The mysterious black-clothed swordsman disappeared just like that, leaving only Wan Guotai with a dull expression on his face.
There was not even a footprint left on the ground, which made Wan Guotai instantly wonder whether he had practiced the sword for too long and had hallucinations.
However, that person seemed to be real, because that knife left an indelible mark on Wan Guotai's heart.
who is he
unimportant…
The important thing is that the knife he left...
When he came to the huge rock and touched the ice-cold stone with his hands, Wan Guotai realized that this rock was much harder than it looked. At the same time, his heart also became colder than this stone...
This stone, which is taller than my thatched cottage and thicker than the round table, seems to have remained unchanged, but under Wan Guotai's light touch, a fine line suddenly cracked on the dense rock...
The fine lines gradually cracked, and the sound of "噗噐" like ice cracking could be heard endlessly, reaching behind the rocks...
Wan Guotai is not a fool, he clearly knows that this huge rock has been split in half by Situ Lingfeng seemingly casually.
The snow was heavier and the wind was colder, but Wan Guotai was sweating, and his whole body was sweating coldly.
Is this hallucination? Or knife skills
The violent heartbeat made Wan Guotai instantly weak and out of breath. At this moment, it seemed that he was no longer a young and energetic swordsman who had just entered the rivers and lakes, but an old man on the verge of death.
This is by no means an illusion, this is the knife technique.
The most direct knife method!
In Wan Guotai's memory, this knife is clearly visible, but he can't see the change of this knife——
Because that knife didn't change at all.
Although that knife was the most astonishing and terrifying knife Wan Guotai had ever seen in his life.
But that knife did not change.
That knife cut was simple, pure, and direct, but it has already exerted the greatest power that a knife can emit!
Although this knife has not changed, it contains the essence of all changes in the knife technique.
Because the knife technique used in this knife attack, the strength, position, time, and speed were all calculated accurately, which just happened to be able to exert all his strength to the limit.
This knife is not a knife technique at all, but it surpasses all knife techniques.
This is not a very mysterious statement. Speed, method, and time are inherently capable of changing the force of an object. This is the true meaning of martial arts, so martial arts can use slow to beat fast, and use the weak to defeat the strong. If you can use the power of an object to the limit, even a piece of dry grass can penetrate solid armor.
At this time, Wan Guotai remembered a sentence Ye Qingxuan said in a joke: What is a unique skill in this world, and what is a unique skill? It is to practice the simplest and most direct move to the extreme.
In the past, I practiced the sword technique desperately, thinking about how to practice the [burning wood sword technique] to what level, and then how to practice the [breaking sky knife technique] to what level...
But this kind of thinking, on this day, was completely ended by the seemingly ordinary knife of the mysterious swordsman.
It turns out that the knife technique can be so direct.
It turns out that the most direct sword technique is so sharp.
From that moment on, Wan Guotai was fascinated by this knife, and sat in the ice and snow for a day and a night, repeating Situ Lingfeng's perfect knife in his mind until he branded this knife in his soul , Without the slightest deviation or mistake, he slowly got up and walked down the mountain.
A day later, Wan Guotai just came back with a few big knives, facing the rock where Situ Lingfeng left the knife marks, according to the knife imprinted in his mind, he swung it perfectly, and swung it again...
In the following days, Wan Guotai's terrifying focus broke out again. For a long time, Wan Guotai has always been an ordinary young man in people's eyes, not a talented warrior. But today, his focus tells people that diligence and perseverance are actually a very powerful talent, and they are no worse than those who claim to be extremely smart.
Wan Guotai's three meals a day are delivered by the disciples of Kunwu Mountain. Naturally, the weird situation of Wan Guotai swinging a big knife at the rocks every day is also spread everywhere.
After hearing the news, several brothers of Wan Guotai also came to see what happened, but after several times of persuasion failed, he was allowed to practice blindly. Knowing that this big brother is strong, most people can't persuade him at all.
Among the many Kunwu disciples, only Xiao Yunfeng stood in front of the rock in a daze for a moment after he came up the mountain, motionless. It's not a knife cut, but a sword thrust—an unremarkable stab forward with a sword.
Therefore, everyone said that the rocks on the back mountain are weird, which can infect stupidity.
…
This is a rare red weeping cherry.
Sanada Tatsuhiko was lying on the lawn under the weeping cherry blossoms, and he casually left the famous sword "Raikiri" aside.
Clasp your hands together and put them under the back of your head. A blooming red weeping cherry came into view, as if even my heart was full of flowers.
"Ah! At this time, the cherry blossoms in my hometown are also in full bloom. It's a pity that I can't catch up with the spring in Kyoto."
Some complained and admired, Sanada Tatsuhiko just stood there staring blankly at the sky where the red cherry blossoms passed by.
A gust of wind blew, and the brilliant cherry blossoms were blown down a little, blowing in the wind, bringing a wisp of fragrance.
Cherry blossoms are so beautiful that it hurts people's hearts, and they only bloom once a year. When they are in full bloom, they are so unwilling to look back, as if they understand the impermanence of life, and would rather burn them up vigorously.
This is what Masako said, and it is also what she said in such a bright spring.
Sanada Tatsuhiko closed his eyes, and his thoughts, following the cherry blossoms in the sky, returned to the back mountain of Sakura Rain Shrine.
He also lay on the grass in the same way, letting Masako find him, but remained motionless.
Masako didn't expect Long Yan to be lying there.
"Long Yan-jun is really disgusting. Since he was waiting for a young girl, he actually lay down like this." Rather than saying that he was too impolite and insulted himself, it would be better to say that he hated Long Yan's sleeping appearance. In Masako's living environment, she could not understand the posture of a man lying down.
Not far from Longyan, there were four or five shrine maidens, chatting while opening the multi-layered square wooden box. They were all old women in their fifties or sixties, maybe Long Yan felt kind to these old women, at first he sat next to them, and then he lay down.
Thinking of this, Masako couldn't help laughing, but her face turned red instead. She just stood there and didn't wake Long Yan up. And she still wanted to leave Long Yan... Masako had never seen a man's sleeping posture before.
But Long Yan's sleeping posture finally attracted her. He was like a naive young man, pure and innocent. She couldn't bear to wake him up, but Long Yan, who was pretending to be asleep, fell into a dilemma. The two young people I spent my first date in this weird atmosphere.
Masako likes to see the red weeping cherry blossoms, it makes people feel the scenery of spring immediately. This is the real spring! Even the low-hanging slender branches are covered with clusters of red double cherry blossoms. Like this, the flowers are not so much blooming on the trees as they are covering the branches.
"I really want to see all the flowers." This is Masako's wish.
Today I was supposed to spend the Spring Festival with Masako and mother...
It's really disgusting that Masako's father would send her to such a remote place, and she has been here for two years, and she has no intention of leaving at all, just staying in such a strange way.
I really miss the cherry blossoms and green tea in my hometown...
Sanada Tatsuhiko sighed again, sat up slowly, grabbed the precious sword "Raikiri" beside him, and suddenly said in a cold voice: "I hate being watched by others, you ninjas can't get close like normal humans What? Next time, be sneaky again, and be careful that I will cut off your head... "
As soon as the cherry blossoms rolled, a female samurai wearing a cherry blossom kimono appeared near Longyan, as if she had been standing there all the time, Yingying knelt down, bowed, and only heard a ray of sweetness and tenderness that no words could describe. The female voice said slowly: "Yingxue has seen Master Longyan, the news from Hirano Lang, the contact person of the Chinese nationality has been contacted, and now he is staying with Hirano Lang and others, but..."
"Huh? Don't hesitate..." Sanada Tatsuhiko also hated playing tricks.
The woman continued: "However, Hirano Lang failed to fulfill the conditions he promised to the other party. The characters that the Chinese warriors asked to kill were quite troublesome in strength, and even Sarutobi was seriously injured. Hirano Lang wanted to call Master Long Yan to go and join Crusade against Chinese warriors."
"It's rare that Hirano-ro will take the initiative to contact me. It seems that the strength of the other party is really beyond his imagination." Sanada Tatsuhiko stood up, stuffed a piece of grass into his mouth, smiled handsomely, and said: "Your conspiracy Don't count me in the tricks, but don't worry, if the opponent is really so difficult to deal with, then leave it to me. But I declare in advance that I will compete with the opponent in a dignified way. I stay away, if it hinders me, I don't mind taking your heads off before killing each other... "
Sanada Tatsuhiko turned and left, and the cherry blossoms fell. Among the emerald green bushes in the mountains, there are one or two trees that have not withered, and when viewed from a little distance, they have a special flavor.
…
According to what we have learned before, the shelter has a radius of five kilometers, and there is a huge arena in the middle, with a range of more than 500 meters. It is not allowed to fight privately within the scope of the shelter, otherwise the organizers will disqualify them from the competition. And those who lose their qualifications for the competition have only one ending, which is death.
Every shelter has a competition field, only here can the competition be fair, and everyone can use a "crystal shield" as a bet to participate in the competition. In addition to getting the opponent's "Crystal Shield", the winner can also stay in the shelter for eight hours, while the others only have one hour to rest.
Ye Qingxuan, who kept repeating these news in his mind, was completely stunned when he saw the first sanctuary in the "Holy Land of Martial Arts".
I rely on!
This, this is fucking sanctuary!