"Myofa Muramasa!" said Tsuchio-Mito Hanko.

"What!?" Li Zhaotian hurriedly threw the short knife to Toyumen Hanzi.

Wang Zixuan was in a cold sweat in his heart, and said that there may be people in Miaofa Village who don't know, but this knife also has a famous name, Demon Dao Village!

Demon Sword Muramasa is one of the most famous knives in Toei, and there are countless souls under the knife, and there is even Emperor Toei.

Muramasa was originally the name of a family of swordsmiths who were active in the middle of Kuwana Muromachi in Ise Province for about 100 years to the Tensho period, when the knives forged by the Muramasa family were called Muramasa, and Muramasa produced only the finest knives that could be used in actual combat.

Perhaps because Muramasa was too sharp, he began to have the titles of "evil sword" and "demon sword" in the Edo period, and was avoided by the world, and among the demon swords, the Muramasa demon sword, which is called "Myoho Muramasa", is the most famous.

Because the village that becomes a demon knife can grow up by devouring blood, and when it grows to a certain point and becomes a magic weapon, it will be called "Miaofa Muramasa" and become a demon knife in the demon knife.

Although the bloodthirsty rage of "Myoho Muramasa" is powerful, the wave-like lines contain a strong curse, and even cultivators cannot escape their doom.

Li Zhaotian said angrily: "How can you have this knife?"

Tsuchigomen Hanko said: "When I was a child, I picked it up when I went to the hot springs of Yamanaka Lake, no matter how I threw him away, he finally returned to me, and my grandfather and they worked together to seal him and made this scabbard......"

"Get out of the car, that guy is coming!" The bell on his waist vibrate, and Wang Zixuan glanced in the rearview mirror.

Xiangjiang is densely populated, and pedestrians can be seen on the street at two or three o'clock in the morning, but this street is silent, no people are seen, and the atmosphere is weird.

"Wait a minute!" Tsuchigomen Hanko handed over the finished rune bullet to Wang Zixuan.

Wang Zixuan took a bullet and looked at it carefully, and by the sunlight, a red fluorescent six-pointed star pattern could be seen on the warhead.

"Not bad. Wang Zixuan nodded in satisfaction and pressed the six bullets into the revolver one by one.

The three got out of the car and looked at the marionettes standing in the middle of the road.

Wang Zixuan walked over with a pistol, and with him present, Li Zhaotian also mustered up his courage and followed behind, and Tuyumen Hanzi also walked over with a short knife.

"What the hell are you going to do?" Wang Zixuan's left hand quickly pinched behind him, and he said quickly, and Wang Zixuan raised his gun to shoot.

The puppet's head tilted, dodged the bullet, and looked at Wang Zixuan, his eyes full of unkindness.

I saw him open his mouth and scream, and with a wave of his hands, the void above the heads of the three suddenly stabbed down the black line, and the three people who had been on guard dodged and dodged, watching the black line pierce the ground and then suddenly retract and disappear, and stabbed down again.

"Give me three seconds!" Tuyumen Hanzi said loudly, Wang Zixuan and Li Zhaotian looked at him in amazement, and shot at the same time.

Wang Zixuan's left hand behind his back quickly calculated, tossing and turning, raising his gun to shoot at the puppet's vital point, while Li Zhaotian rolled to dodge the black line, spilled a handful of rune paper, blocked the black line above the head of the Tuyumen Hanzi, and quickly chanted a mantra in his mouth.

The figure of the marionette was blurred, and it was clear next to Tsuchigomon Hanko, and all the bullets and charms were missing, and he reached out to grab them.

It must be blocked.

Sang Chong fights for his life!

Wang Zixuan appeared in front of Hanzi of Tuyumen, and a handful of red talismans spilled out, spontaneously combusting in the air.

The marionette's face was hideous, and its figure flashed quickly, and dense black lines like long hair instantly pierced down from the void.

With a sound of "Qiang", Tsuchiyomen Hanko pulled out the "Miaofa Muramasa", poked it six times in the palm of his left hand, faintly showing a six-pointed star pattern, and a sword flower danced on the top of his head, red light flashed, and countless black lines were suddenly cut off, fell to the ground and twisted a few times and disappeared.

Tsuchigomon Hanko swung the kimono forward to her waist, and her fair-skinned slender left leg stepped forward, making it more fragrant and sexy.

She handed the knife to her left hand, raised the knife above her head with both hands, and her face gradually turned pale, only to see that the "Miaofa Muramasa" gradually grew, becoming a real short knife two feet long, and the wave lines on the blade revealed a scarlet color, and the evil qi rose, becoming more and more intense.

How long can this knife be?!

Sensing the danger, the marionette turns to escape.

"Die!" Tsuchiomen Hanko snorted and slashed the blade.

The red light flashed, and the marionette tried its best to dodge, but it still didn't retreat, and the five fingers of his left hand suddenly fell.

Wang Zixuan shot again and again, and Li Zhaotian also cast spells again and again, but they were all flashed, and until Wang Zixuan ran out of bullets, he didn't hurt the marionette.

"There is no more rune paper!" Li Zhaotian exclaimed.

Wang Zixuan urged: "Quick, give him another knife!"

The two looked back, but saw that the bloodless Tuyumen Hanzi's body was weak, and he collapsed to the ground, and said angrily: "My qi and blood are not enough, so I can only make one knife." ”

"What?" Wang Zixuan's faces suddenly turned ugly.

The marionette looked at the three of them with a sly smile, grabbed the severed finger on the ground, and wanted to connect it, but saw the finger disappear with black smoke.

As if under an unimaginable blow, the marionette remained in a daze.

"Uncle Li, come on! As long as he hurts him, he won't be able to recover!"

"Me?!" Li Zhaotian instinctively took the short knife and swallowed a mouthful of saliva.

"The task of maintaining world peace is entrusted to you!" Wang Zixuan went over and picked up the earth royal gate Hanzi, and said with a serious face.

"I won't use it......" Li Zhaotian wanted to throw away the short knife in his hand, but found that he couldn't shake it off, as if it was glued to his hand.

"Draw a six-pointed star in the palm of your hand and feed him blood!" said Tsuchiyomon Hanzi.

The marionette had already woken up and turned its head to look at Li Zhaotian who was wielding a knife fiercely.

Li Zhaotian was about to cry, but he saw Wang Zixuan holding Tuyumen Hanzi, and he didn't know when he went behind him, looking like he was in a bad situation and ran away at any time.

Seeing him, Wang Zixuan clenched his fists and nodded, solemnly giving him an encouraging look.

It's even more shameless than him!

Li Zhaotian's heart was horizontal, the tip of the knife was connected six times in the palm of his left hand, drawing a six-pointed star pattern, holding the knife with both hands, his face turned white in an instant, and the wave lines of the knife body seemed to be rolling red waves, and a foot grew out of thin air, and the knife body became one meter long!

The marionette that was slowly approaching paused at his feet, as if facing a great enemy.

Li Zhaotian felt that his blood was surging, as if a knife could cut the sky.

"Death!" Li Zhaotian slashed down.

The red light flashed, the marionette tried its best to dodge, and the street lamp pole behind him slipped diagonally and poked on the ground, and fell to the ground with a bang, the marionette's expression froze, and he watched his right hand fall to the ground with his wrist.

The marionette was furious and rushed towards Li Zhaotian, but when he saw him sneering and swinging his knife again, one of his right arms fell to the ground, and a deep scratch appeared on the road.

"Pretty, one more knife!" Wang Zixuan encouraged.

Li Zhaotian knelt down like a deflated ball!

"I can only make two swords, Master Wang, you come!" Li Zhaotian, whose face was bloodless, threw the knife to Wang Zixuan.

Wang Zixuan subconsciously caught it, dumbfounded, and wanted to throw it away, but found that the handle of the knife was stuck to his hand.

"I'll give you a lung!" he glared at Li Zhaotian, and he had the heart to kill him.