Wu Siliu

You won't understand it before you want to understand it.
After living with the old cripple for eighteen years, Shu Guan discovered that cultivation was actually a simple matter.
On the azure sea, a massive fleet of steel ships sailed against the wind and waves. Beneath the deep sea, a giant dragon opened its golden eyes and coldly looked up. 
Fighter jets roared, cutting through the clouds. Ahead, a large wing descended from the clouds, and a crane cried out in the vast sky. 
On the battlefield, artillery fire filled the sky, bullets flew, and amidst it all, sword energy could be faintly heard. 
This is a world where technology has risen, yet myths have not dissipated. 
The path to immortality has been severed, leaving only a solitary figure walking alone.

I Came From The Xanadu

Because Old Knife's Daoist Skill was truly too bizarre.


No matter how many times you hit him, no matter what vital points you injured, you could only leave him with some flesh wounds; you simply couldn't seriously injure Old Knife.


The problem was, you cannot be hit by Old Knife's knife either. Once struck by Old Knife's long and wide blade, the minor injuries he suffered would immediately recover, and his entire state could be described as fully resurrected.


Old Knife was indeed powerful, definitely a peak powerhouse in the Fetal Movement Realm, only half a step away from the Nascent Soul Realm.


If he were to obtain the blood of this flood dragon today, he would easily cross that "half-step."


As the duckweed-like sword shadow transformed by the peach wood sword flew over, Old Knife had been launching a storm-like attack on the two unidentified black-clothed men while sneering at them constantly.


Chapter 30: Running (7000 words in a large chapter, still very satisfied)_6