Shura Martial God

Chapter 9: Asura knife

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After six bowls of strong wine, Qin Ming couldn't bear it anymore, his head was swollen and hurt, he lay on the haystack in a daze, and fell asleep after a while.

In his sleep, he seemed to have returned to his childhood, to the distant ancient city of Thunder.

He saw his mother, his father, his sister, and many familiar relatives.

The city lord's mansion is full of laughter and happiness.

Qin Ming ran in excitedly and rushed towards his familiar relatives, but they seemed to be unable to see him even though they were right in front. He yelled and waved in front of everyone, and loved ones were unmoved.

In a trance, everyone was quiet. They looked up at the sky, expressionless and empty.

It started to rain, pattering down on everyone, it was very cold, so cold that people shivered.

Sudden…

The picture was fragmented, like a shattered mirror, splashing down, and everyone disappeared in the cold rain.

The rain was getting heavier and heavier, and the sky and the earth were dark.

Without the ancient city and relatives, Qin Ming seemed to be standing on the vast battlefield of killing.

Endless creatures are fighting crazily, screaming and killing, and all kinds of mysterious beasts roar in blood and fire.

The overwhelming sky fire and the hurricane that reach the sky and the earth shroud this world.

The earth is crumbling, the sky is collapsing, and the world seems to be doomed.

In the boundless world, a bright red light cut through the darkness and tore apart the fire of the sky, as bright as the scorching sun. The brilliant light pierces through the battlefield, permeating the world's killing power, causing all living beings to mourn, and the heroes are terrified.

Qin Ming walked on the battlefield in a daze, as if he wanted to chase that tyrannical and peerless light, but suddenly, that light stopped and locked on to Qin Ming from the air. To Qin Ming.

Qin Ming shuddered in shock and sat up abruptly.

Dream! nightmare!

Qin Ming was covered in cold sweat, and he was half awake from the wine. He was panting heavily, and it took him a long time to swallow hard.

How could you have such a dream

Haven't had a dream for many years.

Qin Ming wiped off the cold sweat, feeling dry mouth, got up rubbing his swollen head, and went to the yard to get some water to drink.

In the cold yard, the old man was sitting under the old tree, turning over a small black knife in his hand. It was made of unknown material. It looked like black iron or black rock.

"Huh?" Qin Ming was attracted by the black knife and shook his head vigorously, thinking he was dreaming again.

"Master?"

Qin Ming shouted twice.

The old man ignored it, and slowly raised the black knife.

Qin Ming looked at it, and a bone-piercing chill came to his heart inexplicably. In a daze, he seemed to return to the dreamland again, overwhelmed by the endless slaughter, and felt that the black knife was staring at him, yes, it was the feeling of being stared at.

Qin Ming moved his body carefully, but still felt that he was being watched.

The black knife seemed to have a strange spirituality, which made people shudder, but in the old man's withered hands, it was obedient like a pet, and it flipped dexterously with the fingertips.

Qin Ming Jiu Jin was fully awake, looking carefully at the old man and the black knife. He had seen the old man use throwing knives before, but the old man just used iron pieces as throwing knives and played around in the yard. After playing for two days in a row, Qin Ming learned it for two days and felt very good, so he sharpened nine flying knives by himself for three years and used them for self-defense.

When facing Zhao Min that day, he took advantage of the surprise attack with the help of the flying knife and caught Zhao Min by surprise.

"The name of the knife, Shura." The old man spread out his withered right hand, the black knife was suspended in the palm of his hand, the tip of the knife was facing down, the body of the knife was filled with a gloomy cold air, and the surrounding space seemed to be distorted.

"This knife..." Qin Ming's hair stood on end, and he couldn't help taking two steps back, looking at the black knife in amazement.

The old man's right hand suddenly vibrated, and in an instant, the black knife clanked and shot violently.

A terrifying force of killing shook the warehouse compound, filling the sky and the earth.

At this moment, many elders in the 30 high mountains of Qingyun Sect opened their eyes collectively, and they caught a murderous aura that made their hearts palpitate.

Qin Ming backed away in shock, but the black knife arrived between his eyebrows in an instant, as fast as a stream of light, making it difficult to trace the trajectory.

It didn't retreat or advance, it lightly touched the skin between Qin Ming's eyebrows.

The sharp tip of the knife was extremely cold, as if it was going to freeze Qin Ming's soul.

"Old man...you..." Qin Ming didn't dare to move, sweat covered his forehead, he really felt the threat of death, and he seemed to be embraced by the god of death, his whole body felt cold and his breathing was difficult.

"Don't use it indiscriminately before Xuanwu Realm." The old man pushed his right hand across the air, and the black knife pierced into Qin Ming's brow with a puff. In an instant, Qin Ming seemed to have fallen into an ice cave, and the bone-chilling coldness spread to his whole body. Every cell seemed to be breathing coldly, and his breathing seemed to freeze.

Consciousness was spinning, he couldn't tell the pain or was still drowsy, Qin Ming sat on the ground with difficulty, and just about to open his mouth to say something, his body unexpectedly steamed with black air, writhing all over his body, submerging him in a short while.

In a daze, the old man walked towards him with his hands behind his back. He only saw the old man's eyes, like an endless abyss, wanting to swallow people up.

"Am I dreaming again?" Qin Ming whispered softly, slowly lying on the ground.

Everything is unreal, illusory and scary.

dream? It should be a dream.

When Qin Ming opened his eyes again, it was already the morning of the next day, and he was actually lying in the yard, with the warm sunshine shining on his body, making him feel unspeakably comfortable.

"Why am I lying here?"

Qin Ming stretched hard, his whole body was light and comfortable, and he didn't feel cold and uncomfortable.

"I was dreaming. The alcohol is really powerful. I will drink less in the future."

Qin Ming stood up and bounced, moved his body, and exercised as usual.

He punched a few times in mid-air, and then fired the arc to cooperate with the diamond strength to hit the first three paragraphs.

But hitting and hitting, Qin Ming stopped there, staring fixedly at the right arm of the electric arc.

There seemed to be a lot more electric arcs today, but it was not smooth to use them.

what happened

Did you drink too much last night

Qin Fate turned his meridians, turned on the arc, and punched again, but this time, he was really stunned.

"I seem to... break through?"

"Lingwu... Four Heavens?"

"how is this possible!"

Qin Ming is inconceivable, has he broken through to the fourth heaven of Lingwu in a daze

But soon the problem came out again, not only the realm was improved, but the meridians were widened, and there was something more in the dantian qi sea, a small black knife, filled with black mist, suspended above the silent qi sea.

"How is this going?"

"Didn't I dream last night?"

Qin Mingzai checked carefully. Yes, the realm has really improved, but due to the inexplicable improvement, the spiritual power in the meridians is still in the state of the third heaven, and it needs to be replenished urgently. There really is a small black knife in Qihai, which is exactly the same as the one given to him by the old man in the 'dream' yesterday.

Not a dream? Not a dream!

This mysterious black knife was given to me by the old man!

"Master! Thank you!"

Qin Ming was pleasantly surprised and ran back to the warehouse to thank him.

But the strange thing is that there is no one in the warehouse, and the old man is not there.

Qin Ming returned to the yard, but the old man was not there.

In the past eight years, the old man has either been in a daze under the tree, missed the dead in front of the grave, or slept in the warehouse. He has never left the warehouse for half a step.

"Strange, where did the old man go?"

Qin Ming suddenly had a bad premonition, carefully searched the warehouse and the compound, and also searched all around the short hill, but found no sign of the old man.

"gone?"

"Impossible, you left without saying hello?"

"But the old man was really weird yesterday."

"Is it because of the girl from yesterday?"

Qin Ming returned to the warehouse and came to the old man's wooden bed.

A worn-out cotton blanket and a few mended clothes were all the old man's belongings, and none of them were taken away.

"Is this a mystery?"

Qin Ming pressed his hand on the worn clothes, and there seemed to be something inside. He slowly opened it, a note, a word - Fate!

Under the note, there is a sword manual and an ancient sword.

A gust of simplicity and atmosphere rushed towards the face. Both the sword manual and the ancient sword itself seemed to have real sword energy, filling the surrounding air with traces of sharpness and coldness.

"The old man really left?" Qin Ming picked up the note in a daze, suddenly felt a sense of loss, as if something was suddenly lost in his heart.

gone

really gone

It has been eight years, and because of the company of the old man, this simple warehouse feels like a home.

No matter how difficult and bitter it is, I always feel that I can go home and have a rest.

He knew that the old man was extraordinary, but he never thought that he would leave so soon.

Life! my life? whose life

Why did the old man deliberately leave this word

Qin Ming carefully put away the note, put it close to his body, and picked up the sword manual.

Dayan Sword Code!

Without too much introduction, it is the first form of the sword canon - the mountain and river epee! Cut through mountains and rivers with one sword!

Refined sword style introduction, concise picture meridians.

Qin Ming flicked his brows to look, the font and the meridian map are clearly very detailed, but they are blurry, and it takes a lot of concentration to be able to barely see it, this is only the first form, turn to the second form, Qin Ming No matter how you look at it, you can't see it clearly, even the name of the move. It is clearly there, but you can't see it clearly, and it even gives him a strange sense of resistance.

Qin Ming's current state and mental strength are barely qualified to participate in the first exercise!

"What level of martial art is this?"

Qin Ming looked at Shuriken Dian in surprise, it was so mysterious.

I have always longed for martial arts, and I also look forward to owning my own weapons. I didn't expect to get my wish today. But holding the sword manual and ancient sword, thinking about the drunkenness last night, I couldn't be happy.

"Qin Ming!" A shrill voice suddenly came from outside.

Qin Ming put away the sword tome and the ancient sword, and hid them in the deepest part of the warehouse.

"Qin Ming! Where are you going to die!" Zhang Dong rudely pushed open the iron door, raised the list in his hand, and yelled sharply: "I posted it for you before dawn, and it's already noon now, so I haven't delivered it yet. Do you still want to do it?"

"I'll go right away." Qin Ming simply sorted it out and went outside to pick up the list.

Standing by the iron gate, Zhang Dong kept yelling: "Don't think that you can break the rules when you are in the spirit martial arts realm. No matter how strong you are, you are still a servant, and I will take care of Zhang Dong! Let's not care about you today, and dare not deliver on time. Goods, I will report to the manager to see how to deal with you!"