The Lord who use immortals as food

With one slash of his knife, he cut off almost the entire hem of his black robe, folded it twice and threw it away. The fabric flew steadily towards the table like a big crow.

Pei Ye frowned and looked at the arc it drew, and glanced at the landing point. He suddenly understood something and his heart tightened suddenly.

But he had no time to do anything. The crow spread its wings to cover the burning blue flames, and the entire cave fell into darkness, drowning his tightened pupils and pale face. The flame seemed to have no temperature at all, and could neither ignite nor penetrate the fabric.

People with true energy have more sensitive five senses. When the light is weak, Wu Zaigu can see more than Pei Ye; when the sound is small, Wu Zaigu can judge the direction more accurately than Pei Ye.

If I lose 90% of my vision, I can still use half of my strength; but if you lose 90% of your vision, you will become a useless person. I really can't cope with your sword skills, but now, do you still know when to draw the sword, in which direction to draw the sword, and how to draw the sword?

Pei Ye doesn't know.

There was no target, no details of the opponent's moves, no distance between the enemy and the enemy, and no time to react. Even though he had special skills, he was helpless.

The five senses hindered his sword skills, or it could be said that his sword skills were too outstanding, which allowed him to survive for such a long time despite such a huge disparity in strength.

The darkness around him seemed to be filled with sharp needles, and a fatal blow could strike at any time and from any direction.

His heart almost stopped, and under the pressure of dying at any time, Pei Ye quickly thought of countermeasures, but to no avail.

This is a conspiracy, a gap caused by strength. It was easy for a warrior of the Seventh Life of the Meridian Tree to kill a landlubber, but now things were just back on track.

There is no more time to think, and even the worst countermeasure at this time is better than waiting to die.

So regardless of the fact that there was almost an entire room between him and the flame, Pei Ye strode towards it based on his memory.

The whole room was only three or five steps away. As it got closer, a faint light seemed to appear in front of his eyes, but Wu Zaigu would not give any chance to the trapped beast. There was a sharp scream behind Pei Ye's head, and he was about to behead him in the next moment. neck.

This is also the last chance Pei Ye has been waiting for!

I don’t know from which direction you will attack, so I will take the initiative to expose your most vulnerable backside to you; I don’t know when you will attack, so I will take the initiative to lift the black cloth and force you to use the knife at this moment.

The long sword in his hand was already ready for use. He gritted his teeth, twisted his steps, turned around, and drew the sword!

In the darkness, leave everything to God.

See if you can slit his throat faster with this sword!

There was a clash of gold and iron.

Pei Ye's heart sank to the bottom of his heart.

Until this time, Wu Zaigu still did not sacrifice his life to attack.

Pei Ye wanted to gamble his life with him with little hope, but Wu Zaigu didn't put his life on the gambling table at all.

Pei Ye was tempting him to draw his sword, and he was waiting for Pei Ye to draw his sword. What he wants is not to kill the enemy with one sword, but to fight with swords.

The result was just as he expected. Due to the huge disparity in power, Pei Ye's sword flew out of his hand and landed with a clang, like a falling goose after breaking its wings.

Wu Zaigu has experienced countless life-threatening battles in his thirty years of life. From being reckless and negligent at the beginning, to now being experienced and mature, he has long been familiar with the principle of fighting a lion with all his strength when fighting a rabbit, and has seen countless A master of capsizing in the gutter.

He gave Pei Ye the greatest respect and turned the venomous snake Pei Ye into a harmless earthworm by first poking his blind eyes and then pulling out his teeth.

Pei Ye stood motionless, the sweat on his body evaporating and starting to make him feel cold. He realized that he had truly become a victim.

In terms of strength, experience, quick wit, decisiveness, and calmness, the opponent steadily defeated him in every aspect.

For the first time, Pei Ye truly experienced this feeling. It was when all the tricks were exhausted and to no avail. His fate was completely in the hands of the enemy. He could kill as much as he wanted and tease him as much as he wanted.

The so-called desperate situation is nothing more than this.

Although he knew how powerful the enemy was before, the feeling of danger and oppression inspired him to have great courage.

At this time, the fear of being unable to resist death enveloped him for the first time - it was unclear whether it was the fear of death or the fear of powerlessness itself.

Wu Zaigu's chuckle came from the darkness, as well as the sound of holding a knife and a flower. He never thought that he would feel the joy of victory when facing a landlubber, but fortunately it was over.

Draw the knife.

In the darkness where my hands and feet were cold and my whole body was exhausted, the sound of wind pressed in, and fear and despair reached the top.

At this moment, Pei Ye finally realized that little bit of inspiration.

It turns out that it's not bad luck, but that the essence of this swordsmanship is 'harmony between heart and sword'.

After decades of immersion, after reaching the ultimate level of swordsmanship, those swordsmanship masters have painstakingly pursued the realm, which is actually the threshold for this set of swordsmanship to become a master.

Only when the state of mind is in harmony can one truly master this set of swordsmanship.

After his mind was completely immersed in despair, Pei Ye finally understood what it was saying.

Pei liquid.

——You think you are extremely talented. You can compete with seniors who are forty or fifty years old at a young age. Everyone praises you, and you are very proud of it. But have you ever thought that you are just a frog in the well?

——You think you are determined, dare to face difficulties, and can persevere, but have you really seen insurmountable difficulties? Have you ever really tasted complete failure?

——You claim to be brave, kind and righteous, and face strong enemies alone for the sake of your relatives, friends and elders, but are you really ready to die? Who did you save in the end? If you choose again, can you still choose it without hesitation?

——You are considerate and thoughtful, have a sharp mind, are good at responding to the enemy's changes, and are used to defeating the weak with the strong. But have you ever played against a truly strong opponent? Aren't you ridiculously immature in front of a powerful enemy at this time?

Who are you when everything you are proud of is worthless?

Peel off these things layer by layer from the outside to the inside, leaving only the original and weakest "I", like a wild goose with broken wings on a snowy night. This was the state of mind of the old man surnamed Yue when he founded this swordsmanship.

If you still have the courage to swing your sword at this time.

Then this sword will open its arms to you.

Pei Ye's heart was surging. Darkness, fear, the smell of blood, and the imminent blade were all far away. It didn't matter about life or death. He just couldn't wait to swing the sword out. Even if he took one last look before he died, he wanted to see what it looked like.

But where is the sword?

The sword is at hand.

Pei Ye stretched out his hand and grasped a bronze rod more than three feet long. One end was sharp and the other end was inlaid with a gourd.

In the silent night, in front of the dark curtain, countless white images suddenly surged in: snow, a jade-like white horse, ice, a shiny sword covered with frost flowers, white and sharp feathers floating all over the sky...

Draw your sword.

Wu Zaigu seemed to have fallen into darkness, real darkness.

Ignoring, hearing, and feeling, even the knife in his hand seemed to have been lost, as if he was in the deepest dream, and as if he was buried in the darkest center of the earth. The feeling of losing everything to rely on was all returned at this moment.

There was only a sharp wind running and roaring past.

A sharp tearing pain came from his throat, and all five senses suddenly returned. Wu Zaigu slowly lowered his head, and his chin rested on a hard and cold bronze rod.

This is the first form of Feiyan Sword Style on a snowy night.

[The sky covers my eyes and I lose my feathers]