Five leaves fell, one fell to the ground and the other four floated in the sea.

Daozhong Fuji's heart was shocked, and he was even more shocked that this person had got everything right.

Such a magical skill is truly incredible.

Su Qing has set foot again. He has walked across the vast blue waves, crossed the sea, and walked to the shore. He said: "The leaves are falling and the trees are shaking. I dare to ask, are the leaves moving or the trees?"

Another question.

Swordsman Fuji stood frozen on the spot, sweat beading on his forehead, the battle was imminent, his mind was already unstable, but he wanted to think about this problem uncontrollably, but he immediately reacted, as if he was facing a formidable enemy.

He drank violently in his mouth, indicating that he had murderous intent.

"You want to break my mood..."

But when I heard that Su Qing was neither humble nor arrogant, she remained unmoved. She walked slowly and said lightly: "It's actually the wind that's moving!"

He pointed at the sky, his words stopped for a moment, and he couldn't help but murmured: "Wind?"

"Of course!"

Then Su Qing said warmly: "I watch the wind and I know the leaves are falling, just like a person can see the fall of a leaf and know the autumn in the world!"

A fallen leaf indicates autumn.

When the sword hit him, he felt horrified, and his cheeks couldn't help but tremble and twitch. This kind of subtle awareness is wrong, looking at the front and looking behind, being at this moment, and knowing the future, this move is not something that ordinary people can have.

Doesn't that mean that no matter how he moves, everyone in front of him can see the subsequent changes. Doesn't this mean that he is in an invincible position? How should he make moves and how to kill the enemy?

For a moment, Daozhong Fuji actually felt that his invincible sword technique of "intensive cutting", such as "intensive cutting", was useless, and the knife he held tightly in his hand could not help but tremble a little.

"Please use the knife!"

A whisper suddenly floated over.

Fujizhong clenched his teeth while listening to Su Qing, who was approaching step by step, with his teeth clenched and his face ferocious. But now, he either didn't want to draw the sword, but he didn't dare to draw it, or he didn't know how to draw it.

With all the changes, the other party can see the next move. Doesn’t that mean that you are about to lose? How on earth are you going to make the move?

No, no, there must be a way.

In the sword, Fuji held the sword tightly in his right hand, his muscles and bones exposed, and his teeth gritted. He was completely affected by Su Qing's words, and was even more shocked. He was thinking hard about how to defeat the enemy.

And the knife in his hand seemed to be shackled. If there was no way to defeat the enemy, he would be defeated the moment he raised the knife, just like the falling leaves.

There are such incredible martial arts in the world.

"What kind of martial arts is this?"

He couldn't help but ask.

Su Qing, carrying the wooden box on his back and climbing the cliff with his bare feet, also answered this question with a calm tone, as if chatting.

"This is not martial arts, this is the White Bone Way that I practice. Everything in the world, in my eyes, is like a dead thing. It is just an illusion of white bones and a dream in the world of mortals. Only the air of heaven and earth remains forever. The air is invisible, but the wind and clouds

Suddenly, the sun and the moon alternate, the tides ebb and flow, in my eyes, they are already tangible, with all kinds of changes. Taking Qi as the first, I look at the Qi, and I can see endless changes. I am the only one in the sky and on the earth!"

After he finished speaking, the expression on the sword's face was filled with sadness, and even more horrified, as if he was also shocked by this state of affairs.

"Please draw the knife!"

Su Qing said again.

But at this moment, there was sweat on Bu Er's forehead, no movement at all, and his eyes were shaking wildly. Blood came out from his mouth, his expression was crazy, like a madman, and the energy in his body was frantic, but he just refused to draw the knife.

"In that case, it's embarrassing!"

Su Qing smiled, and walked step by step in front of Daozhong Fujiu like a leisurely stroll. Under the eyes of the other party, she raised her index finger and tapped his forehead lightly. It was a difficult move, and I was afraid that this

It is also the simplest fighting duel. It is just a move, but the opponent has no resistance at all, as if he is being slaughtered by his neck and cannot move.

The next moment.

After receiving Su Qing's finger, this old man who was invincible in the world and known as the number one master in Japan was like a kite. He slid out with his feet on the ground and retreated five or six feet away. While standing still, the sword hit him all over his body.

Up and down, dozens of acupuncture points suddenly exploded with bloody flowers, from the inside out, as if someone had stabbed dozens of swords in his body, and stabbed him with dozens of swords. The blood was like arrows, roaring and shooting far away.

It's so easy to die.

Until his death, Daozhong Fujiu did not even move his sword again.

Su Qing looked at Daozhong Fujiu who was still standing in front of him with wide eyes, and said with pity: "Oh, you killed your wife and son, claiming to be Daozhong Fuji, with a sword in your name and a sword in your hand, but the enemy is facing you, but

Isn't it ridiculous to doubt your own sword? If you are invincible in your mind, why be afraid of attacking forward and backward? Invincible martial arts and invincible swords are not invincible. What's the use of practicing martial arts for a hundred years?"

The knife in Fuji's body was covered with blood, and he stood with the sword in his hand. Hearing this, his eyes widened and he fell to the sky.

The man fell, but the knife was still there.

Su Qing flicked his sleeves, and the "knife" already made a trembling sound, then rose into the sky, turned into a shadow in the air, and dropped into the wooden box behind him.

On the cliff, it was quiet again.

Su Qing did not look at Fuji's body in the sword, but walked to the big stone, looked at the words on the stone, and looked at the direction of the handwriting. He waved his sleeves and saw the rustling of the stone skin.

Scattered, as if a layer had been scraped off, and only four of the sixteen words remained in an instant, which was exactly what the knife said.

Hold your finger up and draw across the space.

Then I saw the strokes on the stone appear out of thin air, but it was.

"Su Qing's killing sword is the best!"

After doing all this, Su Qing slowly put away his hands, walked straight down the cliff, fell into the sea again, walked across the ocean, and headed east...

Half a month later.

There were footsteps on the island again.

It was the sound of wooden clogs unique to the Japanese people. When they fell on the ground, they made a crisp sound like wood and rocks hitting the ground.

But under this person's feet, the sound of steps rises and falls in an orderly manner. If you listen carefully, you will find that the intervals between the rising and falling sounds are surprisingly consistent, and the sound size is even more the same, like the sound of a drum, sonorous and powerful, as if it is falling on a person's body.

In my mind, this is much more mysterious than walking silently.

Just listening to the footsteps, one can detect an unusual momentum, which is domineering. The unparalleled domineering power is vented in the footsteps, which is shocking and terrifying.

The man was wearing a white oriental samurai uniform, wearing wooden clogs, with his black hair spread over his shoulders, a hairband on his forehead, and his eyes closed, which turned out to be blind.

Although he is blind, in this place where there are rugged rocks and strange rocks, this person's body is like a rabbit rising and a falcon falling, and he is galloping as if he is walking on the flat ground. I am afraid that such a blind man is 90% invisible in the world.

Even those who are not blind will feel ashamed when they see it.

This man came very quickly, with a slight frown on his face, and his murderous intention was not revealed. The place he went to was nowhere else, but the cliff. He came to the big rock and reached out to touch the knife marks on the rock, but

As soon as he stretched out his hand, he suddenly stopped his movement, and then quickly brushed the words on it with his palm. The expression on his face became strange, and then became expressionless again.

He has touched those words.

He felt it clearly and understood it. Then, he flew up, flashed like a ghost in the sky, and landed next to a corpse that had already mostly rotted and was almost eaten away by seabirds and beasts.

Smelling the faint rotten smell in the air, the man squatted down and reached out to carefully touch the bones on the ground, inch by inch. When he touched the forehead of Daozhong Fuji, the muscles of the man's cheeks felt inexplicably.

He jumped because he had touched a finger hole on his smooth forehead. It was a very small finger hole. It was also the only wound on his body as a master.

Killed with one blow.

"Su Qing? There is such a master in the world? Haha, Su Qing..."
Chapter completed!