1109 The Bright Moon In The Sky II (2/2)

The Butcher said, ”Because likewise he only had one company which was me.”

Jun Mo kept quiet for a long while. Then he echoed, ”Sounds reasonable.”

It was indeed reasonable.

As for the Drunkard and the Butcher, they would have lost in their everlasting cultivation if they did not have each other. They would have went stray throughout the countless years because no one could endure such endless loneliness.

Luckily they had each other. They were the only company for each other. If the Butcher would not do anything for the Drunkard, then no one would.

Jun Mo found the Butcher's words reasonable. Therefore he did not try to convince him further. He had always been reasonable. He pulled out the straight sword and said, ”Be my guest.”

The Butcher raised the greasy knife and said, ”I will make my way.”

There was no way out. Therefore he had to make one.

The Drunkard chopped the knife onto Jun Mo. There were no skills or techniques. It even did not carry any Qi of Heaven and Earth. It seemed like, or it simply was an ordinary knife. Yet it was nothing ordinary.

If someone had been using the heavy knife for tens of thousands of years, with over a thousand chops everyday and over three hundred days every year, how many chops should he have made?

No one else had done so. But the Butcher did. And only he who had lived such a long life could have done so. He had cultivated for too long.

If gift and diligence both mattered in cultivation, the Butcher must be one of the very few most gifted and diligent cultivators in history. What did that mean? Thousands multiplied by three hundred then multiplied by tens of thousands, how many chops would that be? It meant that his knife was invincible.

Even if Liu Bai could rise again, he would not be able to take it. Even the Abbey Dean would never want to take it. Perhaps no one except for Ke Haoran could take the Butcher's chop.

Jun Mo's eyes brightened up. He knew what that knife meant. It was glorious and dazzling. The Youngest Uncle was his idle. He wanted to take the chop.

If he still had his both arms, he might have tried taking it. But now he only had one arm. He held one end of the iron sword, while the other end lay somewhere else in the snowy night.

It was like a rootless tree.

The light in his eyes dimmed, and got bright again. Then he calmed down.

Jun Mo took one step back. He held the sword downward, raised his left knee and kicked upward. He was kicking into the sky, namely Sky Kicking. He kicked onto the head of the iron sword.

The iron sword soared up but was not kicked away. It seemed to have turned into a bowstring. One end of the string was in his hand, while the other was under his foot.

The iron knife chopped onto the iron sword. The string was bent but not broken.

The iron sword being the bowstring, Jun Mo being an arrow, he darted back like a bolt for hundreds of meters along the street.

He did not choose to confront the Butcher directly. Because it was not his own fight tonight. He was the prideful Jun Mo. And also the Second Brother from the Academy. But the Butcher's horrifying knife intent was still haunting.

The iron sword bended swiftly with horrifying sounds. It almost reached his crown. His hair was yet to become as long as it used to be. But he had put on the ancient crown again tonight.

The crown served like a boat and helped him float fluently in the Qi of Heaven and Earth, without leaning or overturning.

Jun Mo kept darting back until he left the small town and came to the cliff.

The knife intent was still following. It pierced the cloth on his chest and made a deep mark on the iron sword.

The iron sword used to lead the slaves to fight against the Xuankong Temple for many years in Giant Sinkhole to the very West Wilderness. It was never broken but merely bent and fixed later on. However, it was almost broken by the Butcher's chop tonight.

What a horrifying chop! Indeed invincible.

Jun Mo had retreated to the foot of the cliff. He applied Sky Kicking again with his right foot and rooted into the round like a pine without moving further backward.

The Butcher followed him to the cliff. Different from what people used to think, the Butcher was not slow at all.

Some blood gushed from the corner of Jun Mo's lips. Facing a second chop from the Butcher, he seemed extremely calm. He could not take the Butcher's chop. Although he retreated to hundreds of meters away, he was still wounded. But it was exactly where he was leading the Butcher.

A shrill chirp of a cicada was heard. It seemed as if a giant cicada had just opened its wings in front of the cliff. It enveloped the spot where the Butcher was standing.

The Butcher was taken into a world disconnected from Haotian's world by the cicada's wings.

Even a great cultivator above the Five States could hardly create his own world. However the world currently created by two pieces of transparent and invisible cicada wings seemed unbreakable.

”Do you think some weak cicada could trap me?” The Butcher roared. His hair and whiskers danced madly in the wind while he chopped toward the transparent shield!

There was a harsh pierce!

And a crack was made on the transparent cicada wing!

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