Ge Lengshan laughed and said: "When a man is angry, blood splashes five steps away? That's all happened in ancient times. Now I am in heaven, and you are only in the mortal world, and you will never be able to come to me."

"Yeah?"

"Yes, answer me now, do you want to work under me?"

"Not coming."

"Then go to hell," the old man said, ignoring him, smiling at the maid beside him and nodding: "Today's tea was brewed well."

Wu Xiaode stood still, then suddenly raised his hand and drew his knife, slashing it diagonally in front of him.

Whoosh!

A sniper bullet was split in half in the air, dragging a long, flying gray line on the walls on both sides of the street.

He held the knife motionless and said silently:

"Finished?"

"That's it." Wu Xiaode said.

There seemed to be some appreciation in the tone of the ancestor spirit: "Boy, today you have completed my commission and promised to take care of my descendants in the future. I will preach on your behalf and pass on a sword technique to you."

"There is a saying called 'the light of the sword and the shadow of the sword'."

"This word refers to two kinds of weapons. Among them, the knife is actually used like this." New

"Watch it -"

The long sword was retracted and returned to its sheath, then suddenly it was drawn out again and slashed hard!

But I saw a golden light fly out from the blade, dragging a dazzling thin line on the street. In an instant, it flew across a distance of several thousand meters and hit a room in a building two streets away.

The blood instantly stained the window red.

The window glass fell down with a crash, revealing the sniper rifle in the room and the body that was chopped into two pieces.

A beautiful line of blood spattered on the snow-white wall.

Death to the sniper!

The ancestral spirit stood in the middle of the street and taught earnestly: "The sword shines through the blade, cutting the sky and the earth. No matter how hard you dodge, you are just a ray of dead soul on my blade. This is the method of using the heart of the sword. Remember."

"

"Yes, senior."

Wu Xiaode looked towards the holographic image.

I saw that the expression of the commander of the Imperial Military Aircraft Department, Ge Lengshan, who was leaning on crutches, did not change at all, and there was even a hint of ridicule in the corner of his mouth.

Ge Lengshan took a sip of tea and said gently: "Innocent child, since I dare to show up, it proves that your life is already in my hands. Do you really think you can survive?"

"Let's make a bet." Wu Xiaode said.

"What to bet on?"

"If I survive today, you will die; if I die in your hands, I will no longer be able to care about Xia Huilan's affairs. She belongs to you."

"I have already won." Ge Lengshan said calmly and made another gesture.

As soon as he made this gesture, Wu Xiaode's ancestral spirit immediately felt something.

"Murderous aura... I sensed quite a terrifying power, which should be able to level this area." Zu Ling said.

"Do you want to escape?" Wu Xiaode asked.

"I don't have much time to stay, kid, listen up!"

The ancestor spirit shouted: "Don't let the fear of life and death interfere with your sword intention. Concentrate your energy and forget yourself. Next, I will teach others your sword skills -"

He controlled Wu Xiaode's body, stood on the spot with his knees bent, pressed the handle of the knife with his hand, and lowered his head.

Qian Mingkui was lying on the wall of the martial arts hall, looking at Monk Zhang Er who was confused. However, he felt heart palpitations and held back his words several times.

Silence fell all around.

Just listen to Wu Xiaode singing softly: "You buried your bones in the mud under the spring, I will send you to the world with a head full of snow."

His whole body was shaken, and a swirling cold wind suddenly exploded under his feet, covering all the raindrops around him, spinning and scattering in all directions.

boom--

The long sword was unsheathed, and the blade exploded with a thunderous roar.

Wu Xiaode held the knife in one hand and swung it into a jagged afterimage.

I saw lines of golden light condensed into lines, shooting out from the bright sword light, and slashing towards the depths of the sky.

Everything passes in an instant.

Clang!

The sword is sheathed.

The undercurrent of wind blew in and lingered around Wu Xiaode's body, lingering for a long time.

He held down the handle of the knife and said silently in an instructive tone:

"As mentioned in the poem, there are two styles of this sword technique. They are taught by gods and men. They are extremely powerful and should not be taught lightly unless there is a great opportunity."

"The gesture just now was 'Bury your bones under the spring and pin them in the mud'."

"As for the second move, 'I'll send the world to the world with a head full of snow', you can't bear the appearance of this sword yet. If you forcefully cut it out, you will suffer the consequences. Just keep it in your mind and wait until your soul power is greatly increased before using it."

"Boy, I want to teach you that since you are willing to protect my orthodox school, I am not a stingy person."

"The green mountains will not change, and the green waters will always flow. Farewell!"

After the words fell, Wu Xiaode suddenly found that he had regained control of his body.

The Book of the Dead floats aside, with lines of small ice crystal characters exuding cold white air constantly appearing on the pages:

"The body has completed its final synchronization."

"The ancestor spirit has left your body and returned to the spirit world."

"You have received the last teaching from the ancient ancestral spirit."

"You begin to master the secret flow of the sword of unknown origin——"

"Walking alone in the wind and snow."

"On this occasion, you have acquired a mysterious sword technique."

"You are beginning to master the prerequisite knife skills of this sword technique. If you practice diligently, you will become a master of sword techniques."

Wu Xiaode concentrated on analyzing carefully and found that various scenes of fighting with knives emerged in his memory.

These were all taught to me by that ancestral spirit.

Just like when I was taught the Iron Thread Fist.

but--

What did that ancestor spirit kill just now?

In the pouring rain, he held down the long knife and looked up at the sky.
Chapter completed!