I can explode

Although Ji Hongyue didn't tell her, he wouldn't talk about it everywhere.

At the gate of the university, Ji Hongyue had been waiting for a long time.

"How about this knife?"

Ji Hongyue handed over a knife.

Jiang Changkong looked at the knife, the whole body was blue, as if made of ordinary materials.

But the texture is firm, and there is a biting chill, which is obviously extraordinary.

He tapped lightly, there was a buzzing sound, and a chill spread.

The cold even made him feel a little uncomfortable.

A fine knife!

"A good knife, what kind of cold stone should I use to make it?" Jiang Changkong asked.

"Have good eyesight, this is made of a special kind of cold stone, although it is only mixed with scraps of cold stone, it is not something that ordinary masters can control."

Ji Hongyue smiled slightly, and threw the knife to him: "Okay, follow me."

The two left Zhenwu University and headed for Wanli Changfeng Road.

Changfeng Road is a straight road that passes through the center of Wanli City and runs through the entire Wanli City, so it is also called Wanli Changfeng Road.

Jiang Changkong followed Ji Hongyue away from Zhenwu University.

As they moved forward, the sky became completely dark, and the sky was once again full of demon spirit.

The guardrails on both sides of Wanli Changfeng Road are lit up with colorful lights.

Some young men and women walked along the guardrail.

"There are a lot of people here, so it's not suitable to do it." Jiang Changkong said lightly.

"Basically there is no one in front, that swordsman is already waiting for us." Ji Hongyue said.

Jiang Changkong nodded and quickened his pace.

As they moved forward, there were fewer and fewer people on the road, and at the end there were no one, and they also left the downtown area.

"That person is right in front, it's not convenient for me to show up." Ji Hongyue said in a low voice.

"En." Jiang Changkong left with a knife in his hand, and saw a man not long after.

A young swordsman, dressed in white, stood with his sword in his arms. His aura was restrained, but he had a special temperament of his own.

"Ok?"

The white-clothed swordsman frowned, and looked at him coldly: "Where's Ji Hongyue? Please take action?"

"She asked me to come." Jiang Changkong said indifferently.

"Why did you come here?" The white-clothed swordsman frowned and said, "Death?"

"Beat you." Jiang Changkong said calmly.

"Beat me?"

The white-clothed swordsman was taken aback for a moment, then laughed loudly and said, "Only by you, Grandmaster Seventh Level?"

As soon as the voice fell, a monstrous sword power surged, and the might of the majestic master came oppressively.

Jiang Changkong held the handle of the cold knife, ignored the coercion, and said calmly: "Are you ready? I won't bully you."

"Okay, good one doesn't bully me!"

The white-clothed swordsman laughed angrily, he was a majestic eighth-level martial artist, but he was actually underestimated by a seventh-level master.

Chapter 66: Lake Budo

The sword intent filled the air, stirring up the wind and clouds, and a bone-piercing chill emanated, as if it was about to freeze the void.

The chill spread, and a thin layer of frost condensed on the ground.

"Come on!" The white-clothed swordsman shouted coldly, and drew his long sword out of its sheath: "Thousands of miles of ice."

The icy sword light, the icy sword intent, seems to freeze everything in the world.

Clang!

The ear-piercing sound of the knife pierced through, and a dazzling knife light, like a smoldering firework, disappeared in a flash.

The ice shattered silently, the white-clothed swordsman froze, and the long sword fell, clutching his chest.

Blood flowed out, dripping unstoppable blood.

The person in front of him was still standing there, as if he hadn't moved.

The cold knife was still in its sheath, as if it hadn't been pulled out.

Fast, too fast.

It was almost beyond his first sword qi, beyond his icy sword intent.

He had never seen such a fast knife, never.

The saber intent left in the wound continued to erode his body, and he could only circulate his true energy to cooperate with the cold ice sword intent to suppress it.

"Don't go..."

puff

The white-clothed swordsman suddenly took a step forward, but he was so emotional that his right leg gave way and he half-knelt down.

The person who brought out the knife did not stop at all, but turned and left.

The cold knife was thrown into the air, and Ji Hongyue appeared to catch it: "Thank you very much."

"It's just a transaction, but I don't want to hear tomorrow that Wanli Changfeng Road is dead." Jiang Changkong said flatly: "It's okay to kill people, but it's not okay to use me to kill people!"

"Don't worry, I don't have that much hatred with him." Ji Hongyue chuckled, and a piece of paper flew out: "This is what you want, remember, don't spread it."

Jiang Changkong glanced at it. It was a map with detailed annotations.

He wrote it down, and with a wave of his hand, the real essence swept over, the paper turned into powder, drifted away with the wind, and strode away.

Watching Jiang Changkong leave, Ji Hongyue came to the white-clothed swordsman holding the cold knife.

"How?" Ji Hongyue said with a smile: "A proud swordsman, do you know that swordsmen are unfathomable?"

"Ji Hongyue, you are despicable, let the people from the Sword Palace do it!" The white-clothed swordsman gritted his teeth and said, "If you have the ability, let the people from Hongyue Pavilion come."

"Ha, he is not a member of the Sword Palace, but a friend of mine."

Ji Hongyue chuckled, and said slowly: "As for Hongyue Pavilion? How many times have you taken his sword? Have you ever seen him unsheathed?"

The swordsman in white was silent.

He didn't see clearly, or rather, only saw clearly an inch.

An inch from the knife, and he was defeated.

He never thought that a swordsman with the seventh level of a master could be so strong.

"You can't even catch him with a knife, and the genius of Jiange is nothing more than that."

Ji Hongyue shook her head lightly, holding the cold knife, ready to leave.

"Who is he!" the swordsman in white asked excitedly.

"The cold sword defeats your cold sword."

Ji Hongyue giggled, and it turned into a red light and disappeared.

"Ji Hongyue!" The white-clothed swordsman clenched his fists tightly, but he couldn't catch up with Ji Hongyue. The saber intent was still on his body, so he could only give up.

Jiang Changkong left Changfeng Road, contacted Zhou Heng, and agreed to meet at Wudao Pagoda.

When they came to the Martial Dao Tower, the three of them were squatting at the door holding some skewers.

Seeing him coming, Fang Qingyuan handed over two big meat skewers: "Here you are."

"Where are we going?" Jiang Changkong asked.

"Of course it's Martial Dao Lake." Xu Zhiwen said: "If you can enter Dream City once, Changkong won't be a waste of time for you to come to Wanli City."

"I'm not interested in Mengdu."

Jiang Changkong said, he heard Wang Chengyang mention it.

Whoever can reach the Budao Pavilion in the center of Wudao Lake will be able to enter Dream Capital.

"Even if you're not interested, you should be interested in knife skills, right?"

Fang Qingyuan continued: "There are also various saber intents, you can use the saber intent to sharpen your saber."

"Really? Wu Dao Lake has sword intent?" Jiang Changkong became a little interested.

He has now comprehended the Saber Intent of Despair and Severing Heaven and Judith. He wonders if he can comprehend it in the future after seeing the rest of the Saber Intent.

He still hasn't used Tianjiao's cultivation base for a year, if he really has the sword intention, he doesn't mind using it.

"It's not just sword intent, fist intent, and sword intent. Otherwise, why do you think it's hard to reach the martial arts pavilion in the center?"

Fang Qingyuan said: "The women in Mengdu invited many strong men to leave their unique skills in Martial Dao Lake, and even set up a large formation to block these unique skills."

"Only by breaking through these unique skills can we reach the Martial Dao Pavilion. Of course, with the presence of a large formation, the unique skills will be limited to the same level."

Jiang Changkong nodded. If the unique knowledge is too strong, it is at the level of a grand master, then basically there is no need to break through.

Martial Dao Lake is a genius among geniuses, it's not that people are not allowed to go up.

Only those who can reach the Martial Dao Pavilion are eligible to enter the Dream City and meet those martial arts talents.

While speaking, they had arrived at Martial Dao Lake.

There are many warriors in Wudao Lake, both men and women. From time to time, there is a sound of falling into the water, and they are sent ashore by a gentle force.

"There are quite a few people breaking into Wudao Lake." Jiang Changkong glanced at it and said.

"Of course, who doesn't want to go to Martial Arts Pavilion?" Xu Zhiwen said with a smile: "Even if they don't want to go, the unique skills here are worth seeing."

Jiang Changkong was not in a hurry to rush in. Looking at it, several warriors had already walked halfway, but their bodies were shaking, their steps were staggering, and they had a tendency to fall into the lake at any time.

"It's really bad luck, people from the Sword Palace are also rushing in." Zhou Heng muttered.

In Martial Dao Lake, there are two swordsmen who have just entered.

Jiang Changkong smiled, and didn't care. He didn't build this Wudao Lake. Anyone can come, as long as he doesn't provoke him.

Chapter 67: A Stroll on Lake Budo

Budo Lake, the lights are shining and colorful.

The warriors gathered by the lake, the innate warriors watched, and the master warriors tried to break through.

In the center of the lake, the gazebo is shining with golden light, and the pavilion is shrouded in clouds and mist. A woman in a white dress and a light veil sits alone, stroking the strings and playing the soft sound of the piano.

More than a dozen master warriors walked towards the Martial Arts Pavilion from different directions, stepping on the lake water.

"Today is Jiange Yunyan, don't fight with me."

A master martial artist entered Martial Dao Lake excitedly, and looked at the woman in the gazebo, his heart was attracted.

"Joke, you want to pursue Yunyan even if you are a master with five levels of strength?"

The warrior beside him sneered and entered Wudao Lake.

"In this gazebo, are people different every day?" Jiang Changkong asked.

Xu Zhiwen said: "Of course, there are quite a few women in Mengduqi who come to the Martial Arts Pavilion in turn every day to pick up and guide those who can climb the Martial Arts Pavilion."

"Jiange Yunyan, this is an incredible swordsman genius, with Yunyan's sword intent in one hand, many masters admire him."

Fang Qingyuan and Zhou Heng looked fascinated.

"Stop talking, I'll go first."