Shui Yue Ji actually smiled at him and took out a mouthful of Taidao from the white gauze. The blade is nearly ten centimeters long, and the blade is extremely long. The most striking thing is that the blade is engraved with sixteen petals of chrysanthemum prints.

In Japan, chrysanthemum represents the royal family, an ordinary citizen with a long history, who dare not deliberately set up a royal chrysanthemum house. This must come from the royal family.
"Is this the right one?" The emperor blurted out in shock when he saw his knife. "Is this the word chrysanthemum?"
"Yes," Shuiyueji bowed to the contemporary emperor with a knife, saying, "It was the first emperor who gave this knife to protect the country and Anbang in the past ten years, and it was really exhausting to feel grateful to the emperor."
The emperor also bowed deeply to Shuiyueji with tears in his eyes and said, "Shuiyuejun Gaoyi and the whole country will surely remember your merits."
Shuiyueji sighed, "But I hope people forget me, and I hope they forget me."
The emperor was surprised and said, "Ah!"
Shuiyueji said, "This knife is going to be used for the last time today. Isn’t it the night of your God Valley Jun’s decisive battle tonight? It’s the knife."
"My knife" Qu Yong has a strange feeling that Kotaro, a Japanese, wants to kill his own emperor. He is a Japanese, but he saved the Japanese emperor. Nothing is more wonderful than this.
"Yes," Shuiyueji said, "This is a good knife. Since you have been involved in this tonight, why not go with the flow?"
QuYong shook his head and said, "I don’t want it."
Shuiyueji said, "You don’t want it."
Qu Yong said, "Now that the tide is set, I don’t want to get involved in these right and wrong. I want to take my uncle back to China and don’t want to fight a decisive battle."
"How can a man fight?" Shuiyueji said sternly. "You must fight today."
Qu Yongdao "What"
Shui Yueji said, "Nothing."
Qu Yong thought for a while and finally took the sword and gave a humming sound like a dragon song, saying, "Good fight."
It’s time to fight again and have to fight.
Some people say that people can’t help themselves in Jianghu.
Qu Yong is like this. He can’t help himself for a long time. Maybe when he is old, remembering his life will be more thrilling than the so-called celebrities coming by themselves.
The moonlight is so sad that the imperial city seems to be shrouded in a layer of fog.
QuYong and Shengu Kotaro have reached the jade steps just outside the hall.
He didn’t practice knife and water, and she didn’t teach him. First, he gave him the word "chrysanthemum"
God valley Kotaro quietly stared at QuYong coldly.
Qu Yong felt that his skin felt a sharp, heavy and indestructible shock wave.
He finally confronted each other face to face, the first sword of the day. He had a sword in his palm and it was still in its sheath. The skin-cutting shock wave came from this person. Suddenly Qu Yong found that the fake goods on the night before were ridiculous. He acted like a real peerless master but lacked the aura.
Kotaro in Shengu suddenly said, "You haven’t learned knives."
Qu Yong said "Yes"
"My Sword" in Kotaro Road, Shengu
Qu Yong said "Yes"
Kotaro in Shengu said, "In that case, you still have to fight."
Qu Yong said "Yes"
Kotaro Road in Shengu is "very good"
I feel that this kind of sword, Qu Yong, has lost his destiny. He must watch tonight’s battle. Because having the experience of playing against this kind of day is the fastest way to grow up. His destiny has paid everything and is willing to die.
Qu Yong held the knife and said, "My master once said in the face of the sunset that there are so many beauties in the mountains and rivers that it is also appropriate to come today."
There are so many charming heroes in Jiangshan. If it weren’t for the so-called Jiangshan country, these people would have to fight hard.
Kotaro in the Valley of Gods has made his sword shine. His sword is fast, bright and accurate. The blade rotates like the gyro blade expands outward. Kotaro’s hand suddenly closes and hides the opponent’s knife.
As soon as his hands were closed and he didn’t want to touch each other, Qu Yong seemed to have guessed that his mind was turning and his knife was turning, and he was pulling his knife as straight as a hole and bursting like a waterfall.
No one expected Qu Yong’s skill of using saber to be so high. The most terrible thing is that his knife is like a huge brush, painting mountains and rivers in a grand scale.
In fact, this knife was a day after day when I woke up from an old nap and drew a picture of mountains and rivers.
That painting is full of spirit and contains the meaning of his life. At that time, Qu Yong had not seen it yet, and vaguely remembered that it was more shocking than the artistic conception. At this time, he was already a great master, and he was also very impressive.
Qu Yong seems to have his mind integrated into the knife, and he has a subtle touch. He can feel his sword awn opposite the blade.
His footsteps turned and the word "chrysanthemum" exploded, and all the knives ran around like dragons and snakes. This was the end of his knife potential.
"Good Knife Method" Kotaro in Shengu secretly praised Qu Yong’s knife meaning. Although it is strong and the knife level is really unfamiliar, Kotaro in Shengu watched for a long time and suddenly hit the sword in the palm of his hand and directly hit the blade of "Chrysanthemum". The knife screamed when it collapsed.
QuYong picturesque knife potential was interrupted immediately.
The mid-stream hits the water and waves to stop the flying boat
Kotaro’s swordsmanship in Shengu has indeed reached a very high level. There is nothing special about this move, especially a gentle sword is better than a proper balance in accurate comparison, which cuts off the meaning of Qu Yong’s sword.
Qu Yong’s landscape was trampled to pieces by the best of Jin Ge’s iron horse.
Although he can’t break his hands, he abandoned the knife as soon as he gave it, and then rubbed himself in the shape of a monkey. The root of the knife is not what he is good at. At first, he thought about how to abandon the knife.
Chapter four hundred and twenty-one The strongest and weakest
Anyone who is armed must have an inexplicable feeling for his weapon, either relying on it or relying on it. It is easy to have a feeling of life and death, and he will never give up. Like Qu Yong, he thought about abandoning the knife before the war. Kotaro has never seen it before, and suddenly seeing Qu Yong abandon the knife easily is also a slight surprise.
Qu Yong wants him to stop throwing a knife at Shengu Kotaro at this moment, and "monkey gathers his helmet behind him", monkey-shaped steps around and raises his hands to scratch his head.
Kotaro in Shengu was attacked in front of him, but he was a little flustered. His head was slightly tilted and the sword in the other palm had already screamed with a sharp break and stabbed Quyong’s knee.
His swordsmanship seems to have such a method of stabbing, but he can stab at any angle, and he is extremely fast and accurate
His stab was quick and early in QuYong’s expectation that QuYong’s monkey-shaped strength changed its foot and horse-shaped strength. Suddenly, the whole person seemed to step on his sword-tip with a shot, and one foot was faster and heavier than the other.
Light as a swallow, flying like a horse
"Flying Swallows on Horses"
Qu Yong, it’s very different now. In the past, when three feet flew out, either you died or I died, and it was almost impossible to control myself.
Now, he has added the "stepping on incense" to his posture, and his body is lighter, faster, more mysterious and more flexible at the same time.
Kotaro, the God Valley, still doesn’t look back. It’s like giving birth to a pair of eyes. He holds his sword upside down like a waterfall. Even three swords are stabbed with great precision. If Quyong’s leg is bound to kick Quyong’s horseshoe, he will be stabbed with a big hole, which will restrain Quyong’s clever offensive in the afterlife.
However, QuYong’s third leg didn’t kick like before, but turned into a hook. It was a hook hanging gently, and it was again in the valley of God that Kotaro’s tip borrowed from the anti-point.
This man’s boldness really comes from the right place. Kotaro is the first sword of the day. His tip vibrates like a snake, but Qu Yong has repeatedly stepped on his tip and danced like a butterfly. It’s really extraordinary.
It is the most taboo for people to play against each other. The instability of their feet off the ground is like taking root without the master of water and fish. The plowland is like a cloud, instead of sweeping the ground, it is like a palm. The footwork is also called a mud step. There has never been such a double-footed play, but since Qu Yong learned "stepping on incense", even though he has a thousand pounds of weight, he is still much more clever than the ordinary master of Dan Jin.
The third leg of his "flying swallow on a horse" changed like a bat hanging upside down in a hole and pouncing on a "strong dragon over a local strongman"
Kotaro in Shengu is very confident in his swordsmanship. He has calculated that Qu Yong’s third foot hit must be stabbed by himself. Who knows that the other party can find his swordsmanship again. It is as dangerous as riding a horse on the cliff.
Of course, this is also because he didn’t turn around because of his carelessness. After all, in his mind, Qu Yong is just a destiny, and the young players around him are free to deal with it.
After two moves against Qu Yong, Kotaro in Shengu finally put away his underestimation opinion. Qu Yong struck the ground with both the eagle and the rabbit, and his moves were sharp. An old man finally had to take a step to avoid Qu Yong’s sharpness. As soon as Qu Yong landed, he had already picked up Dan and sat on his crotch. "The dragon jumped up and collapsed, and his fist hit the middle of the back like an arrow."
It can be said that Qu Yong’s list of tricks is coherent and smooth, and now he has already had the strength of World War I in the face of experts.
Kotaro in Shengu felt a burst of numbness in the skin in the middle of the back. When his heart touched his wrist, he shook the sword in his palm again, but he shrank back and flashed it into his sleeve.