The king of Hades who was hunted down by the system

Chapter 47
Knife, murder weapon also.

This kind of murder weapon itself has this sharp characteristic, but people do not.Therefore, people use knives to make up for their lack of sharpness.

With a weapon in hand, a person can be ruthless, fast, and even sharper.

Cut the mess quickly with a knife, and cut off the flow of water with a knife.

Now that it is sharp, where does "fast" come from?Only rookies who are new to the rivers and lakes will say "this knife is sharp!" when they talk about swordsmen, while the cold and serious swordsman sitting next to him will just laugh it off and praise "good knife".

Because in the eyes of people in Jianghu, they are more indestructible than knives. The existence of knives allows swordsmen to perform at the level of a peerless sword even if they hold a wooden knife. With a knife in their hearts, everything in the world can be a knife!

After reading the memories of the West Wind Swordsman, Mo Rang knew that there were still big mistakes in his understanding of swords.

For evil ghosts, their tyrannical character makes the knife only have the attributes of sharpness and murder weapon, and they always pursue the pleasure of blood and flesh in the sword fight and the gain of the ghost wrapped in the blade.But for Jianghu swordsman, their sword is themselves!

It is a wonderful thing to have a good knife, but it must not be put the cart before the horse. A good knife depends on who is using it. The quality of the knife is no more than one point.

The scene of Fan Xingyan practicing his sword gradually appeared in front of his eyes. The young man in black clothes had his black hair tied up high. His expression was cold and solemn, and he seemed to be unshakable. His brows were full of arrogance and sharpness.

A cold light appeared, and a silver knife appeared from his waist!
On the Lili Grassland in Suzhou, outside the pass, there is a lot of saber energy, every look of the swordsman is cold, as long as he looks at it, he can think of a peerless sword, no matter how good the sword he holds in his hand, it is better than the swordsman himself !
Like a swimming dragon defying the sky, like a silver fish jumping over the water.

It was supposed to be a murderous knife piercing the heart, but the mighty handshake was full of righteousness!

In the hands of the swordsman, the jackdaw seemed to be an extension of the arm, and he could chop up and down freely.

"I laugh at the sky from the sidelines, and I will save my heart and gall in Kunlun!"

That is the artistic conception of the sword. It is a tragic and domineering sword intent honed by the wind, sand and loess that the Xifeng swordsman spent his whole life from Chongzhou to Suzhou!
The scalding air gradually rises from the palm of his hand, rushing straight towards his icy heart, until in the center of the heart of the gloomy golden ocean, a red spar is born, in the shape of a teardrop, just like someone who lives for his country and family A drop before death.

I know everything is empty when I die,
But the sadness does not see the same in Kyushu.

Wang Shibei set the Central Plains Day,
Family sacrifices never forget to tell Nai Weng!
This knife has never been a selfish knife, it is the peerless knife that Fan Xingyan ran out of the pass indifferent to fame and fortune, and it is the knife of his family and country that he used to break through Changxia with one knife at a time!

If it wasn't for the analysis and comprehension of the swordsman's memory, it would be difficult for Mo Rangjiong to obtain such a sword intent in his life. Although he hasn't learned the moves of "Western Wind Knife", he already has the preparations to become a swordsman in this world. Certification—the embryonic form of Saber Intent!
A room without a ray of light.

Darkness, silence.

A terrifying aura erupted from the man sitting cross-legged on the ground, making it hard to look directly at, as if the whole person had transformed into a peerless long knife.

The eyes that slowly opened revealed all the gentle camouflage, the cold light and the bloody color wanted to tear the enemy to the boundless sea of ​​blood hell, and fight him with a knife.

Don't let it be like a big dream, the black light of Hades Ling flashed in his hand, and a long knife appeared out of thin air.

The hilt is inlaid with filigree silver thread, and the blade is as cold as a glacier in nine cold days.

— Jackdaw!
　I read a lot about knives and it took me a while.

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