to say that even though he and Feng Jueyu were arguing so much, he really liked Feng Jueyu.
Yes, now that the God of Death is ruthlessly attacking, Xiang Potian feels a little unhappy.
Nie Renkuang watched silently, and did not agree with Xiang Potian's remarks. He also felt that the killing god's training method was a bit cold-blooded, but that man was the killing god, the only killing god in the world. Don't look at his
His strength has not reached the Qiankun realm, but if he goes out and mentions the word "killing god", anyone who has a little understanding of these two words will be frightened.
Why?
Because this is the energy of the God of Killing.
Throughout the first six thousand years, who dared to contend with the God of Death?
I'm afraid no one will refute these words, and no one will dare to refute them.
"Oh, this is the God of Death." Nie Renkuang was silent for a long time, and finally sighed heavily.
The original intention of these words was that he was convinced. Although he did not feel that his cultivation was worse than that of the God of Killing, in terms of killing people, Nie Renkuang was definitely ashamed of himself.
In the Liuguang Palace, one of the two people who had separated was arrogant and cold, alone and independent, while the other was covering the knife wound on his chest with a gloomy look on his face.
Feng Jueyu didn't stop the bleeding because there was no need. He knew that the God of Death said he couldn't kill him, so he killed him, but would the God of Death actually kill him?
The answer is naturally no.
The God of Death won't kill him, but that doesn't mean the God of Death won't stab him.
That knife blow just now was really life-threatening. As long as the blade of the God of Death was moved even half an inch higher, his life would be at stake.
As for why the God of Death stabbed him so hard, Feng Jueyu also understood that the God of Death wanted him to feel pain and let him remember the feeling of every failure.
Feng Jueyu had just started to practice the three-move killing technique, and it was normal to fail. But back then, when the killing god realized these three moves, he was looking for masters who were stronger than himself to carry out sneak attacks. He had been injured countless times and was in danger.
After returning from death countless times, he perfected these three killing techniques into a killer method that scares the world.
Compared with killing yourself, what is the pain on your body?
It doesn't count at all.
Therefore, Feng Jueyu did not stop the bleeding. Instead, he stood up, holding the broken sword, and his eyes once again filled with strong fighting intent.
Seeing this scene, the God of Death smiled, a rare smile that was so hard to see and could not be described in words.
Because he knew that Feng Jueyu understood.
Although the three-move killing technique has not yet been fully understood, his posture has told the God of Death how he should go about this arduous path of being a killer.
"Can you still stand?" the killer asked with a smile.
Feng Jueyu lowered his head and looked at the wound on his chest, and said without changing his expression: "It's just one knife, it's still too early to lie down."
"Okay, very good, come again?" God of Death asked.
"We must come again." Feng Jueyu was extremely decisive.
"Then take action." The God of Death turned his back silently, carrying the Tang knife behind him. The bloody blade was like a long and narrow eye, as if it was penetrating all things.
With one person and one knife like this, the entire hall was silent. Everyone's hearts were filled with passion, but their hearts were suppressed like a million mountains.
Just one stop.
There are no flaws in his body, how can he fight this?
At this time, the Ten Thousand Elites realized that the skill of the expert in front of them had reached a level beyond their reach. If they had to make an analogy, the God of Death was the highest mountain among the Nine Realms Mountains, and they,
It cannot even be called a speck of dust in this world of panic.
It's too far gone.
Whoosh!
After a brief silence, Feng Jueyu drew his sword again, this time even faster and more violently than the last time.
But just a moment later, the person who flew back was still him.
He was stabbed half an inch above the pubic area of his lower abdomen again.
"Come again."
"good……"
There is no unnecessary nonsense. A madman who kills his own people without even raising an eyebrow and an evil master who even sacrifices his life in order to master the three-move killing technique have started a crazy training mode, and this mode can...
It's called mutual destruction.
The precise expression is, you give me a sword, and I give you a sword, whoever stabs him will be considered capable.
Within a moment, the two figures overlapped and separated, then overlapped and separated again. Each time they encountered each other, they immediately separated after one tenth of a breath. They were ten steps away from each other without any difference.
Not long after, Feng Jueyu's body was riddled with holes, with no fewer than thirty stab wounds up and down. Blood flowed all over Feng Jueyu's trousers, and a bright red circle of blood was particularly obvious.
The atmosphere in Liuguang Palace was like a vacuum zone, and even the sound of breathing was not very real.
After one hundred and one sword blows, Feng Jueyu suffered a disastrous defeat and fainted in front of ten thousand elites.
As for the God of Death, after pausing for a few breaths, he carried Tang Dao on his back and went up to the second floor. Before leaving, he left a message: "Don't touch him. If you can wake up, wake him up. If you can't wake up, bury him after he expires."
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