Chapter 423: Mystery and the Knife

The memories that surged in his mind made Feng Qi understand the life of the Demon Knife.

When he came to his senses, he felt a splitting headache.

Although he only saw fragments of the Demon Knife's memory, many fragments flashed by, and he could not see them all at a glance.

But the huge memory still brought him pain.

This feeling was even stronger than when he read the memory of the sacrifice line.

He couldn't help but scream in pain, sweat kept oozing from his forehead, and his red eyes were already full of bloodshot.

Feng Qi felt that his head was almost exploding with pain.

He closed his eyes at this time.

The memory of the Demon Knife was still flashing in his mind, and he couldn't tell who he was for a while.

What made Feng Qi even more unbelievable was that a trace of knife intent gradually emerged in his heart.

Through the memory images, he witnessed the growth of the Demon Knife with his own eyes.

He also saw the process of the Demon Knife cultivating a new master. These memory images subtly infiltrated his heart when "Nightmare" read the memory, allowing him to understand a trace of knife intent without knowing it.

When the flame of knife power ignited in his heart, Feng Qi opened his eyes.

A cold light flashed in his red eyes, and the ground where his sight pointed was covered with dust and a pit appeared.

Feeling unbelievable, Feng Qi closed his eyes again.

The pain on the mental level made his body tremble uncontrollably, and sweat kept flowing down, wetting the ground.

This memory was too long, and even if it was just a fragment of memory, it was still difficult for him to digest.

At this moment, he suddenly remembered what "Mo" had said to Ling Zhan.

Mo once said that he did not dare to read the memories of those ancient strongmen, because their long memories might burst his clone.

It can be seen how terrifying it is to read memories.

Although the scene of reading the memory fragments of the magic knife was not as immersive as the sacrifice line, it was much stronger than watching a movie. He was like a follower who witnessed the growth of the magic knife.

He could even clearly feel the silent sadness and crying in Chaotian's heart when his sister Chaotian passed away.

Later, Chaotian trained countless strong men, and he could clearly feel that Chaotian had given his feelings at first, but later gradually closed his heart and turned into a real magic sword that only wanted to "kill gods".

He was an accompanying witness to this journey of mental growth.

When the magic sword shattered "silence", the crazy laughter of the magic sword was still echoing in his mind, and at that time, he actually felt a hearty sense of victory in his heart.

It was precisely because of such a strong sense of substitution that he could not distinguish between the memory picture and reality after he came back to his senses.

While panting, Fengqi's mental power was almost exhausted.

Dizziness came, and he opened his eyes to find that the world was spinning, and the scene in front of him had double images.

But he endured the discomfort on the physical and mental levels and looked up at the Lord of Mist.

At this time, the spiritual contest between the Lord of Mist and the magic sword continued.

Through the content of the memory picture, Fengqi can now be sure that the magic sword at this time is not at his strongest.

Even though it is far from being comparable to the magic sword that can compete with the peak Lord of Mist 1,500 years later.

But the current magic sword is really terrible.

If the flesh and blood servants of the Demon Sword had not been shattered by the suppression of the world rules, even if the serious injury had not yet healed, the Demon Sword would still be able to kill the Lord of the Mist and him.

It can be seen that the Lord of the Mist now has an absolute advantage.

The blue light seeping from the body surface has suppressed the black mist dissipated by the Demon Sword, and the trembling of the Demon Sword has become weaker and weaker.

But for some reason, Feng Qi can clearly feel that the Demon Sword has not given up.

He is very familiar with that strong and sharp aura.

Unyielding, uncompromising, and the obsession of vowing to kill God is erupting under suppression.

Just as Feng Qi guessed, Chaotian's consciousness in the Demon Sword is accumulating strength.

"Another... miracle... I will not lose!"

The intermittent voice sounded in Feng Qi's mind, and he heard the inner cry of the Demon Sword.

The sword energy rushed into the sky at this moment, stirring the clouds above, and finally split the clouds into two and pushed them apart.

"What about miracles... I can also... kill you!"

The trembling of the Demon Sword became violent at this moment. While the power of the miracle's will suppressed the Demon Sword, it also stimulated Chaotian in the Demon Sword.

Although both are objects, miracles are gods that transcend the mundane world.

The obsession of the Demon Sword is to slash gods with the body of a mortal object. The sword energy burst out instantly, pushing Feng Qi away.

The Lord of the Mist, wearing black armor, squatted slightly and took a sword-drawing posture, and his momentum rose steadily.

Feng Qi was very familiar with this move.

Sword Tyrant Style Three: Splitting the Sky.

The purple in the Lord of the Mist's eyes was gradually covered by black, and then his right arm suddenly turned into a residual image and suddenly swung forward with a knife.

Crack!

Like a rumbling thunder, a dark lightning tore through the sky and soared into the sky, slashing in the sky, tearing a huge space crack.

After a brief silence, a strong wind swept down from the sky, blowing the space formation into chaos, and the gravel within a radius of several kilometers flew across.

This attack seemed to be slashing towards the sky, but it was actually a challenge from the Demon Sword to the invisible "God".

Looking at the Lord of the Mist who was posing as a sword, Feng Qi thought of the Demon Sword's challenge to ascend to the godhood.

At this moment, the magic knife obviously regarded the miraculous will in the Lord of Mist as a new whetstone and challenged it.

The power of the magic knife was significantly improved at this moment.

At this time, the Lord of Mist suddenly spoke:

"The body is the blade, the heart is the sheath... Today, I will open the door of my heart and kill the gods!" After

the voice fell, the Lord of Mist spread his legs, squatted slightly and placed the magic knife on his left side.

The momentum of the Lord of Mist began to rise again.

The sharp sword energy turned into a gust of wind and blew around. Feng Qi could only keep retreating to avoid the dense sword energy attack.

Under Feng Qi's gaze, the Lord of Mist maintained the posture of drawing his sword, but the black mist on his body began to rise, gradually becoming equal to the blue light. The

black mist then surged forward and gathered into a human-shaped figure holding a sword.

The black mist figure turned his back to the Lord of Mist, holding a sword with billowing black smoke, and looking forward.

At this time, the black shadow moved, and it was seen swinging the sword slowly.

There was no sword momentum, and no sword energy emerged. The black mist figure holding the sword was like practicing swordsmanship in slow motion, swinging one stroke at a time.

As time passed, the speed of the black shadow swinging the sword became faster and faster, and gradually the sword energy emerged.

The black shadow was like fighting an invisible enemy, swinging the sword more and more fiercely, and the terrifying murderous aura rose to

the sky. The blue light that emerged on the surface of the Lord of Mist was gradually suppressed as the black shadow holding the sword swung the sword, and it was actually at a disadvantage.

Seeing this scene, Feng Qi was stunned.

It was incredible that the magic sword actually suppressed the miracle item.

Just when Feng Qi had a bad feeling, the blue light on the surface of the Lord of Mist surged.

"I will never lose to my unresurrected people!"

The Lord of Mist's obsession also awakened at this moment. Under the influence of his will, the effect of the miracle will surged at the same time.

The blue light and the black mist intertwined, and the Lord of Mist's left eye turned purple and the right eye turned black.

The two forces fought for the Lord of Mist's body.

Boom!

The ground was the first to be unable to support the interweaving of the two forces, and it was instantly covered with cracks, spreading outward rapidly with the Lord of Mist as the center.

Feng Qi and other onlookers immediately chose to continue to retreat.

"Cut!"

The Lord of Mist shouted softly.

In an instant, the sword in the hand of the black shadow in front of him turned into countless afterimages.

Even the sun in the sky was covered by the black sword shadows that covered the sky and the sun. The criss-crossing sword shadows seemed to divide this world into countless pieces.

Even though they had retreated a long way, Feng Qi and other people involved in the space creation plan were still affected and could only continue to retreat.

Click!

The sound of space breaking rang out one after another. Feng Qi looked up and was shocked to find that a series of space countercurrent vortices appeared in the sky, pulling the world, as if the whole world was about to collapse.

After swinging this blow, the power of the magic knife soared, further suppressing the blue light released by the miracle will.

But this disadvantage only lasted for a few seconds before the Lord of the Mist reversed it. At

this moment, the Lord of the Mist's breath soared.

"I am... the leader of the Mist!"

With a low roar, the Lord of the Mist slowly stood up and stood facing the strong wind.

His will drove the miracle will, causing the power of the miracle will to increase several times, instantly suppressing the black fog, and the magic knife began to tremble again.

After all, mortals cannot compete with the miracle will.

Faced with one-sided suppression, Feng Qi was not happy.

He once again sensed the "unyielding will" of the magic knife rising into the sky.

Under his gaze, the black fog figure in front of the Lord of the Mist began to solidify.

This time, the figure holding the knife in the black mist was no longer a replica of the Lord of Mist, but a female figure.

Feng Qi was very familiar with this figure.

It was the real owner of the magic knife and the only obsession in Chao Tian's heart.

The strongest genius of the knife clan, Chao Xuan.

Chao Xuan stood there, and although he did not move, the power of the magic knife began to rise rapidly.

At this time, the magic knife used the miraculous will in the Lord of Mist as a whetstone.

The stronger the whetstone, the sharper the knife can be.

Looking at Chao Xuan, who was formed by the black mist, countless memories emerged in Feng Qi's mind.

"Old woman, even if I turn into a knife, I will go with you."

"Sister, this is our agreement. Even if the enemy is a god, you and I can kill the god!"

...

Boom!

The momentum of the magic knife soared at this moment.

Slash the sky! Slash the earth! Slash the god!

The three strongest sword techniques that the magic knife realized in the challenge of ascending to the god appeared on the surface of the magic knife.

Under the suppression of the miracle will, the power of the magic knife began to gradually increase, and the more it was sharpened, the sharper it became.

The disadvantages eventually tended to balance again.

The left eye was purple, the right eye was black, the Lord of the Mist and the magic knife each occupied half of the body, and the fierce confrontation had not stopped.

Even though they were far apart, Feng Qi still felt frightened.

He knew how strong the Lord of the Mist's obsession with resurrecting his people was, and he knew clearly how the multiple timelines interacted.

By reading the memory screen, he also knew how much the magic knife wanted to "slay the gods".

The miracle will made the Lord of the Mist stronger, but it also aroused the indomitable will in the heart of the magic knife.

Every time the power of the miracle will is strengthened, the magic knife will be strengthened.

This is the horror of the magic knife's challenge to ascend to the gods.

The enemy is the grindstone.

Feng Qi didn't know how

strong the magic knife would be in the future. But just looking at the future dream of the previous timeline, the magic knife was able to fight the Lord of the Mist at his peak, which showed that the magic knife at that time had a strong strength that was not weaker than the miracle item.

It's no wonder that the magic knife is looking for qualified opponents to challenge.

The ultimate goal of the challenge of becoming a god is not to become a god, but to become a godslayer.

Feng Qi was completely shocked by the magic sword.

The future potential of this magic sword is unimaginable.

Boom!

At this time, a loud noise pulled Feng Qi back to his thoughts.

Looking up, Chao Xuan slowly raised the sword in his hand and stood it in front of his chest.

At this moment, Feng Qi vaguely saw a familiar memory.

That was the first time Chao Xuan taught Chao Tian to practice sword.

"Brother, watch this move."

Memories and reality overlapped, and Chao Xuan also swung a simple and unpretentious knife at this time.

The shadow of the magic knife condensed in the sky in an instant, and then swung forward.

Feng Qi looked in the direction of the magic knife and found that a small mountain to the east was actually split into two, and then the sound of the mountain crumbling came into his ears.

Boom!

It was as if the sky was falling and the ground was shaking uncontrollably.

After this blow, the power of the magic knife increased.

But the Lord of the Mist did not give in either. Under the influence of his will, the disadvantage was quickly reversed.

This invisible battle is not only a battle between the will of miracles and the magic knife, but also a battle between the Lord of the Mist and Chao Tian.

In the previous future line, the confrontation between the two took place in the future world 1,500 years later.

But in this future line, this battle came early.

The same thing is that they are in a stalemate again in this battle, and no one has an absolute advantage.

It's like a battle of fate, or a repetition of history.

As the battle escalated, the body of the Lord of Mist was obviously unable to bear it, and cracks appeared on its surface.

When the body of the Lord of Mist was on the verge of collapse, Feng Qi suddenly became anxious.

If the battle continued, even if the Lord of Mist could win, he would still die.

Just when Feng Qi wanted to forcefully open his divine body again and intervene in the battle at the risk of his own death, an accident happened.

The magic knife suddenly broke away from the Lord of Mist's right hand and flew into the hands of the figure in front of her.

She turned back and looked at the Lord of Mist.

The Lord of Mist also came to his senses at this time. Without the control of the magic knife, his eyes returned to normal.

Neither of them spoke, but just looked at each other.

At this time, the magic knife trembled, and the black mist figure slowly said:

"You are qualified to be my whetstone. I remember you. Leave your name and fight again in the future."

"Miyun."

"I remember. I hope you don't fall on the road of growth. I'll wait for you in the future."

After the voice fell, the magic knife slowly turned around.

"What's your name!"

The Lord of Mist asked just as the Demon Knife was about to leave.

"Demon Knife Chaotian."

"Are you interested in becoming my weapon?" The Lord of Mist said this with confidence on his face, not worrying that the Demon Knife would retaliate.

"No, you have the same unshakable obsession as me. You are not suitable for holding a knife. You are the strongest knife yourself." As

soon as the voice fell, Chao Xuan's figure shattered, the Demon Knife soared into the sky, and disappeared from sight in the blink of an eye.

The battle ended, and the area within a radius of several kilometers was in ruins.

Feng Qi came to the Lord of Mist at this time:

"Old Mi, how are you?"

"Don't worry, I'm fine. Demon Knife... Chaotian, I remember him. He taught me how to drive the will of miracles. I should thank him."

Looking at the direction where the Demon Knife disappeared, the Lord of Mist stood with his hands behind his back, and a bright smile appeared on his face.

Hearing this, Feng Qi breathed a sigh of relief.

"Let's go back."

With that, the Lord of Mist turned around calmly and then fell straight down.

Feng Qi: ...

Looking at the Lord of the Mist who had already lost consciousness, Feng Qi felt helpless.

"You can't even hold on any longer, what are you pretending to be?"

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