This middle-aged man surnamed Ma had actually come a long time ago, but he was unknown and did not show much profoundness, so he was only entertained in a seat outside the manor.

From morning to noon, he sat there very honestly, and never said anything, looking like an ordinary charlatan, and even looked a little down, as if he had come to eat.

But at this moment, when he drew his knife and walked over, the murderous aura that almost overflowed like a tide made everyone look sideways.

"What a murderous aura!"

"What kind of character is this?"

"I've never heard of it......"

The guests looked at each other and whispered, but in the face of the murderous aura that seemed to be overwhelming, not a single one dared to speak loudly.

Pan Long frowned, and his gaze fell on this man's knife.

With a sweep of his eyes, he could see that this person's aura was mixed and impure, and even a little scattered, although it attracted the gathering of heaven and earth vitality, it was only at the level of the first innate entry.

The innate master cannot be said to be weak, but ...... Just for the first time, I wanted to seek revenge on Mr. Liu Heluo Liu, which was really a bit wishful thinking.

Old Man Liu sat there, his aura condensed like a stream, and even the vitality of heaven and earth fluctuated with his breathing, which was a sign that the innate master had polished his true qi to the peak. If it weren't for the fact that he was already old, his qi and blood were gradually drying up, his meridians were aging, and he couldn't bear to forcibly rush through the level, he could even try to forcibly converge the true qi of his whole body, and try to impact the realm of returning to the true human realm.

One is congenital, the other is congenital, and the gap is so big that it is desperate. If you do it normally, it will be no problem for Old Man Liu to fight thirty or fifty by himself.

There is also a difference between a congenital master and a congenital master!

This is like everyone playing football, when the mountains and rivers of some countries are broken and the wind and rain are shaking, but the players can still repeatedly overcome strong opponents to fight for the AFC Champions League......;

Such a person has nothing to care about Pan Long.

On the contrary, it was his knife that made Pan Long feel deeply uneasy.

The blade of the knife was bright red, and as he walked, there were one or two drops of bright red liquid dripping, which looked like it was dripping blood.

But how can a knife drip blood?

If the knife was stained with blood, it would not be so evenly stained. Moreover, the blood dripped from the stain, and the original color of the steel should not be revealed?

But this knife is always bright red, and there is no trace of iron in sight.

What made him frown even more was the murderous aura emanating from this knife.

That murderous aura is so strong that it makes people's hearts palpitate, if the mind is not firm enough, and there are some hidden diseases in the body, they may even be rushed by this murderous aura, and they will have a hidden disease attack and die.

The incredible thing is here - this murderous aura is actually not coming from this person's body, but from this knife.

What Pan Long was most puzzled and curious about was this matter.

How can a knife have such a strong murderous aura? Even if it is an executioner's ghost-headed knife, it should not have this level of murderous aura if it kills an unknown number of people!

It's not that he hasn't seen a weapon with a murderous aura in itself, and in the treasure house of the Pan family, there is a ghost head knife. It was the family heirloom of an old executioner, and it was used for generations to cut off the heads of prisoners, and over time, all iron psychic, not out of the sheath are murderous, once out of the sheath, five or six steps around, even the temperature of the air will drop, even if it is a midsummer day, there will be a layer of frost around.

This knife is the trophy of Pan Shou when he roamed the rivers and lakes, for it, Pan Shou traveled day and night, ran 3,000 miles in five days, chased and killed a group of bandits, and avenged the old executioner's deep hatred after killing his son.

In Pan Long's imagination, no matter how vicious the knife is, it will probably be like that. Unexpectedly, today I saw a weapon that was thousands of times more vicious than the ghost-headed knife, it was unimaginable!

Such a knife, even in the hands of people who don't know martial arts, can cause a catastrophe. The man surnamed Ma probably got such a magic knife before he had the courage to take revenge, right?

Just as he was thinking, Old Man Liu spoke: "Thirty years ago, my surname was Ma...... The old man has really made a lot of enemies over the years, can you make it clearer? For example, where did I kill Ling Zun in the first place? What did I do for it? Today, we want to see life and death, and the old man must not be a fool. ”

The muscles on the middle-aged man's face were beating, his eyes became more and more gloomy and vicious, and he said coldly: "Thirty years ago, my father took a group of brothers to do business in the Black Gobi in the northwest of Yongzhou. When the imperial grain cart passed by, they saw that there were few people escorting the cart, so they planned to do it. You were the one who led the team at that time, and I remember all nine of the elders who died at your hands in that battle, including my father. ”

Old Man Liu was stunned for a moment and smiled dumbly.

"I see! Ling Zun is taller than you, and there is a scar on his face that runs from the bridge of his nose to the bottom of his left ear, right?"

"That's right!"

"That's it. Old man Liu stood up and untied the dress on his body, "Liu Mou likes to leave a way back for others when he does things all his life, because I think it is not easy for people to come out to walk the rivers and lakes, so leave a way back for others, and always persuade others to leave a way back for more people." But in that battle, Liu never left a way back for the other party, it was really ......"

He shook his head: "The old man leaves a way out for people like Ling Zun, but he probably won't leave a way back for others." If I do not kill him, half of those whom he will kill will be counted on my head. ”

He smiled slightly, and his wrinkled face radiated a chilling temperament that was difficult to look at: "Even today, in front of you and in front of the whole rivers and lakes, the old man also wants to say that he killed him at the beginning, and he killed him well!"

The middle-aged man was furious by what he said, roared wildly, swung a blood-dripping scimitar, and slashed at him in the air.

At this moment, the two sides were still separated by a distance of twenty steps, but when this knife was swung, a bloody light flashed from the blade, exuding a disgusting fishy smell, and it roared to the point that it rushed in front of Old Man Liu.

Old Man Liu's eyes widened, his feet were staked, and his right hand was raised, meeting this bloody light.

Hearing a roar, countless blood splattered on all sides, and blood stained on the ground, on the table, on the walls, on the beams, and even on the bodies of many guests.

That bloody light turned out to be really a stream of blood!

Old Man Liu blocked this move, but his face turned white suddenly, and his body, which was originally as stable as Mount Tai, shook.

His face was full of shock, he looked at the middle-aged man in disbelief, and exclaimed, "What kind of knife are you?"

"The knife that kills you!"

Seeing that one move had the upper hand, the middle-aged man laughed fiercely, and swung the knife in the air again: "For this knife, I killed all sixteen members of my family, old horseman, today next year will be your death day!"