When Evil Xiaoqi arrived at the Western Frontier, there had been three days and three nights of fighting, the smoke had not yet dispersed, the air was filled with a strong smell of blood, the peach-colored clouds were reflected on the flowing water, the entire river surface turned black and red, and the sky seemed to be on fire.

At the same time, the elite cavalry assembled by the princes fought a fierce battle with the shocking blue demons of the Shikuan Kingdom in the dark, and finally lost in the Yuanwang Valley and the entire army was annihilated.

Urgently recruited slaves were woven together with prisoners and were chased like cattle by samurai and knights wielding long knives on horseback.

Like all the dead soldiers who received the nameplate, Evil Xiaoqi was assigned to the first formation and had little free time. After receiving a clumsy set of machine expansion armor and enough food for one day, everyone followed the group to Yuanwang Valley.

After a day and a night of non-stop arduous trekking, and at night, the man was exhausted and exhausted, and his arms were numb and trembling.

Early the next morning, a black-lined procession continued its march towards the turquoise peak. The gray and yellow forests covered most of the sky as far as the eye could see, except for flocks of birds that flew past and then fluttered and disappeared into the forest.

Before they reached their destination, Evil Xiaoqi and the others encountered a hard battle of annihilation.

More than a dozen figures suddenly burst out of the forest were startled and roared, and before the warriors led by the soldiers had time to shoot, they were instantly pierced by countless sharp blades, and they didn't even have time to scream, and they completely swallowed their breath.

Frightened by the sudden attack, several of the slaves screamed incessantly and turned to run away. The cold wind hit behind him, and the blade that seeped cold air penetrated through the armor and penetrated straight in, a cool feeling that penetrated the bones. Blood stained the ground beneath his feet, as bright as flames.

Evil Xiaoqi was wearing heavy armor, and before he could open the bracket inside, he was stabbed by rows of sharp teeth that burst out like a hedgehog, and these sharp teeth were fiercely inserted into the armor, and the burst bloomed like a lotus flower at the moment of shooting.

Evil Xiaoqi was hit by an arrow in the abdomen, but his hands and feet were immobilized in Tie Qing's armor, and blood stains quickly penetrated his middle coat. At this moment, his body seemed to be tightly arched by some unbearable pain, and the whole person was even trembling slightly, but he was not heard moaning. There was a visible sweat stain on the back, clinging to the shirt.

The crowd had already been in chaos, and the first battle greeted by these dead soldiers in bulky armor who were ready to go to the station entered a white heat. A large number of slaves fell in despair, and the flames of blood spread, merging with the color of the rising sun.

Dozens of iron-masked samurai intercepted the scattered crowd in a line, and the frightened slaves and prisoners, as well as a small number of escorted soldiers, had to give up resistance in the face of great feats.

There was only one teenager, who was bent over, and the anger in his eyes burned like fire.

Evil Xiaoqi heard the low hum of the forging knife.

"Boy, are you looking for death?" A long knife stabbed into Evil Xiaoqi's armor with a "flutter", and it was really a sharp knife. Not only did it cut through the armor made of stainless steel, but it almost pierced Evil Xiaoqi's ribs.

The knife slashed across the armor, and bright red blood gushed out. The boy's teeth sank deep into his flesh, and blood gushed out, staining his handsome face, which looked a little white and hideous.

"What a stubborn child. The leader sighed quietly.

He couldn't see his face clearly, but Evil Xiaoqi could feel the killing aura hidden under the silver-plated mask.

"Come on, come on, kind of kill me. Evil Xiaoqi's eyes were bloodshot, and he suddenly roared.

The Silver Masked Samurai seemed to smile, cruelly and coldly. He snorted coldly, and the sword flowers that burst out were like silver snakes, surging in all directions like a flood rushing from the mountains and seas.

But no one saw the frightened expression hidden under the silver mask after the knife was blank.

The silver-faced warrior didn't understand until he died, how could there be such a sword technique in this world?

A red flower bloomed on the silver-faced warrior's chest, and a warm fountain of warmth poured out.

It was also a demonic existence, and Evil Xiaoqi seemed to be controlled by an invisible force. The sword roared like a dragon for a long time, and everyone's frightened faces were reflected in the cold light.

Just as the killing began, Evil Xiaoqi woke up a slave beside him, secretly helped him turn on the copper twist of the machine, and unlocked the switch of the armor behind him.

The flag fell, and the crowd exploded. The forging knife that flashed with cold light opened and closed unscrupulously. The screams of flesh and blood came and went.

The battle didn't last long, and the masked samurai soon fled in the face of Evil Xiaoqi's fierce sword.

Evil Xiaoqi clutched a long knife tightly in his hand. There was a flame-like light burning in his eyes. The corners of his mouth showed a fierce killing intent. It's chilling.

Kill the demons, and kill the world.

The true meaning of the nameless knife is like this, and it cannot be disorganized. Nothing comes and goes. More often than not, I can't see anything clearly, and it seems to contain everything. Messages that don't go through the brain are controlled by the senses. There is almost no way to see the opening and closing of the moves. There is no fancy performance between a cut and a harvest.

Chilling fear stuck in my throat. Before he could scream, he disappeared with the sound of bones cracking. I probably won't be afraid of such a knife again. Because the dead are not afraid. The silver-faced warrior had his liver and gall cracked, and he fell to the ground and died without humming.

... Many years later, the boy seemed to remember the dream he had had once had, and an unnamed person appeared in his dream.

"In order to bring out the best in you, I have created a fantasy in your mind, and this map is meant to make you realize the mysteries. Go quickly, child, fate is in your hands, where to go. It's up to you to take your photos. The strange voice sounded again.

... The wind was so strong that I couldn't open my eyes, and the lights at the intersection were dim and dim. The sound of the horse's hooves seemed to be pounding on the eardrums, and the young man's figure gradually disappeared from the nameless sight. He took a light sip of tea, and his eyes were full of scorching flames. "Knowing the secret of the nameless knife so early, is it a blessing or a curse, who can know? ”

Nameless eyes looked into the distance, looking at him from this angle. The entire Huainan City is shrouded in a dark night, and the lights are like stars in the sky dotted with chessboard-like cities. One of the most dazzling should be the Huainan Mansion. Nameless thought to himself, at this moment, the Huainan Mansion should be immersed in a sea of joy. Zhai Tianlin's goal of borrowing a knife to kill people has been achieved, how can he be unhappy?

... The roar of the wind, the neighing of horses, and the passing of a few wisps of pale blue smoke cut gracefully across the sky. I have a deep feeling of the real battlefield atmosphere. Evil Xiaoqi was nervous and a little excited. I feel my blood surge, my head and my chest tight. The eyes were blank, and in an instant they were covered in strange colors. Totem-like patterns emerge across the sky, reflected in a mirage on the southwest corner. Those with better eyesight can even tell that it is a horse or a human figure.

An earth-shattering horn completely broke all patterns. As far as the eye can see, the southwest corner is already full of smoke. Several embroidered gold flags are displayed in the wind. The wind swept in.

Reinforcements came, and some cheered.

The bright red flags, the black armor, the war horses of the gods, the colorful flags hunting, the soldiers are like snow, and they are as heavy as the black mountains that crush the ground.

The sound of hooves was like thunder, and dozens of horses quickly drove in front of Evil Xiaoqi, and a man with a leopard's head tattoo embedded in his shoulder and wearing a black coat looked at Evil Xiaoqi, smiled, and said, "The knife is good, very fast, you are the kid who beat away the enemy army?"

The evil boy was on a forging knife, and the wound was a tearing pain, and his chest was stained with large patches of blood, drip by drop sliding down his robe. Soon it soaked and stained a small patch of grass red.

"You're hurt?" The man instructed his men: "Hurry up and lead him to bandage, be quick." ”

A large number of teams converged to form a blue-gray mighty stream of people into the mist-filled canyon.

Between the vast sea of clouds, the valley is undulating, and the verdant woods seem to be a huge barrier. The thick realm of the green mountains has narrowed the reckless mountains.

Evil Xiaoqi was lying inside the tent, and through the half-rolled door curtain, he saw the figure of Busy Lu outside. On the newly driven stakes in the wide meadow, five or six cauldrons of rice were lined up. Dozens of young slaves dressed in gray were busy, some lighting fires, some digging ashes, or adding brocade juice to the cauldron from brand-new white wooden barrels, all preparing for yam porridge. There were also many samurai in armor running around on horseback, although their expressions were slightly uneasy, but their military faces were solemn and neat, and there was no sign of panic.

Evil Xiaoqi's injuries were not very serious, and he would soon be able to walk on the ground, and he walked out of the barracks. Hearing the sound of horses' hooves, countless cavalry rushed out of the garrison, followed by the infantry, and the soldiers marched through the dense fog like a tide like a tide in bright silver armor.

The slaves and prisoners who served as dead soldiers were herded in by the samurai like sheep outside, and went to the back.

"Boy, it's better, you don't have to be a dead soldier in the future. The man with leopard print on his shoulder rode his horse, and when he got closer, he pulled the reins and smiled.

Evil Xiaoqi nodded. There was silence for a while. Looking at the valley in the distance, he said, "Is that our battlefield there?"

"When two countries fight, there will be rivers of blood, that is, they will win and return, and the soldiers and horses of the two countries whose souls have lost their souls in a foreign land will have accumulated into a mountain. The battlefield is the killing ground, boy, you'll have a bigger role. ”

"Tell Lord Lan, that Jincheng prisoner..."It is estimated that the two words prisoner are a little serious, hesitated for a moment, and then changed his words: "I checked his customs clearance document and Lord Du's letter, there is no problem, his name is Evil Xiaoqi, Jincheng Tongji prisoner." The crime was to kidnap the family members of the imperial court, and his husband still had some friendship with Marshal Li. A man dressed as a scribe bowed.

"Call him over, and say he has something important. "Partial General Lan Jiudao.

Evil Xiaoqi entered the Zhongjun account, and saw the man with leopard print embedded on his shoulder at a glance, and he was already mentally prepared, so he was not surprised, and stood behind Lan Jiu with a salute, seeing him smile, looking at the cowhide map on the wooden table with a solemn expression and being silent.

All the furnishings of the military tent are simple, with striped tables, felt mats and a crane's beak lamp standing alone in the corner of the desk, all covered with a layer of jumping yellow halo.