Hundred ghosts walk at night, Vientiane Senluo.

Hell is sneaky, and it comes at the call.

But the evil one, the magic knife, devouring the heart and bones, breathtaking, unruly, ominous to touch.

--- supreme twelve weapons of the magic knife is evil, hidden in the building

But the evil knife, this name is known to everyone in the rivers and lakes.

Not only because the evil is a magic knife that has set off a bloody storm on the rivers and lakes, but also because this knife is the saber of a generation of strange people Zhang Moxie.

When the hidden building made the list of rivers and lakes, there was also a weapon spectrum, which included the world's strange soldiers.

Among them, the evil knife is the first.

But after Zhang Moxie disappeared, he dropped to twelve, but he was also one of the "Supreme Twelve".

This weapon spectrum is not just about weapons.

In fact, it can be regarded as a ranking of masters in the rivers and lakes, after all, a weapon is useless, and it can't kill people, and the reason why weapons are famous is to see who uses it.

According to rumors in the rivers and lakes, after Zhang Moxie disappeared, this magic knife was hidden in the main altar of the Seven Peerless Sects, and there has not been a second evil knife master so far.

But this rumor is false!

Miss by a mile!

Shen Qiu knew that he shouldn't believe these unreliable gossip, no, on the night when the murderous machine collapsed, a young man with an evil knife appeared in front of him.

The magic knife emitted a strange red glow in the night, but it did not resist the young man's grip, and in the howling of the yin wind, Shen Qiu knew it.

The second is the evil sword master, who has already appeared.

The knife glowed red, but it was easy to recognize.

The knife is three feet seven inches long, and there is no curved arc, which is a rare straight-edged knife in the rivers and lakes.

The blade is light, three fingers wide, as light and thin as a willow leaf, the shape of the knife is hideous, like a beast bone forging, and the handle is like jade like a bone, pale and slender, gloomy.

Shen Qiu also noticed that the blade of the Demon Knife was embellished with red lines, and when the young man's wrist moved, he could even leave a visual afterimage on the retina, which was really like a hundred ghosts walking at night.

And there are some small holes in the blade, and the air flowing through it at high speed can bring the eerie ghost to cry.

This knife...

Sure enough, the evil spirit is abnormal.

Shen Qiu also saw that when the evil knife came out of its sheath, the emaciated young man's left eye changed from blue to a strange dark red, as if it was congested.

But perhaps it's also the nature of this magic knife.

Just as shaking light can make people angry, and Chengying can break the true qi.

"Whew..."

The Xue Ji True Qi in Shen Qiu's body flowed through the meridians, dispelling fatigue.

He raised his hand and shook the light, perhaps because he sensed the hostile battle intent of the evil sword, and this cold and abnormal seven-star shaking light also buzzed in Shen Qiu's hand.

It is also the supreme twelve, how can it be afraid of that hideous magic knife?

More than ten years ago, they had two knives, but they also fought against each other.

That time there was no winner.

This time, it's going to be a tall one!

Tonight, we will have to compete with that magic sword, and see who is more powerful among the only two knives in the Supreme Twelve!

The handle of the shaking knife shook in Shen Qiu's hand.

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"It's not impossible."

Shen Qiu moved his shoulders, and between the night breeze, he reached out and took off his blood-stained robe and threw it behind him.

The young man with the evil knife was worried about his life, but he did not step forward to attack.

"This is a strong enemy, you have to stop losing your temper, right?"

Shen Qiu complained about the knife in his hand.

The humming of the shaking light suddenly stopped, and it seemed to be thinking about it.

A moment later, the fierce aura of the Shaking Light Knife suddenly burst out.

Shen Qiu felt a tiger roar in the air around him, and the Big Dipper pattern on the blade also lit up like moonlight stars.

His wrist swung lightly, and his true qi rolled.

A sharp sword qi burst out, slashing half of the wooden pillars on his side.

"Hahaha, that's right."

Shen Qiu raised his hand with satisfaction, and pointed the fierce Seven Stars at the thin young man in front of him.

He said aloud:

"Seven stars shake the light, Shen Qiu."

"Come on!"

"Bang bang" sounded softly, and Shen Qiu and Wu Wusheng got up at the same time.

Rushing towards each other, the heavy shaking light and the light but evil also buzzed endlessly, and the two knife wielders also collided with each other with the neighing of the blade.

"Bell"

With a soft sound, the blades staggered, pulling up sparks in the air.

The two missed each other's footsteps, and Shen Qiu turned around to be an autumn wind sweeping the leaves, fast and urgent, and the three scurrying knife shadows sealed the space for the lifeless dodge, so that the young man could only face it head-on.

But the reaction of worrying about life was unexpected by Shen Qiu.

The thin young man didn't dodge at all, and pounced on the fierce swaying blade, and the delicate young man was completely desperate to fight.

The contrast is too great.

And the magic knife in his hand was evil, and it also brought a gloomy ghost to cry, like a ray of red light, slashing at Shen Qiu's hand holding the knife.

"Poof"

The Shake Light Knife was an inch shorter than the Evil Sword.

But the blade was wider, and the weapons of the two fell on each other almost at the same time.

The Seven Stars slashed into the chest, and the evil knife slashed across Shen Qiu's wrist.

The two took a few steps back in the next moment, and Shen Qiu looked at the finger guards that had been cut on his hands.

The black gloves were left by Cha Bao, but they were completely destroyed tonight, and there were also two bloody wounds on the wrists, which were very stinging.

However, it does not affect the grip of the knife.

Shen Qiu raised his head and looked at the sorrowful, his eyes full of fear.

That magic knife...

Hurt people and draw blood!

The moment he cut his skin, it sucked up some blood, causing the meridians in Shen Qiu's arm to twitch and hurt.

But the blow just now was against the attack, and Wu Wusheng should have been injured even more.

The kid was defenseless, like a madman in a frenzy!

Isn't he afraid of pain?

In the next moment, when he stood up in a worrying position, Shen Qiu knew the reason.

The boy's chest was almost completely slashed open by the shaking knife, but not a drop of blood flowed out of the tearing wound!

In the red light of the evil sword, Shen Qiu could see clearly that in that wound, the blood was bound by a special force, and it was all over the wound of this emaciated young man.

Beads of blood were rolling, stretching along his knife-wielding hand, and the blood was merging into the magic knife.

But the evil knife drank the blood of the knife bearer, and the red light on his body became more and more penetrating!

It's like a blood sea monster, waking up little by little.

"It's not you. You're not its knife bearer! ”

Shen Qiu narrowed his eyes, he placed the shaking light horizontally in front of him, and said:

"The magic knife is harnessing you... You're not the Lord of the Evil Sword! You're just a slave to the magic sword. ”

"But evil, protect me, I use it."

Worrying that he had lost his blood, his face was even paler, and it could be seen that he was enduring great pain, and he trembled, and said to Shen Qiu in that voice with a strange accent:

"I can talk to it, I am friends with it."

"Demon sect people, one by one, it's really crazy!"

Shen Qiu saw that Wu Wuxian rushed again, so he waved his light.

As the true qi rolled, two fierce sword qi broke out, and they were slashed by the mad and chaotic battle of the lifeless sword.

In the next moment, between the sword qi and the blood light, the two collided and fought again.

The red light and the cold light shook the light several times, and Shen Qiu found a flaw, and in the chaotic dance of autumn, he broke the left hand holding the knife without life.

The young man was about to retreat immediately, but Shen Qiu was faster.

He raised his hand and struck it on the chin of Sorrowless, knocking the boy out with the sound of bones shattering.

The latter spun nimbly in the air in a circle, crouching on the ground.

He looked up and rubbed his chin, his bones broken and unable to speak.

But it doesn't matter.

It's good to talk with a knife.

It's like he's born with a knife heart, and he chats with evil on weekdays.

"Huh"

The little leopard, which was as worried as a predator, swept towards Shen Qiu with strange movements, and the broken wrist had been forcibly restored in the flow of blood.

The swing of the knife is a bit weird, but it doesn't affect the lethality.

In the blink of an eye, the two of them had fought more than ten moves, and their lifeless and emaciated bodies had been shaken and cut open twice, but the latter seemed to be completely uninjured.

With a fighting posture of no defense and only attacking, he pressed Shen Qiu to dance wildly.

This kind of desperate fighting made Shen Qiu keep retreating, and there was thought in his eyes, it was pointless to slash this young man, and the magic knife would not stop.

Unless you cut off your arm or...

Chop off the head!

"Huh"

Shen Qiu dodged the red light in front of him, stepped forward in a staggered step, waved the light in his hand, and in a fierce rage, the moonlight cold blade went towards the neck of the sorrowful lifeless.

I want to be slashed!

"Poof"

The blade of the head-on slash was clasped by the five fingers of his left hand, and he raised his left arm as a shield, allowing the light to be slashed into the bloody bones.

Blood splattered onto the evil knife, making the red mangs bloom.

The terrible ghost cry made Shen Qiuhan's hair stand on end, he raised his body, and narrowly avoided the magic knife sweeping, but was swept by the tip of the knife.

Between the tears of his robe, a tragic wound was also pulled out of his chest and abdomen.

Shen Qiu's face turned pale.

The magic blade slashed, the blood was sucked out, and the pain of the blood flowing backwards made his hair stand on end, and the shaking light of the blade that was held by the worry and death made it work again, like waving a flagpole.

In the violent shock, the emaciated and lifeless person was thrown out.

The young man's left arm was almost destroyed, he landed unsteadily, fell to the ground and rolled around, supporting his body with the evil knife, and half-knelt in front of Shen Qiu.

When he looked up, his blue eyes had turned blood-red.

It's like an evil knife, emitting a little light in the dark night, which is terrifying.

The young man's jaw was shattered and he couldn't speak, so he could only grin a strange smile and lip-tune to Shen Qiu.

"It's awake..."

"Boom"

The blood-red halo bloomed on the evil sword, as if the Blood Sea Demon Soldier had finally warmed up and truly awakened.

The blood rushed to the sky, like an arc of light covering the already messy lakeside.

Shen Qiu's eyes were full of blood-colored halos, as if his mind had been pulled into the Shura Hell.

The bloody breath pierced into his nostrils, making Shen Qiu feel sick and want to vomit, and when he looked up, he looked like he was standing on top of a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood.

The corpses of all kinds of creatures that had been hacked to death were piled up in front of me.

And the knife-wielding sorrow was like killing Shura, standing in the sea of corpses and blood, staggering towards him.

It's like a breathtaking illusion of a sea of blood.

"Buzz"

The fierce aura of the Shaking Light Knife gathered and rushed into Shen Qiu's body in reverse.

The Piffle Knife intended to explode in Shen Qiu's mind, removing the illusion of the magic knife, and a wave of anger ignited in Shen Qiu's heart.

He gasped and gathered the Xue Ji True Qi in his body.

Six points to sacrifice and make a comeback!

"Die!"

In the roar, Shen Qiu dragged the seven stars full of fighting spirit to shake the light, and in the vertical and horizontal sword qi, everywhere he went, the dirt flew, and he pounced into the evil four-foot knife in front of him.

This scene made Wu Wusheng a little surprised.

In the past, he used to use the evil sword against the enemy, but if the evil awakened, no one could escape this illusion of the sea of blood.

If the opponent is stunned by the sky-high blood, he can only be killed, but the person in front of him can actually break through the illusion of invincibility?

It is worthy of shaking the light knife master!

"Bang"

With the knife in one hand, he leaned forward and pressed all his strength on the magic knife, intending to resist the slash of the shaking light head-on.

But in the staggered double-edged situation, Wu Wu's face changed.

There is no force on the shaking knife!

False move!

Oops, fooled!

His left arm was broken and he couldn't block it, so he could only see Shen Qiu, who was expressionless, stabbing himself in the forehead with a finger sword.

But the evil can protect his body, and no matter how seriously he is injured, he will not die.

But if the skull and brain are destroyed, no matter how strange the magic knife is, it will not bring him back to life.

"Poof"

The knuckle stabbed into the flesh of the dead, touching the sturdy skull.

Shen Qiu is already winning.

"Boom"

A black shadow fell from the sky and smashed at the feet of Shen Qiu and Wu Wusheng, like a cannonball falling to the ground, shattering the surrounding three feet of earth.

Between the dirt and the dust, Shen Qiu and the worries of his life were blasted out by Wushuang's energy.

The sharp sword qi could only protect Shen Qiu's body.

He fell to the edge of the lake with a disgraced face, holding the shaking knife in his hand, and looked up, the one standing in front of him was a...

Coffin!

A black coffin, wrapped in layers of chains on the outside.

It half-punched into the dirt like a giant tree rooting, but there was a crashing sound inside, as if something strange was about to come out of the coffin.

"Whoosh"

A figure landed on the coffin.

He wore a green robe, dressed like a singer.

Obviously an eight-foot man, burly, with a long beard, but his hair is scattered, but he has a girl-like pigtail.

The ugliness of this life, with a big left eye and a small right eye, a face full of flesh, half of his face smiling, and half of his face being paralyzed.

He stood on the coffin, stomped his foot fiercely, and scolded:

"Hit the streets! What a fuss!

Be quiet for Lao Tzu! ”

Strange to say, as soon as this guy stomped his foot, the throbbing coffin fell silent.

The man's eyes looked out, and he saw that he was almost hanging up, and he was getting up from the ground with the demon sword, and his big and small eyes suddenly lit up.

"Children don't fight and kill, if you break good materials, where can Lao Tzu go to find them?"

He clapped his hands and exclaimed in a strange accent:

"Good material! What a good material!

The muscles and bones are strange, the sea of blood is infiltrated, the evil spirit is deeply hidden, and the body is full of horizontal bones.

Hey, skinny monkey, let's discuss, after you die, leave the body to Lao Tzu. ”

Worrying about lifelessness and not answering, he stood up and sat cross-legged on the ground, using healing.

The strange guy didn't receive an answer, his face was unhappy, and he turned his head to look like Shen Qiu, and the light in his eyes immediately became disdainful.

"That's a lot worse. Hey, which of you is Shen Qiu's street boy? ”

The guy stood on the coffin, with his hands on his waist, and shouted in a broken gong voice:

"Who lost the good materials that the old coffin was happy to give to Lao Tzu? Where is that young man with the name of Broken Iron?

Pull it out and show it to Lao Tzu! ”

As soon as these words came out, Shen Qiu knew who was coming.

The crazy Qingyang Demon Lord.

Ai Dacha.

Seeing that no one answered, Ai Dacha scratched his chin and analyzed indiscriminately:

"That thin monkey is holding Brother Zhang's evil knife, well, it should be a member of the Seven Peerless Sect, Shen Qiu can't enter the Seven Peerless Sect, Zhang Chu's unlucky child will definitely not want it."

This crazy guy turned his head, stared at Shen Qiu with big and small eyes, and said in a vicious voice:

"So, you're Shen Qiu, the boy who hit the street?"

"Yes, exactly."

Shen Qiu patted the soil on his body, and rubbed the wounds on his waist and abdomen, and the pain was much less during the operation of his true qi.

He looked at Ai Dacha and said:

"Why are you looking for me?"

"Street thief!"

Ai Dacha snorted coldly, threw out a wisp of green light, and stabbed at Shen Qiu with a roar, who grabbed the shaking light and slashed out a knife qi, trying to hit the hidden weapon.

But the moment the two came into contact, the sword qi was easily dispersed by the green mang's hidden weapon.

Shen Qiu didn't dodge or dodge, as if he was waiting for death with his eyes closed.

"Bang"

The Mo family's bladeless black sword roared, just like a sword flying from the sky.

The latter came first, and just in front of the Qingmang hidden weapon, a person in a wide black suit fluttered down, standing in front of Shen Qiu.

Wujiu, the Mo family juzi with a mask, stretched out his hand and gently hooked it, and the Mo family's black sword returned to his hand.

Wujiu looked at the Qingyang Demon Lord in front of him.

The latter also looked at him.

"I'm in vain..."

"Shut up! Old immortal thing. ”

As soon as Wujiu Juzi spoke, he was interrupted by the deep voice of the Qingyang Demon Lord.

He stepped on the chains that bound the coffin, and those chains broke in response, and Ai Dacha fell to the ground, grabbed the heavy coffin with one hand, and smiled at Wujiu Juzi:

"I was going to look for you, but you sent it yourself.

This coffin is for you, an old thing, look at how filial I am, Master...

There's something good in there.

Today, I will open your eyes! ”