The red light seemed to have breath, enveloping the demon knife, sometimes bright, sometimes dim.

Every time the red light and darkness met, the demon knife would vibrate, as if it was fighting against something.

"All things are born to feed people. Zhao Feng chanted in a low voice, the blood in his palm kept dripping, and there was no sign of condensation at all, but Zhao Feng was not here, all his mind was on the communication formation.

"There is nothing to repay the heavens. ”

"Kill, kill, kill, kill!"

The red light reached its strongest at the time of the sixth killing word, and at the exit of the last killing word, Zhao Feng grabbed the demon knife violently, and the red light at this time happened to be dimmed to the extreme.

This grasp made it like a bomb countdown, time went to zero, and an explosion occurred.

The locust plank erupted with a red light as rich as blood, engulfing Zhao Feng's whole body in one fell swoop.

Under the rich red light, Zhao Feng and this demon knife were able to communicate with each other, at this time, Zhao Feng looked at the demon knife again, and what he saw in his eyes was no longer the slice knife, but the face of a modern beauty.

The face is thin and small, the proportion of facial features is just right, coupled with the teary-eyed and hazy eyes, and the aggrieved cherry mouth, which makes people feel pity at a glance and rise up the desire to protect.

It's just that Zhao Feng's eyes were already blood-red at this time, and the blood knife seed in his body was running rapidly and growing under the stimulation of this red light, affecting Zhao Feng's thoughts, so that in Zhao Feng's mind, what was revealed in his eyes was full of violent killing intent.

At this time, Zhao Feng could no longer be called a human, and of course he was exempted from the temptation of the spirit of the demon sword.

Gray light poured out from around the beauty, entangled with the violent red light around her, resisting the further erosion of the red light.

Seeing that Zhao Feng was unmoved, and even more violent, the beauty's face changed for a while, and she actually turned into a sister.

The originally beautiful sister actually had a bewitching look on her face, although she had not yet grown up, she had a strange charm.

"Ah, brother, it hurts. "My sister's voice came from the demon knife, and she was extremely aggrieved.

The results are outstanding!

"Kill!" A feeling of being touched came from the bottom of his heart, and Zhao Feng's angry will was transmitted to his hand.

With a fierce grip on his left hand, a large amount of blood gushed out from Zhao Feng's fingertips, drenching the entire demon knife.

The acacia wood array was stimulated by this, and the red light bred from it instantly became rich and substantial, turning into mist, and directly wrapped the entire grimace, the gray light flashed a few times, and it could no longer resist the erosion, shattered, and the red light that lost its hindrance frantically poured into the grimace, dyeing the grimace red, the grimace kept changing its expression, the facial features kept distorting, and finally all kinds of expressions on the face were directly blurred, and then became clear.

After repeating this several times, the agility in the grimace dissipated, and those eyes just stared blankly ahead, motionless.

The color of the strip of cloth that turned into blood gradually turned black, and when the color was finally pure black, the texture became like the ash burned by the paper, and gradually fell off, and the red lines on the demon knife had been integrated into three vertical and four horizontal lines at this time, running through the entire body of the demon knife.

Although Zhao Feng's mind was full of killing intent, but after all, the secret method left a back door to protect the last trace of clarity, and when he saw the grimace turn into a sluggish state, Zhao Feng knew that the time had come.

"Go!" Zhao Feng's heart moved, and the blood knife seed in his body shook, splitting out another small blood knife seed, following Zhao Feng's blood, entering the demon knife, and infiltrating into the demon knife through the lines of the third uncle and four horizontal.

Zhao Feng was shocked, the demon knife seemed to have turned into a part of his body, and through his mind, he was able to control the sword spirit.

The current sword spirit is the grimace.

Thoughts flowed between the sword spirit and Zhao Feng, and everything that this sword spirit remembered was open to Zhao Feng.

"I see, the body of this thing is a spirit formed by nature, and as a result, it was captured by the people of the martial arts hall, and it was integrated into this demon knife by this master who doesn't know how to use it, and then strengthened the sword spirit by countering the sword master, and finally produced a qualitative change. ”

Zhao Feng really had to admire these craftsmen, and he used everything that mortals could use to create items that belonged to magic weapons.

Yes, that's the artifact. It's just that it's the lowest-level magic weapon, but even so.

"Whoever can control this knife can directly enter the ranks of second-rate martial artists, after all, the ability to exorcise ghosts, this is beyond nature, and belongs to the category of abnormal humans. ”

Zhao Feng's heart moved, controlling the sword spirit activation ability.

A strong killing intent emanated from the grimace, and as soon as Zhao Feng's mind moved, the grimace turned to the table and stared at the porcelain cup on the table.

"Kill. The blood-red grimace opened its mouth wide, and its mouth was full of white sharp teeth, and from the depths of the wriggling flesh, a howl came out.

"Peng!" The porcelain cup on Zhao Feng's table suddenly exploded, and with the transmission of the voice behind it, those fragments continued to crack, and when the cracks were full, they turned into a handful of stone powder.

"Is this a weakened version of the Banshee's Howl?" Zhao Feng narrowed his eyes, and just after controlling the demon knife, an instinct arose from his body.

The first is the ghost cry that interferes with the display, that is, the howl of the banshee that Zhao Feng is full of sense just now, which can confuse people's minds and hurt people's hearts.

The second is the eye of the knife, which can make the spirit of the knife share the vision, the range is now only a hundred meters, and the land has the ground because of the earth's atmosphere, it cannot go deep, it can only penetrate the wall, and at the same time, it is afraid of the sun.

Zhao Feng's heart moved, and the flesh grimace turned his head and looked at Zhao Feng.

At that time, a hazy picture appeared in front of Zhao Feng's eyes, like a bay window.

In the picture, a sturdy man holding a steel knife is standing in the middle of the room, and when he looks closer, a young man with beautiful eyebrows appears.

"Well, sure enough, even if it's a ghost eye, you can see through my handsomeness at a glance. Zhao Feng is still quite satisfied with his current appearance.

Then he noticed that his body was shrouded in a hazy red light, and when he saw the red light, he instinctively felt a little afraid.

It's completely tamed.

This red light should have been formed by the Seven Kills of the Blood Knife, and its effect is unknown.

If you can wear through walls, can you wear clothes?

Zhao Feng smiled lewdly and entered the wardrobe with the spirit of the imperial sword.

Then he came out with a gloomy face.

The inside of the cabinet is dark...

This sword spirit actually has no night vision function, and it can't see inanimate objects, bad review!

Zhao Feng was angry, this was not the same as what he said.

If you want to be a ghost movie back then, which ghost didn't appear in the bath room of all kinds of women, I can't see you staying in the bath, what are you doing?

With this excitement, Zhao Feng felt dizzy for a while, and the connection with the Sword Spirit was also disconnected.

What's going on?Zhao Feng stabilized a little and hurriedly checked himself.