I, the Lord of the Fifth Heavenly Throne, flow out of all things!

But Duan Mulian didn't even look at her or pay any attention to her.

Just when Jiu'er wanted to run in front of Duan Mulian to block her way, a sharp sickle quickly extended from under Liu Zi's skirt and placed it on her neck, saying indifferently:

"Your existence is like dust in the air. If you don't look carefully, you really can't find it. Maybe our destination is the same, but our purpose is different, so don't disturb and hinder us."

"..."

Jiu'er pursed his lips, feeling the sharp breath on his neck, and looked under Liu Zi's skirt with some disbelief.

Is this woman also a ninja? How did she hide such a large sickle under her skirt?

Ignoring Jiu'er's gaze, Liu Zi retracted the sickle and followed Duanmulian's footsteps.

Having been warned once, Jiu'er also realized that the two had no interest in him, so he no longer wanted to get close to them, but just kept a distance and followed behind them.

However, she had never walked in such a dense and chaotic forest since she had lived a life of luxury. Her feet kept bumping into things and even the cloth on her body was cut by the branches.

This made Jiu'er very distressed, but there was nothing he could do.

Click————

Suddenly, Jiu'er heard the sound of footsteps trampling leaves in the distance, and she hurried to look.

She thought it would be the hero of the chaos, Rokuji, but she was wrong.

The figure that emerged from the woods not far away was a very young man.

The man was carrying an unusually tall wooden barrel for carrying water. He had well-developed muscles but did not look huge, and his arms and legs were of moderate length.

He was about 196cm tall, and his whole body was wrapped in rags, making him look like a savage, but every part of his body was very clean.

The man looked at the man and two women in front of him, and took a closer look at Jiu'er's overly long white hair, but most of his attention was focused on Duanmulian's body.

Qihua, who had the instincts of a wild beast, felt a chill when she was stared at by Duanmulian's empty and silent eyes.

Because of this feeling, Qihua subconsciously tensed the muscles all over her body.

"It's a nice knife."

After sizing up and down the wild-looking Qihua in front of him, Duanmu Lian thought that he was like a sharp knife, and because he had seen blood, he did not look immature.

"Ah...thank you for the compliment."

Although the other party was talking about the sword, Qihua felt that the other party was praising her, so she subconsciously responded politely: "Um, how did you get to this island? What are you doing here?"

This was the first time that Nanaka had met someone other than her father and sister, and she was very curious.

He was deeply impressed by the strong sense of threat that Duanmulian brought to him and Jiuer's long hair.

"I came here to ask for a good knife."

Without any concealment, Duanmulian stated the purpose of her coming here.

After all, the most valuable existence in this world lives on this small island.

Compared with these, Duanmulian can understand secret techniques and variant swords on her own through the Book of Omniscience, and can even forge them.

"Knife?"

Nanaka put down the big wooden barrel behind him, scratched the back of his head and replied: "Knives are strictly prohibited on this island. You are not even allowed to bring knives into the island. You have come to the wrong place."

After saying that, Qihua also glanced at the sword on Jiuer's waist not far away, and the ultimate sword, Jian, in his arms.

"That's really rude. I didn't know that beforehand. Please forgive me."

Jiu'er quickly lowered his head to admit his mistake, fearing that this savage would be like Duanmulian and would start a fight over a disagreement.

"It's okay, this is not the rule I set, it's my father who set it, and this is the first time I've seen a physical [knife]." Qihua shook her head indifferently, not caring too much about the so-called rules on the island.

And today, not only did she see the real knife, she also saw people other than her father and sister, which satisfied Nanaka's curiosity since she was a child.

"I'm not looking for a physical sword, but a sword like yours. Isn't the person who uses the Hollow Sword Style a sword itself?"

Duanmulian stared at Qihua in front of her calmly.

Hearing Duanmulian's words, Qihua blinked, and then she remembered that her own school was actually a human-shaped sword.

Thinking of this, he also introduced himself and said:

"I am the seventh generation head of the Hollow Sword School, Nanaka."

"Duan Mulian, I am a traveler who comes to ask for a knife. You are not the knife I am looking for. Please take me to see another knife on the island."

Duanmulian nodded, not showing much interest in Qihua.

What he really wanted to see was the woman whose genius was not enough to describe her.

...........

In the open space in the center of the island, in a small wooden house dug into the ground.

"So, both of you are here for the Hollow Blade Style."

At this moment in the cabin, a petite and neat woman wearing a simple kimono, with long dark green hair and man-made beauty, tilted her head.

Nanami Kaku, Nanaka Kaku's sister, is the strongest person on this island, and even in this world.

In this cabin, everyone had just exchanged greetings, and the Zhuo family also understood the purpose of their visit.

Simply put, they all came here for the Void Blade Flow.

Jiu'er originally wanted to find Zhu Liuzhi, but was told by Qihua that he had died a year ago, and the current head of the Hollow Sword Ryu is Qihua herself.

So she turned to Nanaka and revealed her identity and purpose as the chief supervisor of the shogunate, hoping that Nanaka could help her collect the last twelve swords of the legendary swordsmith Shikizaki Kiki.

The reason why she was looking for the exiled Hollow Sword School was that she had previously hired the Maniwa Ninja Army, but was betrayed. She then hired the swordsman Sakaki Hakubei, who disappeared after getting the sword.

"But didn't you already have a knife?"

Nanashi silently looked at the absolute sword, and could tell at a glance that the sword was extraordinary.

Hearing this, Jiu'er's expression became somewhat awkward and uneasy. She turned her head to look at Duanmulian who was cooking beef in a pot with Qihua and sprinkling seasonings on it.

"I picked this up. When I came to this island, I was targeted by a Maniwa ninja disguised as a boatman. Duan Mulian cut him into pieces, and I got this knife..."

After hearing Jiu'er's explanation, Qihua and Qishi turned around and looked at Duanmulian.

After all, Jiuer said that the other party grabbed the neck of the ninja disguised as a boatman, and then cut him into countless neat cubes of meat.

He didn't use a knife, he just grabbed the other person and killed him.

This aroused the curiosity of the Void Sword School, which did not use physical swords.

"Are you a swordsman too?"

Nanaka asked directly without mincing words.

"I guess so. I know more than just swords."

Duanmulian put the cooked beef into a bowl and handed it to Qihua beside her.

Nanaka swallowed after taking it, but looked at his sister before eating it, and after Nanami nodded slightly, he began to devour it.

"I heard from Qihua that you are here to see me?"

Nanami silently looked at the man with blue hair and blue eyes in front of her. Just by looking at him, she could tell that the man in front of her was very strong.

My brother Nanaka said that he felt very uncomfortable facing the other party, and that was right.

"Yes, the world's strongest sword is right here, and I'm here to claim it."

Duanmulian sat upright, looking at the strange aura of Qishi in front of her, with a faint smile on her face.

Hearing this, Jiu'er and Nanaka couldn't help but look at Nanami.

The former is doubtful. Is Nanami, who looks weak and frail, the strongest in the world?

The latter is indifferent. After all, Qihua has never defeated her sister since she was a child, and can only rely on physical consumption to defeat the opponent.

However, Nanaka didn't consider that a victory.

Moreover, twenty years before the world was in chaos, the seven-year-old Nanami Kaku was already the strongest in Japan, but Jiu'er didn't know this.

"Hmm... Let me correct you. I should only be considered the strongest in Japan. At the moment I saw you, I should not be considered the strongest in the world."

Qi Shi sighed and was not obsessed with who was the strongest.

But she was also curious about the origins of this man who looked very strong just by looking at him, and whom she had no confidence in defeating.

"No, in my eyes, you are a very regrettable sword. No matter in terms of strength or potential, you are the strongest in this world." Duanmu Lian shook her head, with conflicting emotions of pity and desire in her eyes.

"It's a pity... what a pity the knife is?"

Jiu'er didn't understand what Duanmulian said, but Qihua beside him had a thoughtful look in his eyes.

Deep emotions emerged in Qishi's deep eyes. She looked at Liu Zi and Duanmulian in front of her. She could tell at a glance that Liu Zi was not human, but she could not fully see through Duanmulian.

"What do you mean by pity?"

"Literally, isn't it a pity that a peerless sword has always stayed in its sheath and never really been unsheathed?"

Duanmulian's eyes were empty and deep, looking directly at the ultimate eyes of Qishi that could see through everything in the world.

In his eyes, those eyes whose ability could be described as cheating were the scabbard that restricted Nanami and also the limiter of her life.

She was a woman who should never have been born.

From the beginning, she had already arrived without doing anything, and she could display the ultimate technique that most martial artists had mastered with blood spitting from their mouths without any effort.

Those eyes, also known as the eyes of seeing the past, are also called the skill of "watching martial arts". They are an ability and also a magical power.

The effect of his ability is that no matter what it is, whether it is written words, the use of weapons, various strange martial arts, or even physical fitness, such as the genetic abilities of other races, as long as it is everything in the world, as long as he has seen it with his own eyes once, he can fully understand it and use it skillfully.

It is a technology that is almost monstrous.

But the real power of these cheating eyes is just to prolong life.

To others, these eyes were a technology created to take away the strength of others.

But - for a genius like Nanami Kagami, the only reason he watched other people's skills was to make himself weaker.

To become weak.

To become weak.

In order to control my own strength.

For longevity.

For Nanami Kaku, the Eye of History is not a technique to become stronger, but a technique to survive.

That’s why – she actively watched the skills of others, thus avoiding using her own true strength.

For Nanami Kagami, her talents are not something that can be contained in a mere human body.

That is why one craves the weakness in the name of others' strength, just as pouring warm water into boiling water will lower the water temperature - one keeps "looking back at the past" in the hope of living longer.

"Perhaps you are mistaken. My knife may have been very sharp in the past, but now it has become rusty and rotten and is about to break."

Qishi's voice was extremely cold. She knew that Duanmulian had seen through some of her true nature, so she used words with a hint of helplessness to politely refuse Duanmulian's request for her knife.

Her knife (this person) is about to rot and break (die).

No matter how much you desire her to be strong, it is useless.

Besides, she was tired and exhausted.

Every moment and every second of life is torture for her.

The world, or rather the gods, cursed her.

Because she was too good, 100 million diseases were given to her body.

Every disease with a mortality rate close to 100% was stuffed into her body recklessly - every disease caused chronic complications - and her body was tortured recklessly.

But her genius rejected even these diseases, rejected poison and disease.

No matter how much pain, no matter how dying, her body would not die.

Extremely sick and weak, incomparably frail—but she struggled at her limit and survived.

"That's why I want to remove the rust from the sword before it breaks. It would be a shame for a sword that has never been unsheathed once in its life to rot and break."

Duanmulian closed her eyes and recalled everything about Qishi. She felt an inexplicable sense of resonance with this woman, perhaps because of her unfortunate life.

Similarly, for some reason, he could inexplicably understand Nanami.

Thinking of this, he slowly opened his eyes and looked at Nanami in front of him with empty and silent eyes.