beg for chivalry

The snake appeared so suddenly that even the black-clothed Rakshasa, who had always been ruthless and murderous without batting an eye, was scared out of his wits.When he thought of catching the snake for three inches, the dense array of silver strings he had set up was in chaos. Yu Jiachen took advantage of the opportunity to avoid the strings, waved his broken sword and chased after him!

At this time, the offensive reversed, taking advantage of the gap between the black-clothed Luo Sha being distracted by the snake, Yu Jiachen stabbed out with a sword.Half of the tip of the sword was missing, so he replaced it with sword energy, which turned out to be very powerful.

The black-clothed Raksha sneered, cut the snake's head with a string and said, "It's insidious to take advantage of people's danger, so sinister that I want me to call you master!"

Yu Jiachen said seriously. "Unknown junior, dare not accept disciples."

Knowing that the young Taoist priest retaliated to himself with the words just now, the black-clothed Rakshasa was sulking.

The black and white two people have been in and out of words several times.After all, Hou Tianlou was born as a secret guard, and he was the longest to be a stalker in the dark. How could he be good at confrontation?In addition, Yu Jiachen's sword moves nine curves, just like a fight, which makes the black-clothed Luosha recall the tragic situation of being surrounded by poisonous snakes just now, and can only dodge and dodge for a while, without regaining his momentum.

Seeing that the other party's posture is agile, he has avoided several times in the blink of an eye, and it is difficult to catch his posture with a broken sword, Yu Jiachen shouted angrily. "You snake rat traitor, how can you only run away?"

The black-clothed Rakshasa smiled evilly, and his evasive movements were not slow. "Just show off to save face, who was the one who was killed by me just now?"

At this time, the old bamboo man laughed loudly from the side: "Haha, your broken knife is best placed on the chopping board, so hurry up and rest."

It turned out that Dugu Xiaodao stabbed the old man's green bamboo stick with a single knife, and the old naughty boy simply hit the bamboo stick with the wine gourd in his hand, clamping the knife tightly, so that he couldn't move, and neither could Dugu Xiaodao!

Seeing that Dugu Xiaodao was trapped, the black-clothed Rakshasa's face under the mask finally changed suddenly.

He clicked his tongue and was about to re-twist the strings to regain the situation, but at the next moment—the wind blew swiftly in front of his eyes, and in a blink of an eye, the silver strings in the hands of the black-clothed Rakshasa broke, falling into pieces like ten thousand stars falling into the sky. in court.

The man in black was already in a cold sweat when he noticed the light of the knife, but he saw the swordsman in the bamboo hat slowly draw the knife out of its sheath.The sword broke a thousand strings before it came out, which shows the sharpness of this person's sword spirit.

The one who drew the sword was Wang Xiaoyuan.At this time, the young servant was in a daze, and there seemed to be thousands of thoughts in his heart.Every inch he drew the knife, his heart would be in a mess.Suddenly he heard someone whispering in his ear again, making him instantly feel like he was on the snowfield many years ago.

He seemed to see himself kneeling in front of a person, holding the jade white knife in his hand, his body was engulfed in the wind and snow, and his ears and eyes were stained with frost.

【"The heart is like a bright mirror, and the nine thoughts are unified. When you swing this knife, you can stop your mind and have no distracting thoughts."】An old voice came from beside my ears, leisurely like clouds on a towering mountain, and as deep as a thousand feet of a sinking abyss.

Said the old voice. 【"If there is love, hate, hatred, desire..."】

The young servant suddenly heard a crisp sound.

That was the crisp sound coming from his hands holding the knife, crackling like bone shattering.Before he could react to what happened, suddenly, a sharp pain came from his wrist and arm.Wang Xiaoyuan only felt that the palm of his hand was wet and slippery while throbbing with pain. It turned out that blood flowed from his hand and wet the handle of the knife.

【"...If there is great joy and great sorrow in your heart, the person holding the knife must be killed by the knife first!"】

Wang Xiaoyuan knew that he had distracting thoughts in his mind at this time, but he never thought that this knife would have such a consequence.

When he confronted Wu Litian before, he only used two sabers, but just now he had no choice but to make this one under the coercion of the black-clothed Raksha.Although there is only one knife, the young servant intends to test the realm of "Three Swords Killing" with only one knife.

Why is the Yubai Sword called "Three Swords of Yubai"?Since he has the power to kill his opponent with the first strike, why do he deliberately wait until the third strike?Wang Xiaoyuan has always been quite puzzled by this, but in desperation, he really turned this confusion into action, that is—to use a knife to kill someone!

Now, he finally understood why.

Why does the Yubai sword technique have to wait until the third cut to "kill"?

Because no one can swing the third knife.

The first knife is the defense, as round as pearls and smooth as jade, perfect and flawless.The second knife is an attack, which can be divided into gold and jade, breaking through mountains and rivers.But what is the third knife?No one knows, even in the rumors of Jianghu, Yu Qiuxia has never swung the third knife.

If the first two sabers can still be used with a mortal body, then the third saber is like entering the realm of ghosts and gods.And what Wang Xiaoyuan had to do just now was to use this sword technique that could shock all living beings in the first strike!

It seemed that a thunderbolt exploded above the head of the young servant.At that moment, he suddenly lost his mind, the pain in his limbs and bones surged like a burst of dikes, and his hands seemed to be split apart from the severe pain. There was a thought that kept spinning in his mind:

With this knife, he will surely die.

Seeing the light of the sword, not only Luo Sha in black, but also Dugu Xiaodao, who had lived in the Jianghu for a long time, were dumbfounded, because they had never seen this kind of sword, and they had never seen anyone who could make such a sword.

The knife is in the sheath and the breathing is ever-changing, overwhelming the heroes.The nine yin and yang are wrong in black and white, and the heaven and earth are bleak and confusing.When one enters this saber energy, one only feels that the ups and downs are endless, and the loops are endlessly reversed.

The knife can make people feel cold when it is not out of the sheath, so what will happen when the knife is out?The black-clothed Raksha broke out in a cold sweat, and shouted at Dugu Xiaodao. "Walk!"

Dugu Xiaodao was originally a knife idiot, how could he let go of the opportunity in front of him?He only laughed wildly. "Finally, I didn't teach the old man to come here for nothing today!" After saying that, he wanted to draw his knife to meet the man in white who was holding a long knife.It's a pity that the bamboo old man tried his best not to let him pull out the knife sandwiched between the green bamboo stick and the wine gourd, so that even if he wanted to, he would have no weapons.

Seeing the young servant holding a knife with blood overflowing from his hands, and his snow-white clothes soaked through, Yu Jiachen said in surprise. "Brother Wang, this..."

Wang Xiaoyuan said with pain. "Master, stay out of the way, I'm afraid I'll hurt you." He wasn't afraid that he would die here, but he was worried that Yu Jiachen would hurt his fur. Stupid way to commit suicide?It's a pity that the saber is about to be unsheathed, and it can no longer hold back its momentum.

Shaoqing's blade swayed leisurely in the sheath, and the light of the blade blew away instantly with a sharp whistle!Cutting the chaos and dividing the demons and monsters, chilling the breeze and clearing the frost and snow, it seems that with this knife, the universe can be demarcated and Yin and Yang can be divided.

Is it a sharp knife?Or slow knife?

Even if he saw it with his own eyes, Yu Jiachen couldn't tell the mystery of it. It seemed that it was meaningless if it was faster, slower, quicker, slower, lighter or heavier than this knife.Just like the eight-character formula of "no sorrow, no joy, no other, no self", there is no word in the world that can describe such a sword technique, and it seems that we can only use "empty color, clear and pure" to describe it slightly.

"Yubai Knife...the third knife!" The young Taoist trembled in horror.

The young servant was so painful that he almost passed out.He couldn't feel the presence of his hands at this time, as if his whole body was suddenly disturbed and scattered, and the pain of disintegration came from his six senses and five internal organs.If possible, he would kneel down on the spot and throw the knife away, and never touch the knife again.

When he drew the knife, he thought in a daze: If this knife can't force the black-clothed Raksha back, then he really has nothing to do.

Fortunately, the man in black saw the mighty power of the sword, so how could he dare to stay for a moment longer?While Yu Jiachen and Wang Xiaoyuan were in a daze, the black-clothed Rakshasa flew up to the eaves, and as soon as the silver strings were retracted in both hands, he also pulled Dugu Xiaodao over.I saw that the old man in black was holding a small knife in his hand - it turned out that he tried his best to finally snatch his weapon back from the bamboo old man.

Looking at the two white-clothed men under the eaves, the black-clothed Raksha clicked his tongue in disgust, and then said loudly.

"I'll let you go today, and let's fight to the death tomorrow, Yubai Swordsman."

Wang Xiaoyuan responded with a smile while sweating coldly. "Wait a minute, wait until you receive my knife before leaving."

Raksha in black saw that he was in extreme pain from this knife, and smiled coldly. "You want to seek your own death, why do you drag me along?" The topic changed, but he cupped his hands. "If you don't die today, I will come to take your life one day, and I will die forever."

Seeing that the two villains were about to slip away, Yu and Wang were naturally anxious.Wang Xiaoyuan felt even more powerless, he couldn't bear the momentum of the saber, and the saber had to come out, because his hands and feet trembled and he couldn't hold back the blade.

However, at the moment when the knife was about to be unsheathed.

Wang Xiaoyuan suddenly felt the long knife in his hand tremble, as if a stone had hit the blade.In an instant, the saber energy that had been accumulated for a long time was dissipated instantly, and the blade slanted to one side, and it was actually abruptly defusing the saber's momentum!

The young servant was stunned for a moment, and suddenly felt that the pain surrounding his body was gone, and he felt relaxed.I don't know who threw a stone at the moment he took out the knife, forcing the knife back.

Who is it?

At this time, the horror in Wang Xiaoyuan's heart has already overwhelmed the gratitude like a wave, because the knife that he tried his best and almost shattered his body was not able to be retracted, but he was lightly pushed back with a stone, which shows the ingenuity of this person's technique.

He looked into the courtyard, and all he could see were the mourning starved people and the villagers who had been killed by the strings of the Rakshasa in black. Where did they seem to be hiding masters and heroes?

The black-clothed Rakshasa seemed unaware of this secret movement, and looked down at the white-clothed man standing on the stage.He carefully looked at the person in front of him again: his face was hidden under the veiled bamboo hat, but he couldn't see it; his snow-white clothes were stained red by the blood gushing from his arms, but they were still vague.Whether it is true or not, no one knows.

So he laughed fiercely in front of the ugly Rakshasa, and repeated the words he had asked before. "Are you really the Jade White Swordsman?"

Wang Xiaoyuan panted slightly, "So what if it is, so what if it's not?"

"It doesn't matter if it's true or not." The black-clothed Rakshasa answered him, and there was a hint of joy in his words. "I saw you just now, no matter who you are, I will kill you."

This black-clothed evil spirit loves killing people the most, and especially loves to take the heads of the strong.Knowing that he intends to kill himself, Wang Xiaoyuan didn't panic and asked him instead. "So what about you?"

"What?" The black-clothed Rakshasa looked puzzled.

The young man settled down, gritted his teeth and held the knife in his painful hand and shouted. "You asked me if I was the Jade White Swordsman, and I also want to ask you—whether I am the Rakshasa in black!"