Horizontal Push Starts From the Demon World

"Young master, the knife has already been delivered. In addition, this ebony scabbard is a gift from Blacksmith Liu because of the high price of the son."

At noon on the second day, Uncle Wang walked into the small courtyard and placed the knife lightly on the table in the courtyard. He looked at Ning Ke, who was still cultivating the wind stance, with a little admiration in his eyes.

The reason is very simple: Ning Ke has been practicing this fixed wind pole for nearly two hours.

This kind of diligence is something he has never seen in ordinary people.

"Have the knives been delivered?"

Hearing Uncle Wang's words, Ning Ke opened his eyes and saw the long knife on the table. He raised his hand and grabbed it. He pulled it out against the grid of the knife, performed two moves, and chopped it down.

click--

With his 300 jins of strength, the long knife didn't hinder much, and he directly chopped off a corner of the table.

Very fast, very sharp!

Ning Ke stood with the knife in hand, and flicked his finger on the blade, listening to the crisp metal vibration, and nodded lightly.

This is a long and narrow single-edged sword, and it doesn't have many radians. In his opinion, it's okay to call it a sword.

"It's not bad, but it's a little light."

light?

When Uncle Wang heard this, he raised his brows and explained:

"Young master doesn't know that the wind chasing knife is to win with speed, so he gave up the weight of most knives on the knife, in order to be light and changeable.

This wind chasing knife weighs four catties and sixty taels, which is not too light. "

Is that so....

After hearing this, Ning Ke didn't say anything more, but slowly began to practice the wind chasing knife.

In the beginning, it was just a simple swing of the sword, every move with a pause, trying to make the move correct, obscure and rigid.

After three times, he stood firm on his feet, and the wind-fixing pile was unconsciously used. The knife technique gradually became smoother, and the speed became faster and faster.

Is that so!

After I don't know how many times I practiced, Ning Ke paused and suddenly understood something, took a step back and exerted strength on his wrist.

brush brush --

Twelve-style swordsmanship, wielding six styles in a row, the willow tree that was originally used for shade, has lost a lot of branches and leaves in a blink of an eye.

...

Xiaocheng Dingfengzhuang (50/50), entry to the wind chasing knife (5/5).

"The wind-fixing pile has been completed successfully, and the wind-chasing knife is about to be completed.

As expected of the martial arts that complement each other, they practiced together, and their proficiency increased together. "

On the carriage, Ning Ke looked at the panel and began to plan for his future practice.

After the long knife arrived, they packed their bags and rushed back.

Now that I don't have much time, I must break the curse on my body if I want to survive.

After knowing that this world has supernatural power, his mind is tense all the time.

What he lacked most now was a means of restraining the weird, and it was easy to see from Uncle Wang's words that the weird was not so easy to deal with.

But if you want to improve your martial arts skills, you need to kill the strange to get energy points, which is undoubtedly an endless cycle.

The strange method of beheading...

Ning Ke tapped his finger on the scabbard, and his mind gradually drifted away.

...

soooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo

Along with the violent shaking of the carriage, the neighing sound of the horse entered Ning Ke's ears, awakening him from a state of contemplation.

"Uncle Wang, what happened?"

He held a knife with one hand, and the other hand was already pressing on the handle of the knife.

After a while, the carriage gradually stabilized, and Uncle Wang's heavy breathing could be faintly heard outside.

"Master, you'd better come out and take a look, we're afraid we're in trouble."

trouble?

After hearing this, Ning Ke also stretched out his hand to lift the curtain of the car with a knife and jumped out of the carriage.

With just one glance, his originally calm face was full of solemnity.

It's foggy outside, and it's hard to see the fog on the edge at a glance.

"When did this fog appear?"

Seeing such a scene, Ning Ke, who was still unclear about the situation at this time, had already opened his sword and was ready to unsheath his long sword at any time. Only in this way could he feel a little at ease.

"It should be the time of sunset at the Youshi. It's just right to travel. In just a blink of an eye, the fog has already shrouded up."

At this time, Uncle Wang seemed to have thought of something, his face was quite ugly, and he said:

"My lord, we are afraid that we are in that kind of trouble. We have raised this horse for more than ten years, and it has some spirituality. I didn't know if I was startled by something. If I hadn't forcibly restrained it, I would have broken free."

Ning Ke listened to these words, and the long knife in his hand was unsheathed for three points again, and he was also somewhat certain in his heart.

The fog in front of him was strange, what his eyes saw, but only a few feet away, even if his eyes were different from ordinary people, he could only see clearly a distance of three feet.

With this ability, there is no doubt that there is only weirdness!

"Uncle Wang, what do you think we should do?"

Ning Ke looked around, only to feel that the world was quiet. He, who had never experienced such a thing, didn't know what to do for a while, so he could only seek advice from Uncle Wang.

Uncle Wang was silent for a moment, looking at the fog that filled the sky, he also tightly held the long sword in his hand and said:

"If it was just me, I would naturally curb my qi and blood, bury myself and sleep for a while, and ignore what I hear and see, and maybe I'll carry it over.

But with the young master and Xiaolan's maid, we still keep on our way and leave this hellish place earlier. "

"Then listen to Uncle Wang and try to leave in a hurry."

Ning Ke just thought about it for a while, then he understood what the other party meant and agreed.

But he also knew in his heart: leaving on the road is definitely not a good way.

As an old Jianghu, Uncle Wang knew the truth that when things change after a long time, after negotiating in a few words to deal with the current situation, he continued to set foot on the road ahead.

It's just that Ning Ke didn't return to the carriage this time, but sat beside Uncle Wang to help him guard.

Not only that, but he also tore down the curtains around the carriage so that all directions could be seen.

Xiaolan was also awakened by the sound long ago. Looking at Ning Ke, who was acting like this, she was very obedient and didn't make a sound.

Under the fog~www.NovelMTL.com~ everything is lonely, only the crisp sound of horse hooves can be heard, echoing on the official road.

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"I don't know if this is an illusion or a real fog."

Ning Ke carefully observed the surroundings, her mind was tense, she raised her hand and touched her head, feeling the wet water vapor above, thinking in her heart.

During this journey, he also thought about other solutions, but because of his limited strength, there was no way to try it.

Heart hurts!

Suddenly, Ning Ke had a heartache, which made him unconsciously raise his hand to cover his chest.

The cool feeling of the jade pendant on his chest came as expected, which made his expression slightly slow down.

But the next moment, the thick fog that was originally far away from the carriage actually covered the carriage in an instant, and the cold wind blew from all directions.

The peach wood bracelet on Ning Ke's wrist suddenly became hot, and a mournful cry rang in his ears.

He fixed his eyes to see that there was a figure standing beside him.

"roll!"

He roared and jumped off the carriage, unsheathed his long sword, and swung it to his side.

The knife fell on the inverted figure, but it was only slightly hindered, and it was directly scattered in the mist.

"Sir!"

Ning Ke's loud roar made the originally quiet horses startled, and they couldn't control it.

Seeing this, Uncle Wang also spoke anxiously.

The thick fog made it impossible for him to see the road ahead.

"Don't worry about me, take Xiao Lan and leave first!"

Ning Ke responded, and turned away from the carriage that was gradually going away, staring at him.

Not far away, the fog began to condense again, and at the same time as the figure emerged, the gloomy cry resounded again.

"Master, do you really want to be a slave?"