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

Pei Li frowned and looked at the arc it drew, glanced at the landing point, suddenly figured out something, and his heart tightened suddenly.

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

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

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

Pei Ye didn't know.

Without goals, no details of the opponent's move, no distance between us, and no time to react, even if he has unique skills, he can only be helpless.

The five senses pulled the sword skills back, or the sword skills were too outstanding, which made him unexpectedly hold on for so long with such a huge gap in strength.

The darkness beside me seemed to be covered with sharp needles, and a fatal blow could occur at any time or in any direction.

The heart almost stopped beating. Under the pressure of dying at any time, Pei Yu quickly thought about countermeasures, but it was useless.

This is an open conspiracy, a gap caused by strength. It is easy for a warrior from the seventh generation of meridian tree to kill a land duck, but now things are just back to normal track.

Without more time to think, even the worst solution is better than waiting to die at this time.

So regardless of the entire room between himself and the flames, Pei Ye strides towards it based on his memory.

The whole room was only three or five steps away, and it seemed that the light of light appeared in front of him, but Wu Zaigu would not have trapped the beast and gave him any chance. Pei Ye's head sounded sharply and he would cut open his neck the next moment.

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

I don’t know where you will attack, so I will take the initiative to expose the most vulnerable behind you; I don’t know when you will attack, so I will take the initiative to lift the black cloth and force you to shoot out at this moment.

The long sword in his hand was ready to go, so he gritted his teeth, twisted his steps, turned around, and drew his sword!

In a darkness, give everything to God's will.

It depends on whether my sword can cut his throat faster!

A metal and iron attack.

Pei Ye's heart sinks to the bottom of the valley.

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

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

Pei Ye was luring him out of the sword, but he was also waiting for Pei Ye to out of the sword. What he asked for was not to kill the enemy with one sword, but to fight against swords.

As he expected, under the huge gap in strength, Pei Ye's sword flew out of his hand and landed on the ground with a "ding" sound, like a geese falling from his wings.

Wu has experienced countless battles of life in Gu's thirty years. From his recklessness and negligence at the beginning to his current experience, he has long been familiar with the principle of lions fighting with rabbits and using all his strength, and has also seen countless masters who have capsized their gutters.

He gave Pei Ye the greatest respect, and first poked Pei Ye, the poisonous snake, blinded, and then pulled off his teeth, turning it into an unthreatening earthworm.

Pei Li stood still, and the evaporation of sweat on his body began to make him feel cold. He realized that he had truly become a fish meat under the knife.

In terms of strength, experience, imperative, decisive, and calm, the other party has overcome him steadily.

Pei Ye truly realized this feeling for the first time. It was useless after all the tricks were used up. His destiny was completely controlled by the enemy. He could kill whatever he wanted and tease whatever he wanted.

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

Although he had known the strength of the enemy before, the feeling was dangerous and oppressive, which would arouse his great courage.

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

Wu Zaigu's chuckle came from the darkness and the sound of a sword-wounding flower. He never thought that he would have the joy of victory when facing a land duck, but fortunately everything was over.

Take out the knife.

In the darkness where hands and feet are cold and all over are exhausted, the wind is oppressed, and fear and despair are reaching the top.

In this moment, Pei Ye finally realized the light of inspiration.

It turned out that it was not that I was not lucky, but that the essence of this sword technique was actually "heart and sword harmony".

After decades of immersion, after reaching the extreme of sword moves, the realm that everyone has been pursuing hard for is the threshold for this set of sword skills to enter the house.

Only when the state of mind is in harmony can we truly control this sword technique.

After her mood was completely immersed in despair, Pei Ye finally understood what it was telling.

Pei Liquid.

——You think you are extremely talented and can compete with seniors in their forties and fifties at a young age. Everyone praised you and you are proud. But have you ever thought that you are just a frog in the well?

——You think you are determined and dare to face difficulties and can be indomitable, but have you really seen insurmountable difficulties? Have you really tasted the taste of complete failure?

——You claim to be extremely brave and kind, and you are kind and righteous. For your relatives, friends and elders, you are really ready to die? Who did you save in the end? Can you still be determined to choose again?

——You are proud of yourself, have a careful mind, are good at facing enemy changes, and are accustomed to defeating the strong with weak. But how have you ever played against a real strong player? At this time, aren’t you ridiculously young in front of a strong enemy?

When everything you rely on is worthless, who are you?

Stripping these things from the outside to the inside layer by layer, leaving only the initial and weakest "I", like a geese with broken wings on a snowy night. This is the mood of the old man surnamed Yue when he founded this sword technique.

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

Then this sword will open your arms to you.

Pei Ye's heart was surging, darkness, fear, blood, and the imminent blades were all away. It had nothing to do with life and death. He just couldn't wait to swing the sword out. Even if he had the last glance before his death, he wanted to see what it looked like.

But where is the sword?

The sword is right at hand.

Pei Ye reached out to hold it, a bronze rod more than three feet long, with one end being sharp and a gourd inlaid on the other end.

In the quiet night, in front of the dark curtain, countless white images suddenly surged in: snow, white horses like jade, ice, and bright swords covered with frosted flowers, and white and sharp feathers floated all over the sky...

Draw a sword.

Wu Zaigu seemed to fall into darkness, real darkness.

Ignore, hear, feel no sense, even the knife in my hand seems to have been lost, as if I am in the deepest dream, and as if I have been buried in the darkest center of the earth. The feeling of losing all my reliance is returned at this moment.

Only a sharp wind was running and roaring.

A severe torn pain came from his throat, and all five senses returned. Wu Zaigu slowly lowered his head and pressed a hard and cold bronze pole on his chin.

This is the first pose of the Snowy Night Flying Geese Sword Style.
Chapter completed!