Chapter 1171 The Ocean of Men

Seeing Han Sen walk up to the fourth floor, Qiu Ping also followed up with a strange expression.

Han Sen asked where the entrance to the fifth floor was, and wanted to go directly to the fifth floor.

But before he walked through a long street, he saw Qiu Ping appearing in front of him, blocking his way.

"Are you really going to the fifth floor?" Qiu Ping stared at Han Sen and asked.

Han Sen nodded slightly: "How can we find out the truth if we don't go to the fifth floor to find the female ghost?"

"Okay, it's not too late to take my knife." Qiu Ping pulled out the knife, and his aura was like a calm sea, without any waves in sight.

But this kind of extreme calm gives people a sense of depression before the storm.

Han Sen's expression was a little dignified. He didn't think much of Qiu Ping at first. It's not that Han Sen's strength swelled up, but Han Sen has seen many humans who have accepted the foreign spirit gene and unlocked the high-level gene lock. Their strength is much worse than that of humans who actually unlocked the gene locks by themselves.

Since Qiu Ping opened the eighth gene lock with the foreign spirit gene, generally speaking, his strength is at the level of the seventh gene lock of normal humans, and may even be worse.

But when he saw Qiu Ping holding the knife, Han Sen didn't even have a trace of contempt in his heart.

Qiu Ping is a master, a real master, it doesn't matter how strong he is, just look at his level of sword use, you can know that he is a real strong man who is strong from the heart.

Han Sen looked at Qiu Ping solemnly. The Dongxuan aura had covered the entire area, but Han Sen couldn't sense Qiu Ping's aura, nor could he hear his inner voice.

Qiu Ping is like a real ocean, wide and unfathomable, as if it can contain all the good and evil in the world.

After a while, Qiu Ping's body surged with ferocious flames, and the invisible but violent saber energy surged on his body, like revealing a ferocious sea.

With one knife, the sea and sky change.

Han Sen watched Qiu Ping slash, but his heart trembled inexplicably.

He has seen quite a few masters, and he has seen many powerful blows. Although Qiu Ping's knife is not as gorgeous and decisive as Yidongmu, it has a calmness that breeds danger.

Sniffing the rose carefully, I have a tiger in my heart.

Qiu Ping's seemingly ordinary knife, but it has a clean simplicity, no sharp momentum, no dazzling skills, this knife is naturally unbelievable.

However, in this simple knife, it gives people a kind of vastness that can accommodate all rivers.

If it's a sharp sword, Han Sen can find a way to resist it, if it's a bomb, Han Sen can dodge it, but it's a sea, but it makes people feel helpless, because it contains too much Things cannot be dealt with by a single skill.

Han Sen is really curious about what kind of man is able to practice such a knife.

If it is said that Itoki's sword is the only attachment of heartlessness, the sword of obsession with no dust and dirt, then Qiu Ping's sword is the sword of calmness after going through the vicissitudes of the world, as if no matter what difficulties you face. A single cut can open a way to cut through the thorns and thorns in the most efficient way.

Faced with such a knife, Han Sen actually felt that he didn't know how to deal with it for the first time.

No matter what kind of power and ability, there will be a way to crack it, this sentence applies to any technique.

But before this knife, not to mention cracking it, I don't even have a clue how to deal with it.

It's not that Qiu Dao's saber technique is incomprehensible, but that his saber technique has no certainty at all, and changes with the situation and moves with the wind. It is the open-mindedness and precipitation of a man after experiencing countless ups and downs.

Looking at the knife, Han Sen suddenly had an indescribable feeling in his heart.

Since practicing the Dongxuan Sutra, he has a strong control and the ability to foresight within the area of ​​the Dongxuan Sutra, and he enjoys and relies on this ability more and more.

However, even if he is a real person who understands the mystery, it may be difficult to see through the omniscience and omnipotence of Tianxuan. Just like the founder of the Dongxuan Sutra, even if he has calculated all the secrets, he probably did not expect to die in the first place after ascension. Within the sanctuary of God.

This world is too vast. Instead of thinking about how to control the world, it is better to control yourself first. If a person can't even control himself well, why should he talk about controlling the world.

"Do you want to be yourself?" Han Sen looked at the knife with a rare clarity in his heart. Every cell in the body, every inch of skin, and even every strand of hair were reflected in Han Sen like a mirror image. heart.

Click!

At that moment, Han Sen felt that a certain shackle in his body seemed to be broken, and then felt a strange force permeating his body. It turned out that the Dongxuan Sutra broke through the sixth level and opened the sixth gene lock. .

"I used to pay too much attention to what my opponent would do, but I ignored what I could do myself." Han Sen realized in his heart, seeing Qiu Ping's knife approaching his eyebrows, but he was no longer shaken or confused.

At the moment when the tip of the knife was about to stab Han Sen's eyebrows, Han Sen raised his palm slightly, and his middle finger and index finger caught Qiu Ping's knife.

In an instant, all the storms disappeared, and Qiu Ping's knife was frozen in front of Han Sen, trembling like waves between Han Sen's fingers but still unable to move forward even half an inch.

A look of surprise flashed in Qiu Ping's eyes, and he took back the knife in his hand at random.

Han Sen also retracted his two fingers, and looked at Qiu Ping as if there was no wave in his heart.

"The person you are looking for is an Emperor Spirit." Qiu Ping left a sentence, then turned and left.

Han Sen looked at Qiu Ping with a strange expression. He understood what Qiu Ping meant. The female alien spirit was actually an emperor spirit. Although it was hard to believe, Han Sen felt that this was the only way to go.

Qiu Ping should have known for a long time that Zhang Yuchen did not do anything to offend him, but he had no choice but to pretend not to know. He might even have done this to save Zhang Yuchen's life.

What he has paid and endured is probably more than Zhang Yuchen, but this man has never said anything, just like his swordsmanship, he silently tolerated everything.

Qiu Ping told him that Ah Yan was an Emperor Spirit, and it was he who decided whether to go to the fifth floor of the tree hole.

There was no extra persuasion, just let him judge by himself. After that blow, Han Sen understood Qiu Ping's knife, and Qiu Ping also recognized that Han Sen had his own judgment.

"This is very interesting. I really want to see what kind of ghost that Ah Yan is, who can make a man like Qiu Ping bear it so far." Han Sen strode towards the entrance of the fifth floor.