Douluo's Ultimate Knife

Chapter 122
Miyamoto Kan stretched out trembling hands, picked up the dagger little by little, and slowly approached his abdomen.

Suddenly Gokono stood up and looked out of the courtyard solemnly.

"Here we come." Without seeing Itsukono's move, the dagger in Miyamoto's hand had already fallen, "Trash!"

Gokono returned to the house and took out his treasured sword, and walked out of the courtyard.He felt an extremely sharp breath there, like a long knife hanging above his head.

Opening the door of the gymnasium, Gokono saw Song Que and Igarashi Seye standing outside the door.Song Que knew he was in the right place when he saw Wuheye.

The spirit of the old man in front of him is not what ordinary people can possess, and there is no sign of decline in him.

"Are you the one who defeated my unbelievable disciple?"

"That's right. I heard that Duan Shui Liu has a strong heritage, so I'm here to ask for advice." Song Que said lightly.

"Ask for advice? Sounds good! Your purpose is not just that!" Wu Heye is also an old man, so of course he doesn't think Song Que's purpose is so simple.

"If I win, I want to read the dense scriptures left by your school."

"Hmph! Let's talk about it after you win." Wu Heye held the handle of the knife, and his momentum rose like a wave.

The surrounding trees began to shake, and the gravel rolled under their feet.

Of course, this aura can't affect Song Que, but the color leaf beside him already feels a little short of breath.

"Back off!"

Then Song Que's body also erupted with the momentum of the sword from the sky. It can be said that the aura was like a deep, and the momentum of the saber gradually suppressed Wuheye's aura.

The ground under Song Que's feet was criss-crossed by knife marks, and all the vegetation around him was cut off.

Wu Heye has already lost in the competition of momentum, and the situation will only get worse if it continues.

Clang.

The moment Wukono rushed out, the samurai sword in his hand was out of its sheath. Although this drawing of the sword had not reached the ultimate level, it was not something ordinary people could catch with the naked eye.

With his keen perception, Song Que stepped back the moment the blade came, and the blade brushed against his clothes.

When drawing the knife and chopping has not achieved the ultimate synchronization of unsheathing and returning to the sheath, there will be a pause in accumulating power after returning to the sheath, which is a flaw.

Sure enough, Wuheye missed the cut with Song Que, so he quickly retracted the samurai sword, and after a while he was about to strike again.

Song Que took a step forward, stretched out his hand and pressed on the handle of the half-drawn knife, and Wuheye's drawn knife was instantly broken.

As expected, Wuheye had rich experience, and he didn't hesitate to back away before Song Que made a move.

"Cut off the water, run on the waves."

This move became more and more powerful in the old man's hands, the samurai sword waved afterimages in the air, and the disturbed air seemed to be steamed with water mist.

"Heavenly Knife Extreme."

The wooden knife in his waist seemed to disappear suddenly, and suddenly appeared on Song Que's right hand.

After the wooden knife appeared, the light of the knife appeared, and the afterimage of Wu Heye's slash dissipated, and there was a slender bloodstain on the broken Taoist uniform on his chest.

"Your knife is indeed not slow, but you only need one knife to kill." Song Que put his left hand behind his back, and threw the blood off the wooden knife with his right hand.

"Just now I was a step behind. Next, let me show you what I have learned in the past 20 years."

Wukono took a deep breath, and the light in his eyes was exposed.

"Stop the flow, stop the water."

Wuheye integrated all his aura into this knife, this knife may really have the power to cut off the invisible water flow.

Wuheye has surpassed many swordsmen to comprehend the artistic conception of the sword, this time is enough for Song Que to take it seriously.

Song Que stood the wooden knife above his head, and the wooden knife glowed white.

"Heaven asked, the upper and lower are not in shape, so why test it?"

In Wuheye's perception, Song Que was not holding a wooden knife, but a piece of heaven and earth, a big sun.

The wooden sword fell slowly, in stark contrast to Wukono's extremely fast samurai sword.

boom.

Just the competition of knife skills and will erupted with terrifying power. The center of the collision between Song Que and Wuheye was dusty, and a strong air current spread.

The ground under Wuheye's feet turned into quicksand, and the treasured sword that had been with him for many years had been shattered into pieces, leaving only the handle in his hand.

Suddenly, Wuheye spewed blood and fell on the deserted land. The disciples onlookers hesitated after they wanted to come over to see Song Que.

Only his first disciple ignored Song Que and ran to Wu Heye's side to support his upper body.

After Wuheye coughed a few more times, he looked at Song Que and asked, "What's the name of the saber technique just now?"

"God asks."

"Hahaha, crazy enough, seeing this knife is worth it in my life. I agree to whatever you want to see, and the burial helped me up."

"Sorry, I can't hold back."

Wu Heye waved his hands after being lifted up, "It's okay, my body is still very strong."

After a fight, Song Que and Se Ye were so muddle-headed that Wuheye invited them to the gymnasium as guests, and after a while took out a stack of ancient books and put them in front of Song Que.

In these ancient books, there are even more cultivation methods that cannot be passed on.

In the following day, Song Que immersed himself in these ancient books. Wu Heye didn't bother him and even told his disciples not to approach, so as not to interrupt Song Que's train of thought.

Se Ye quietly accompanied Song Que, sometimes flipping through the ancient books that Song Que had read, which made her dizzy.

A day later, Song Que finally finished reading all the ancient books, and had some understanding of the cultivation system in this world.

These ancient books record that all cultivation methods originate from the ancient oriental countries far away, and all cultivation methods revolve around the physical body in the environment of the end of Dharma.

In other words, these cultivation methods have the same root as the refining and transforming qi in Douluo, but after several generations of improvement, the current cultivation method relies on breathing methods.

So Song Que will use another method to walk the road of refining and transforming Qi in the future.

Just like the practice method of cutting off the water flow is to take a breath and get stuck on the lungs, which is similar to the principle of choking on water and coughing to exercise the inner muscles.

It's just that this kind of cultivation method is not complete for the tempering of the body, and there are still many places that cannot be scrupled.

Song Que couldn't help but try the cultivation method of cutting off the flow of water.

He swallowed a breath and got stuck in his lungs, the foreign body sensation made him cough out for a moment.

Unwilling to admit defeat, how could Song Que give up and practice repeatedly.

It was only when I knew No. 14 times that I restrained my coughing instinct.

Se Ye, who didn't know the reason, only saw that Song Que was coughing every time he inhaled, thinking that he was injured in the previous battle.

Quickly got up and came behind Song Que and patted him on the back lightly.

Even a light slap made the air in Song Que's lungs vibrate, and he coughed out again immediately after he had just learned to restrain himself.

"How's the tube? Is it better? Do you want to go to the hospital?" Se Ye's flawless face pressed against Song Que's, and said worriedly.

Song Que coughed a few more times before he helplessly stretched Se Ye's body, and said slowly, "I'm fine, I just practiced according to the book."

(End of this chapter)