"Ahh

Emiya let out a loud cry and woke up from his dream.

Before I knew it, I was already drenched in cold sweat.

He covered his face with his hands and gasped violently.

The dream just now was too real, so terrifyingly real—

He dreamed of his own death, killed by a guy who could [infinite resurrection].

However, fortunately, it was just a dream, and I was still alive and well.

Wei Gong only felt a dry mouth, and got up from the bed, ready to pour some hot water to suppress the shock.

It was then that a light caught his attention in the darkness.

Beside his bedside, stood a pitch-black sword, the Divine Soul Connecting Sword.

However, it was glowing faintly purple-red in the dark night.

It's like—

"Skill activated?"

Emiya suddenly remembered that the passive skill of this sword was to activate intuition and predict what would happen within 24 hours.

Could it be that —

Emiya walked over tremblingly and stroked the sword with his hand.

"......"

The blade was razor-sharp, cutting a bright red cut through his fingers.

However, when Wei Gong touched the sword body just now, he was frightened by the scene that surged in, and he shrank back.

It turned out that it was not a dream, it was real.

The fact that he was going to be killed by a killer.

……

Finally, it was dark the next day, and it was time for Zhao Mofeng to act.

The sword slashed through the air like a shooting star.

Zhao Mofeng stood on the sword, clasped his hands, and looked coldly ahead.

He had already investigated this person named Wei Gong during the day.

A little-known swordsmith, destitute, is still a master of the Ninefold Realm.

It's a bit unbelievable.

However, a smile of excitement appeared on the corner of his mouth, as long as he was a ninefold master, no matter what his identity was, he could stimulate the desire to win in his heart.

It stands to reason that as a killer, you have to spend at least more than a month conducting a detailed investigation of your target, including lifestyle habits, travel time, etc., to ensure that nothing goes wrong.

But Zhao Mofeng just killed a ninefold sword immortal yesterday, and his self-confidence was a little bursting, and this one called Wei Gong was indeed like a blank piece of paper, there was not much room to investigate, and every day in addition to casting swords was to sell goods.

So he didn't feel the need to waste time.

Zhao Mofeng glanced at the Qiankun mirror, and the time displayed was 7:30 in the evening, under normal circumstances, the Wei Palace should be outside to sell goods at this time, and it will not come back until after eight o'clock in the evening.

Half an hour was enough for him to prepare.

Zhao Mofeng decided to follow yesterday's routine and wait for him at Wei Gong's house.

Wei Gong's house is next to the mountain, and there is a small forest behind it, and then in order not to expose his whereabouts too early to arouse suspicion, Zhao Mofeng decided to sneak in from the back mountain.

He harnessed the flying sword, close to the ground, and slowly slid down the mountain.

In the distance, a sword-forging house showed a small half of the roof.

"Hehe, Wei Gong, you're dead."

His adrenaline was pumped up, and he felt only a rush of excitement in his chest.

"I'm sorry, I didn't know about it yet."

A clear voice rang out from the forest, like a ghost.

"Who?!"

Zhao Mofeng stopped in horror and fell to the ground, then held the sword in his hand and became vigilant.

The wind was silent and the leaves were falling.

The moonlight poured down, shining on him.

"Aren't you going to kill me?"

The voice suddenly sounded from behind.

"Who is it?!"

Zhao Mofeng turned his head in horror, and the pupils in his eyes dilated greatly.

I don't know when, a handsome young man stood behind him.

"Mufa Sentoji!"

Before Zhao Mofeng could react, there was a sudden vibration on the ground, and a huge force surged, and he saw many huge vines growing out from under his feet, instantly entangled him tightly.

Worst! A huge sense of oppression came, and Zhao Mofeng was tightly tied up, unable to move at all.

He stared at Wei Gong with a pair of eyes, thinking that he really underestimated him.

"Hehe, I'm sorry to disappoint you, right?" Emiya smiled, reached out, and nodded his forehead.

Fortunately, there is a reminder of the Divine Soul Connecting Sword, otherwise I don't know how I really died today.

Moreover, he already knew that Zhao Mofeng had the ability to resurrect infinitely, so he used the eighth-order binding technique of the wood system to trap him.

"As long as I don't let you die, right?"

Wei Gong was ready to keep him for the rest of his life.

"What?!" The shock in Zhao Mofeng's heart was extraordinary, and a pair of eyes flickered, "How do you know?" ”

Impossible, even my boss doesn't know the secret of [Infinite Rebirth] on me, how does he know?

However, when he saw Emiya's all-seeing expression, he knew that he was wrong.

"It's worthy of being a master of the Ninefold Realm, it really impresses me, hahahaha, it's a pity that you underestimate me too much."

Zhao Mofeng laughed fiercely, his expression was even more terrifying, he had never been so excited since his debut.

"What?" Wei Gong was stunned for a moment, and a fire suddenly rose in front of him.

I saw that Zhao Mofeng's body gradually emitted a burst of transparent and blazing fire from the inside out.

"Nirvana: Spark Flames!"

"Damn it!" Wei Gong let out a shout and quickly retreated backwards.

There was a loud "boom", and the heat wave rolled, almost burning Wei Gong's face.

The raging flames burned violently, burning Zhao Mofeng along with the vines that bound him.

"Ahahahaha, ahahaha." A series of heart-rending laughter erupted from the firelight.

Wei Gong wiped the cold sweat on his forehead, and his heart was shocked.

It's maddening to adopt this way.

"If the host is confirmed to be dead, the resurrection system will be automatically activated, and the resurrection will begin, and the resurrection rate will be 1%, 5%, ......"

A cold voice sounded quickly, and Emiya was shocked to see that the charred black corpse was quickly returning to its original smooth skin.

"The resurrection rate is 90%, 95%...... 100%, the host has been resurrected. ”

The young man in front of him was completely naked, revealing a perfect body of muscles, suddenly opened his eyes, and woke up from a near-death state.

In less than ten seconds, he had gone from a piece of black charcoal to an intact human form.

What a terrible resurrection ability.

"Ahahahaha, wahahahahaha," Zhao Mofeng lowered his face, his eyes were like a poisonous snake biting Wei Gong's heart, "Do you understand?" I'm invincible, and I'll always exhaust you until you're exhausted, and I'll kill you in the end! ”

Wei Gong's heart sank, and he couldn't help but take a step back.

His right hand rested on the hilt of the sword at his waist, and he felt a pain.

"Damn."

Is there really no way?

It was at this moment that his gaze suddenly fell on the portable sword at his waist, and he couldn't help but glow with dazzling brilliance.

"Are you ready to die?!"

Zhao Mofeng gritted his teeth and smiled, and then recalled the long sword on the ground into his hand.

"Nirvana: Moonlit Night Starry Slash!"

The purple sword in his hand skyrocketed, and then quickly attacked the guard.

It was at this moment, in the light, that he seemed to see a sly smile rising from the corner of Wei Gong's mouth.

How can it be?

"Kill Molong Shadow Slash!"

A huge dark power surged out from the Weigong sword and bombarded Zhao Mofeng's sword.

The purple sword light only flashed once, and it was immediately suppressed.

Zhao Mofeng let out a muffled snort and fell to his knees.

He quickly covered his neck with his hands, and warm liquid flowed out of it.

"Ahem, hehe, haha, wahahaha, it's really stupid," Zhao Mofeng smiled, "Don't you understand...... You can't kill me......"

Before he could finish his sentence, a narrow sword mark opened in his throat, and blood spurted out.

Then he fell to the side, and there was no more sound.

"Dead?"

Emiya walked over, looked into his eyes, and pulled out the long sword at his waist.

A cold green light flowed over it.

Although I don't know if it's useful, Emiya still wants to give it a try, if the guess is correct.

"If the host is confirmed to be dead, the resurrection system will be automatically activated, and the resurrection will begin, and the resurrection rate will be 1%, 5%, ......"

"Come, listen to my call, obey me!"

Wei Gong recited the sword technique, only to see the green light of his long sword suddenly surge, and in an instant, it returned to darkness.

Zhao Mofeng's body suddenly moved, and then stood up from the ground.

"The host's death state disappears, the death state is unrecognizable, and the resurrection stops."

Zhao Mofeng's body did not heal further, and there was still the wound caused by Wei Gong just now on his neck, but it was only shrunk to the width of his thumb.

"The summon zombie skill has been used, remaining: 1/3."

The voice of the system sounded in Emiya's mind.

"Whew, that's great." Emiya let out a long breath, and his hand holding the zombie sword trembled to himself.

If you don't wear this sword with you tonight, I'm afraid you're going to die here, right?

Death and resurrection, this is a wonderful and indefinable state.

Wei Gong stood up straight, then turned his head and forced Zhao Mofeng's eyes.

"Tell me your name!"

"Yes, master." He opened his mouth and spat out three words—

"Zhao Mofeng."

A man who is about to become the god of future killers.

……