With just one stroke, the black blade broke into two pieces.

"This is my sharpness!"

At this moment, the aura on the young man suddenly changed, and all the ways were integrated into one, melting a furnace.

This is his real sharpness.

Whether it is a curse or a shackle, it can be cut off.

Even the black blade could not bind his fate and trap his future.

Neither the past nor the present can reach this immortal edge.

"During life and death, I suddenly heard the great way!" Wang Qiong was horrified and widened his eyes.

The real black blade!?

Rumble...

The sword light soared into the sky, covering the sky for thousands of miles.

Under such a knife light, cracks appeared on the gray-patterned man's body, like a dry earth.

"You found your own way..."

Before he finished speaking, the man with gray patterns turned into ashes.

The True King, a True King, fell like this, and became the soul of the sacrifice sword awakened by the Black Blade.

The young man was speechless. He held the hilt of the knife and took away the remaining blade. As for the other part, it stayed here forever.

That represents his past, his past nightmare, and his cursed destiny.

He cut it off with his own sharp edge and buried it forever.

"Boss..." Wang Qiong whispered, and just by watching, he felt thrilling and turbulent.

Such a life is indeed extremely exciting, and only after hundreds of disasters can one be immortal.

Watching the life of a master of this level and understanding the Tao and Dharma is more useful than practicing any classic technique.

There is no doubt that the Black Blade, one of the twelve thrones, is one of the most brilliant marks of this era.

Therefore, it is recorded in the "Dharma-Ending Sutra" and engraved here.

The boss's path is obviously not only that. His sharpness will still change at different ages and different states of mind, but it will become even more terrifying.

At this moment, he just cast a knife embryo.

“The "Dharma-Ending Sutra" is really terrible!”

Wang Qiong didn't know that ordinary little guys would never see the imprint of a master of a level like Black Blade.

That terrifying and huge thought is not something that younger generations can afford.

However, he has a causal involvement with his boss and an indestructible bond. In addition, he has comprehended and practiced the black blade sword intent.

The two of them were led to this great opportunity.

...

The light and shadow dissipate, and time flows again.

In the ancient temple of the wilderness, there was only a dim candlelight, and the coldness of the dark night was also dispelled by this ray of light.

The young boss sat cross-legged in the ancient temple with the black blade next to him. He looked at the heavy rain outside the door and then looked at the man sitting opposite him.

"You have been staring at me for a long time." The young boss said lightly.

"I'm looking at the knife." The man spoke.

"What's so good about a broken blade?"

"No, I'm looking at you!" A glimmer of light appeared in the man's eyes: "What a terrible knife... The first time I came out and walked around, I actually encountered such a knife..."

The young boss's eyes were slightly sunk: "Who are you?"

When the man heard this, he smiled: "My surname is Wang!"

"The surname is Wang..." The young boss frowned suddenly, and a glimmer flashed in his eyes.

"Shenquan Mountain!?"

Rumble...

Outside the temple, the thunder sounded loudly, like the wrath of heaven, covering up his voice.

The man surnamed Wang was stunned, and his face could not hide his surprise.

"You actually know?"

As he spoke, the man surnamed Wang's expression returned to normal: "You are indeed not an ordinary knife!"

Wang Qiong quietly looked at the recorded time mark, a little dazed, wondering what the meaning of this conversation was?

Squeak...

At this moment, the half-closed door suddenly opened.

On a rainy night, a man in a black robe walked in. He felt as if he was in a shadow and could not see his face clearly.

But the moment he appeared, the black fire in Wang Qiong's body suddenly jumped, showing unprecedented mania.

"What a heavy rain!" The man in black robe said to himself, and without waiting for anyone to greet him, he sat down next to the fire and roasted the fire.

The young boss glanced at him and said nothing.

"The heaven is furious, and the rain is raging. In this kind of weather, there must be real dragons..." The man in black robe suddenly said: "The small ruined temple actually hides two real dragons."

"The people from the Wang family... haven't seen each other for a long time..."

Before he finished speaking, the man surnamed Wang changed color, like a frightened beast, full of vigilance, and a cold light burst out in his eyes.

"Hehe... He said it well, you are a good knife..."

The man in black robe did not respond, but looked at the boss instead.

"Who are you?" said the young boss in a deep voice.

"Chain seller!"

"Selling chairs?" the young boss frowned.

The man in black robe shook his head: "The chair I sell is extraordinary, only the highest one can enjoy..."

"That is the throne standing above the top!"

As he spoke, the man in black robe smiled slightly: "Are you interested?"

"No!" the young boss shook his head.

"That's a pity..."

The man in black robe slowly stood up and walked out of the ruined temple without looking back, and walked into the storm.

"The ancient throne... will rise in the ruins...the corpses are made into the ground...the blood is the river..."

The chant sounded and came from a distance, like a murmur in a dream, lingering on the banks of the ancient temple.

...

The light and shadow dissipate, but what appeared in front of Wang Qiong was the downtown of the imperial capital.

Now the boss has become a butcher, killing pigs and selling meat every day with the broken black blade.

His business is good, and there are many people who come to buy meat every day, most of whom are girls.

There is no need to laugh and chat between transactions.

The boss's meat was well cut, and his lazy and slutty look attracted many loyal customers.

"The interest developed in my youth, no wonder I like opening a butcher shop so much..." Wang Qiong muttered.

From one day on, the boss began to seem something wrong. He found that among the many guests, there was one more man, a man of his age.

The man had a scar on his forehead, which was covered with a bun, and it would be difficult to find if he didn't look closely.

He comes every day, and doesn't buy meat. He sits in the teahouse next to him, stares at the meat stall, and sits for a day.

I am afraid that being stared at by a man every day is unbearable, unless this person also likes men.

Obviously, the boss is not!

After a long time, the boss seemed to be unable to bear the secret gaze anymore and called the man over.

"You don't buy meat, you come every day, what do you want to do?"

"I don't buy meat, but I want to buy your knife!" The man pointed to the black blade on the chopping board.

"Who are you? You really dare to speak!" The boss was stunned and then said coldly.
Chapter completed!