The sword intention flowed out from the sword edge, like precision knives shooting out. It actually flicked the hair of the old worshipper not far away, and even the face seemed to be cut by a knife, extremely...
Painful. Chu He's expression was cold as he rose into the air. His body seemed to be integrated with the sword body. His whole body burst out with a strange momentum. It was frightening and made people's blood boil. Especially for the old worshipper!
It seemed that at this moment, he felt something. He felt something that he had been pursuing for many years and that was clearly within his reach but always out of reach.
He is very powerful.
The younger generation is absolutely unmatched.
He is very powerful.
Even among the older generation, when it comes to the whole world, there are very few people who can compete with it.
But at this juncture, he felt that Chuhe was equally powerful. So powerful that he was excited and even inspired!
Chuhe gave him a hint, or in other words, this battle gave him a hint.
rule?
What are rules?
I have been studying this term for many years, but I still can't figure it out. But today, Chuhe's intensive offensive that shocked him reminded him.
He has always been hiding his "point". But he has never really had his own rules. He has no rules of his own. How can he really hide his "point"? So he has always been forced out of his "point" by Chuhe.
Chuhe is surrounded by dangers.
You can't become a true master by fighting in a routine. You can't have your own rules by studying step by step.
But at this moment, he seemed to understand.
He vaguely touched the edge of the rules. Or in other words - he touched the edge of the real rules!
What are rules?
He still doesn’t understand. He seems to understand again!
bite!
Chu He thrust out his sword and stabbed hard at the point Chu He was looking for. However, Lao Zongfeng waved his hand and blocked Chu He's attack, which actually made Chu He stunned.
Thumb thump.
Chu He took two steps back and stared at the old priest standing there inexplicably.
What's his point?
Why did it suddenly disappear?
wrong.
His eyes, his nose, his throat, his heart - everywhere is his point.
Because he was motionless.
But just now, when he moved, where did his point go?
Chu He held the bone sword tightly and froze in the distance like an old priest, motionless. He seemed to be deep in thought.
He didn't move. The old worshiper didn't move either. The two of them just meditated on the spot, with a hint of clarity in their eyes. Their acuity increased to the extreme. If someone attacked by surprise, they would definitely stab a hole with their sword. But it happened.
, they remained motionless, lost in their own thoughts, groping for their own rules!
"What happened to them?" Ye Mingzhu asked in disbelief, frowning slightly.
Xia Wushuang shook his head: "I don't know."
"Is it as you said, this moment is a crucial moment for them?" Ye Mingzhu asked aloud.
"Maybe." Xia Wushuang said lightly.
"If I suddenly stepped forward and stabbed that old guy right now, would he go crazy and die in my hands?" Ye Mingzhu asked whimsically, following the plot of a martial arts novel.
"You will be stabbed to death by his sword." Xia Wushuang said calmly.
"What if I shoot?" Ye Mingzhu asked. "Can I kill him while he is deep in thought?"
"You will still be stabbed to death by his sword." Xia Wushuang said.
Ye Mingzhu shook his head: "Can you stop talking about him?"
"If he can have his own rules," Xia Wushuang said meaningfully, "then he can indeed be considered a myth."
"Rules?" Ye Mingzhu asked. "Are there few people who have their own rules?"
"There are no more than five in the world." Xia Wushuang said slowly. "There are many people groping for the rules. Many people have reached the threshold. But there are only five who can really cross this threshold so far."
"Which five?" Ye Mingzhu asked curiously.
"Are you concerned?" Xia Wushuang asked back.
"I'm very curious." Ye Mingzhu said.
"I don't know." Xia Wushuang shook his head. "I don't know everything."
Ye Mingzhu was silent for a while and suddenly uttered two words: "Pretend!"
Keng!
Chu He's eyes suddenly lit up, and the Yangtze River suddenly came out of his hand. He stabbed the old monk brazenly.
On the other hand, the old priest stood stiffly on the spot, staring motionlessly at the long sword that was shooting towards him. A strange smile appeared on the corner of his lips.
When Chu He saw this, his heart shuddered slightly. His body suddenly jumped forward, and his right arm suddenly expanded. He quickly and accurately grasped the hilt of the sword.
Buzz!
The blade of the sword buzzed and stirred at Lao Zongfeng's throat, but it never thrust forward half an inch.
Phew!
The old priest's mouth suddenly opened wide, and a stream of blood spurted out. It sprayed on Chu He's clothes. It was shocking.
Immediately, his figure swayed slightly, his face turned as pale as paper, and he touched the ground with the edge of his sword with a clang, and then he barely managed to stand still.
"Do you have a hidden disease?" Chu He retracted his bone sword and asked with raised eyebrows.
"I'm injured." The old priest smiled calmly. He licked the blood on the corner of his lips and said slowly. "In the battle with the wise man Xia Zhengqing, I was seriously injured. I also suffered from a fatal hidden disease."
call--
The old worshipper exhaled a breath of turbid air, as if he didn't want to dwell on this, and said with clear eyes: "Have you realized it?"
"What about you?" Chu He asked.
"I seem to understand." The old priest nodded lightly.
"Me too." Chu He said.
"Then are we considered strong in rules?" the old priest asked tentatively.
"I don't know." Chu He shook his head. "My father once said that no two people in this world can find each other's point at the same time. Just now, I found yours."
"Me too." The old priest nodded. "We found it at the same time."
Hearing this, Chu He smiled lightly.
Find each other's point at the same time. According to Chu Lin's original words, no one has found the other's point. And according to Chu He's understanding, they are in exactly the same state now. However, Chu He and Lao Zongfeng still never really have their own point.
Rules. So, can it be interpreted that they have started?
Entering the door of rules!
"As expected, China is full of talented people and masters." The old priest said slowly. "A young man in his early twenties can achieve the path that I spent most of my life on. The wise people did not lie to me. They just don't want to compete with me.
Fight. It’s not that you don’t dare to fight with me.”
"Perhaps there are some people who are just looking for fame who dare not fight you?" Chu He smiled lightly. "After all, you are indeed a formidable opponent."
"Really?" Lao Zongfeng's cool eyes were no longer murky with murderous intent, and he pursed his lips and smiled: "It is my honor to fight against an outstanding young master like you at the end of my life."
"Me too."
At this moment, the two of them seemed to have abandoned their sectarian views and the so-called national disputes. They talked freely about martial arts and enlightenment.
"I think you will be the most outstanding among the younger generation. You are worthy of being the Queen of Qinglong." The old worshipper wiped the blood stains from the corners of his lips and turned around. "Farewell, my Chinese friend."
