The fingers as black as coal drew a circle in the air, "Don't be delusional, where you came from, and where you will eventually go back." Rather than rejoice in vain, give me this body, and I will make good use of your beauty to make everyone in the world submit to my feet. ”

In an instant, the pool of black shadows drifted away, and it was like a dark monster that covered the sky and the sun and pounced on it with a smile.

The girl was frightened, completely losing her composure and composure just now, she wanted to escape, but countless black shadows flashed from behind her on both sides, stretching out thousands of arms to intercept her. She closed her eyes and told herself it was just an illusion, but the sound of laughter and gasps of excitement still lingered in her ears, weaving a web of layers around her feet.

She ran backwards desperately, feeling as if a fire was burning in her chest. A bony arm rested on her shoulder from behind, fingertips sharp and cold. The girl trembled like a dead leaf, and she only felt that the strength of her whole body had been sucked dry. She was so weak that she almost collapsed to the ground, but she still struggled to get up.

Suddenly, a strong gust of wind struck, and the arm snapped and fell with a crisp thud, turning into a layer of black smoke. The girl fell to her knees in the smoke screen and gasped for breath, and countless chaotic and terrifying images appeared in front of her eyes, and just as he was about to fall straight down, a large warm and powerful hand pressed his shoulder.

A voice said, "It doesn't matter, does it? ”

Behind him was the familiar tall figure, the giant man holding his huge knife in his hand, standing like a legendary god in the slanting sunlight, his body and face covered with scars from thorns.

The girl shook her head, and the darkness and laughter that had enveloped her around her gradually dissipated, disappearing into the air like a nightmare. She staggered to her feet, her black pupils gradually regaining their luster.

"I'm fine." She said this for the third time, staggered, and slowly stood up holding his hand. Returned to the master's side.

"What is this?" The master looked a little dissatisfied, and asked the silver-haired man.

"Remember the natural fire disaster that happened in the capital of the party, right? He is a survivor and witness of that catastrophe," the silver-haired man said calmly, "He also has miraculous powers, but he burned Sun Hui's demon like this, and I found him and took him in." He told me a lot about Sun Hui. ”

"His dementorship is very useful, you shouldn't have let him out just now." Looking at the ashes on the ground, the owner said with some regret.

"I let him out because I wanted to test the strength of your men, if even he can't defeat him, don't go to Sun Hui to die." The silver-haired man looked at the giant man beside the girl and nodded, "But now I'm relieved." ”

His eyes fell on the giant knife in the hand of the giant man, it was a long-handled broadsword, the shape of the knife was similar to the moon covering knife equipped by the Song army, but the head of the knife was similar to the bronze knife of the Shang and Zhou dynasties, which was quite ancient, and the blade was covered with flowing clouds-like patterns, and it was a sharp weapon at a glance.

"Good knife, can you show me?" The silver-haired man said to the giant.

The giant man glanced at his master, the master bowed slightly, and the giant man took a step forward, came to the silver-haired man, and handed the giant knife in his hand to the silver-haired man.

The weight of the giant knife was extremely heavy, but the silver-haired man caught it with only one hand, and he carefully examined the blade of the knife, and nodded again and again.

"Such a big knife is actually made of 'Heavenly Iron', and it is so rare to end, no wonder it can be killed." The silver-haired man said, returning the giant knife to the giant man, "I have a lot of swords in my hand, and I also have one or two artifacts in my conceit, but I don't have such a treasure knife." ”

Listening to the silver-haired man's words of praise, a trace of imperceptible self-satisfaction appeared on the owner's face, "Mr. is overrated." ”

"That Sun Hui heard that there is a Xuantie knife, which is very powerful, but it can hurt himself, and it was collected in the palace by Emperor Daxing, and then retrieved it for him, but I heard that it is now lost, I don't know why." The silver-haired man said, "Zhongcheng has this divine sword, and he should be able to restrain him." ”

"When the gentleman said so, I was relieved." The host smiled.

"If Zhongcheng needs anything, it can be rumored that I know it, and I don't have to go in person," the silver-haired man said, "Whatever I Zhu can do, there is nothing to do." I only hope that Zhongcheng will punish the evil as soon as possible, help Ming Jun to ascend to the throne, and enjoy peace in the world. ”

After the guests and hosts had their best, the silver-haired man took his leave.

Watching the silver-haired man's back disappear, a grim smile appeared on the corner of Qin Hui's mouth.

Tokyo Kaifeng, south of the city, Suzaku Fang.

There was no plaque on the door of the shop, only an old long knife hung under the eaves, and the heavy blade was covered with a stain of patina, which caused a humming sound on the blade whenever the wind blew.

The small shop has stood quietly in this secluded corner of Kaifeng City for nearly a hundred years, but it has never had a name, and people who know it here use the three words "Lingfeng" to call it. Gao Pet stepped into the dark door, listening to the sound stretching like a thin copper wire behind him, only to feel a cold air seeping into his body, and his steps couldn't help but tremble.

The inside of the shop was clean, but it was a little darker, and the light fell through the skylight directly above, illuminating the spotless bluestone floor. Behind the counter are two rows of shelves, most of which are shrouded in darkness.

An emaciated, slightly hunched man stepped out from behind the tall counter, still holding a short knife wrapped in muntjac skin, as if he had just been halfway wiped it.

"What do you want to see?" His voice was as low and hoarse as the sand and gravel crushed against each other, grinding down the ears a little uncomfortable.

"Just take a look."

"Childe is a foreigner, and he actually knows about the shop." The shopkeeper walked slowly with his back hunched, there was a scar on the corner of his mouth, and he looked as if he was forever smiling, "There are a lot of various blades in our shop, I don't know if there is a son who can see it." ”

Before Gao Zhong could speak, a bright laugh outside the door suddenly broke the silence, and his sister Gao Jinling ran into the house with Ban, and shouted happily: "The knife outside the door is really fun, brother, is this the place you are talking about?" ”

The shopkeeper watched the girl and the cheetah behind her rush into the door like two flames, but he didn't make a fuss at all, just smiled with his hands folded.

"Hehe, the girl likes that knife too. This knife is handed down by the ancestors of the small shop, the name has been lost, it is said that it is a knife used by a certain prince in the previous dynasty, and now the blade has been rusted, and it is unbearable to polish, but the style is simple, and it is just hanging at the door to make a signboard. ”

Jin Ling's big clear eyes rolled twice, and said, "So you say that you sell knives here?" I just wanted to buy one. ”