If my eyes are sharp enough, if my eyes are sharp enough, I will never underestimate the enemy's eyes. I will know if that is such a magical sword.
At least in Mo Qingdi's eyes, the sword was not static or ordinary.
The sword is not a branch, but a real sword. A superb sword.
It was trembling slightly, both out of fear and excitement. Maybe it's because of his own birth.
No, the sword is shaking, but Chiba Hōbu’s legs are shaking. He stabbed dozens and nearly a million swords, and no matter what the situation, his leg holding the sword never shook.
The sword body has life, it has independent consciousness.
It aimed at the old drunkard's brows, eyes, and throat, as well as his chest, heart, or abdomen.
It can even attack the east side of the body quickly, directly piercing the twenty-nine acupoints of the old drunkard's body and the seventy-two acupoints of the upper and lower legs.
It covered all the fatal dangers in the old drunkard's body, and it also covered all the acupoints all over the old drunkard's body.
The name of the sword is unintentional!
In other words, at the moment of the initial attack, even Chiba Hōbu himself did not know where it would stab.
Just a few tenths of a second, maybe a shorter time.
I didn't have time to blink, I couldn't breathe, and my heart didn't even beat. From one heartbeat to the next, the gap in between is a shorter period of time. No, at the very first moment, he finally locked in on what he was looking for.
throat!
A sword to the throat!
Become a prince with one sword!
The old drunkard finally moved.
He held a long stick on his legs and rushed towards Chiba Military Department. He left an afterimage on the spot and his body turned into nothingness.
With an ugly, brutal and rude look, he raised the long stick in his leg and stabbed Chiba Hōbu.
The stick didn't even have a sharp tip.
Their bodies passed each other. In other words, two invisible figures of Yongxuan passed by.
Just by changing one position, it changes the way of getting along with each other. From standing facing each other wrongly to standing facing each other wrongly.
Chiba Hōbu stood where the old drunkard stood just now, and the old drunkard also stood in the footprints of Chiba Hōbu.
Then, everything stopped.
Their bodies gradually became clearer, turning into two living bodies instead of a blurry shadow.
The gray sky is like someone's black face, and the red world is so dreamy.