Zhan Wuque left the banquet and went straight back to the Long family.

In the evening, he still remembered a treasure appraisal banquet, which seemed to be displayed with gods. In addition, Ziwei repeatedly invited her, it was hard to stop her affection, and Zhan Wuque was ready to go.

While there was still some time, Zhan Wuque was preparing to take the time to practice a martial arts book about swordsmanship.

The Yin-Yang Knife at the semi-district level must also have suitable martial arts matching to exert its true power!

Sitting cross-legged in the secret room, Zhan Wuque slowly closed his eyes.

This secret room is deep in the Long family, and Long Aotian specially left it to Zhan Wuque for retreat, so he is not afraid of anyone disturbing him.

Empty your mind, countless martial arts emerge one by one in your mind.

Zhan Wuque's soul is incomplete, his memory is incomplete, and his martial arts are not all, but they are enough.

After half a cup of tea, Zhan Wuque frowned slightly, but he had not yet chosen it.

Although there are many martial arts in his mind, not many suitable for his realm.

Most of the martial arts in his mind were successful in his previous life and obtained four battles. Some powerful martial arts have a high threshold. They often need to start with the Martial Emperor's Martial Spirit. They are not good at ordinary mysterious martial arts and are not favored by them.

Suddenly, Zhan Wuque was shocked.

In his mind, he saw a unique swordsmanship and martial arts book.

It is said to be a book, but in fact it is just a piece of paper and a few words.

Perhaps it should not be said to be a martial art.

Because, it is a simple knife.

Zhan Wuque's thoughts touched lightly, and the memories of the past echoed.

He remembered the name of this sword technique.

Sword drawing technique!

Thinking of the sword drawing technique, Zhan Wuque couldn't help but think of an old friend in his youth in his previous life.

Hu Zi.

In his previous life, Zhan Wuque was an orphan. Fortunately, he joined the sect, but he was stupid and his cultivation progressed slowly. He could only be an outer disciple with a low status, doing miscellaneous work every day and hungry every day.

At that time, there were many outer disciples, and Hu Zi was like him, doing rough work every day.

He and Hu Zi lived in a room with Ma Peng. The two of them met day and night, encouraging each other to become true inner disciples.

The two are the best friends.

Until one day, Hu Zi was sent back on the verge of death, his body was covered in blood and his legs were knocked to pieces.

Zhan Wuque was furious and found out that it was done by an inner disciple, and the reason for beating people was simply because he was in a bad mood.

Hu Zi died shortly after being sent back. Before his death, he left half of his tissue paper to Zhan Wuque.

That half of the thin paper is a sword drawing technique!

The sword drawing technique is a family heirloom in Hu Zi's mouth. It is said that it was left by a master hundreds of years ago and passed down from generation to generation, with the power of unpredictable gods and ghosts.

For this reason, the tiger son got out of bed and practiced hard every day when the rooster crowed. However, after practicing it, he only had one move. Not only did he not see any progress, but his martial arts realm fell.

After his death, it was left to Zhan Wuque, hoping that he would use this technique to avenge him one day.

Later, Zhan Wuque initially integrated martial arts and showed his strength. He was recorded in the inner gate by exception. After that, he made rapid progress and killed the man who killed the tiger son in an inner gate competition.

For this reason, Zhan Wuque specially practiced the sword drawing technique for a while and finally used this technique to finish the man.

After that, this technique was forgotten by Zhan Wuque.

This technique is not a martial art or a secret technique. After a long period of practice, it can only make the sword drawing faster. It is really useless. Zhan Wuque had to give up. As for the masters left by Hu Zi, in his opinion, it was too exaggerated by Hu Zi's ancestors.

Until today, Zhan Wuque unintentionally traced his memory and then remembered this technique.

Zhan Wuque sighed in his heart, time flies, thousands of years have passed, and everything in the past has become the clouds and smoke of the past.

With a thought, Zhan Wuque was ready to continue looking for martial arts that suit him.

"wrong"!

Zhan Wuque's thoughts gathered together and fell into his mind half of the broken pages.

On the remaining page, there is only a simple portrait of a person and a few lines of small characters.

The person in the portrait just outlined a few strokes casually, holding a knife in his hand and taking it out.

Everything is very simple, like a child doing it casually.

But Zhan Wuque's face was indeed slightly solemn, and all his spiritual thoughts fell on the portrait.

He began to practice sword drawing in his mind.

In his previous life, he worked hard for a month and was naturally extremely familiar with it. It was not difficult for him to simulate it in his mind.

Pull it out, collect it!

Pull it out, collect it!

Pull it out, collect it!

Zhan Wuque's divine thought turned into a vague figure, falling into his mind, repeating this action constantly.

Moreover, he was constantly adjusting his angle, and his similarity was getting higher and higher with the person in the portrait.

One hundred knives, one thousand knives, ten thousand knives!

Hundreds of thousands of knives, millions of knives, millions of knives!

until……

One hundred million knives!!!

The vague figure transformed from the divine mind made the sword very fast, and in a blink of an eye he drew his sword 100 million times!

How fast is the thought, let alone the divine thought.

At this time, only a few breaths have passed outside the world.

But Zhan Wuque paid a heavy price.

Some of the soul power he had finally recovered was almost exhausted.

Divine thoughts are the derivative of the power of the soul, which is itself equivalent to the power of the soul.

The power of the soul was gone, Zhan Wuque's eyes were black, his face turned pale, and his headache was about to break.

But he gritted his teeth tightly, not only did he stop, but he continued to wave his sword with his heart.

In the end, Zhan Wuque didn't know how many times he pulled it out, and his consciousness was almost falling asleep.

Finally, in my mind, the phantom of divine thought that was so weak that it was almost transparent, was pulled out again.

This knife finally overlaps with the knife posture of the portrait, completely consistent with it.

At this moment, a thunder suddenly sounded over the dragon capital, and then thunder clouds rolled.

This is a red thundercloud!

All the warriors in Longdu were shocked.

The golden thunder clouds are a disaster for weapons.

Purple thunder clouds are the elixir disaster.

The black thunder clouds are the Taoist robbery, the robbery of warriors.

These are the three kalpas known to the world.

But the red thunder clouds at present completely break the rules.

What kind of thunder disaster is this?

"Boom boom boom boom boom"!

The power of the sky is vast, and the thunder tribulation is coming to the world. The aura of destroying the world fills the entire dragon capital. Countless warriors are crawling on the ground under the pressure of the vast sky.

Even King Wu and even the powerful King Wu had to kneel down on one knee and lower his head.

The powerful Martial Emperor who was suppressed by just the might of the might cannot move. It can be seen that the terrible red cloud thunder tribulation is the far-winning weapon thunder tribulation and the three catastrophes!

The Long family, in the secret room.

Zhan Wuque sat cross-legged on the ground, his face dull and lifeless.

Because all his mind and spirit were gathered together at this time.

Deep in my mind, a vague figure with all the divine thoughts of Zhan Wuque stood with a knife, as if he was aware of the thunder tribulation outside. He took one step and appeared again, it was already in mid-air.

Some of the powerful Martial Emperors seemed to feel something, and looked up with difficulty. When they saw the blurry figure in the air, they were shocked.

It was so difficult for them to even look up, but this person could stand in the air. How strong is he? Is he a strong man in Wuling?

In the city, there is a luxurious manor.

This is the stronghold of Guiyi Pavilion, and the people responsible for the assessment are here.

They were still talking a lot just now, and they looked down on these third-class empires in their words. But they never thought that in the next moment, thunder clouds came to the world, and the pressure was like Mount Tai pressing the top, which made the people bleed in their mouths and noses, and their bodies were covered in blood.

Among them, the leader, the white-haired old man had the strongest cultivation and was already at the peak of the Martial Emperor.

He felt the deepest, his eyes full of horror.
Chapter completed!