"Here...... Nothing left......"

The pig-headed man said.

The craftsman's eyes, which were almost always calm, twitched violently.

He hadn't seen old Joey in real terms, and when Ziliang brought him to the [bar], he was already a chubby figure.

But the person in front of him did not have that kind of honest and gentle taste at all, his body was stained with blood, and under the bloodstains, there was a body as strong as steel, and his hands were covered with extremely thick calluses, even if he held a knife, he could see it clearly, and he could grind calluses on such hard skin, how many times did he have to swing the knife?

The craftsman couldn't calculate, but he could deeply feel the loneliness, anger, and despair in the other person's eyes.

His nose was bulging, his eyelids were a horrible blood, the fangs on both sides poked out of his lips and branched upwards, and each of the sparse hairs on the top of his head was like sharp barbs.

Such a terrifying image is actually on both sides of the cheeks, with two tears that have been soaked for I don't know how many years.

Horrible, ferocious, pitiful.

The craftsman tried to take a few steps forward and could reach the terrifying creature.

Even if it becomes like this, the breath will never change.

"No, get out of here with me, you still have us ......"

With a bang, the volley slashed down in the air, and a gale broke through the distance between the two in an instant.

The craftsman's eyes tightened suddenly, he was extremely familiar with this kind of attacking aura due to the wonderful power in his body, so he knew how terrifying this seemingly ordinary slash was.

Even if he was able to pass through the plane, travel through the vacuum at the very edge of the universe, and resist the scorching heat of the lava ocean, the craftsman couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat for a moment when facing this knife.

Suddenly, the craftsman fiercely compressed the strength of his back, like a steel bearing, and forced himself to turn sideways, this simple action almost made him break the two muscles in his lower back.

But fortunately, he was so dangerous that he would have passed this knife. The terrifying air flow slashed against his cheek, instantly evaporating the cold sweat that came out.

"Human face...... Angel ......," Oinker said lightly.

"Don't you know me, I'm ......"

With another bang, the air flow directly passed through the already broken and collapsed palace wall, and rushed diagonally into the sky, hitting a huge knife on the rock wall of the dome.

Old Joey doesn't know anyone anymore.

In this world, it is useless to know anyone, after all, there are only two lives left here, one is himself, and the other is Pego.

Hongqiao is broken, and no one can leave here.

Because Hongqiao had to go on his own, and Oinke couldn't fly, he had tried, carrying Pego, flying upward, but ..... He flew for a long, long time, even in years, but he never flew to the cut gap, as if the distance between himself and Hongqiao was constantly lengthening as he flew.

In the end, old Joey also had to give up, he jumped off Pego, and then fell.

I don't know how long this falling process lasted, maybe he fell down for several years.

And when he finally fell heavily to the ground, the whole heaven was already deserted and empty.

After that, old Joey had nothing to do, he began to chop things, he collected all the corpses, began to chop the meat, and after the minced meat had no way to get the knife, he gathered the minced meat, and roasted it into a charred lump, and continued to chop, and the whole heavenly corpse could not be burned together by his chopping and burning, so he began to chop the bones, one, and one slash, and it became two, and two and then another, and it became four.

Ten million, 100 million.

Finally, one day, old Joey seemed to realize that he might be in this place forever.

This is the punishment you deserve.

"I am a sinner...... he said lightly, and then, without warning, he suddenly rushed towards the craftsman, his huge body directly in front of the craftsman.

"Why are you a sinner?" The craftsman immediately straightened up his arms and met Old Joey's knife, holding the needle-like thin sword in his hand, "Boom! ”.......

I ate a hard bit.

The sword looked as slender as a willow branch under Old Joey's butcher's knife, but after that slash, there was only a buzzing sound.

This scene almost violates the common sense of physics, but old Joey doesn't care, he is very direct, clattering, clattering and continuing to chop, and there is no trick, just repeating this action infinitely.

If there is something in front of you, you can chop it, you don't need to think about it, you don't need to make sense.

The craftsman crossed his hands and endured the huge slashes again and again, but at the same time, he gritted his teeth and asked, "What are your crimes?" ”

Old Joey's eyes were obviously stunned for a moment, but the movements of his hands did not slow down in the slightest.

"I was supposed to be a hero, but...... But I became a sinner, and the bridge was broken, and no one could leave heaven...... No one...... I split it, I-ahhhh

Speaking of this, Old Joey roared like crazy, and the wood knife in his other hand also began to dance wildly, and the crazy attack made the craftsman unable to parry.

Therefore, he could only withdraw from his body, and with a violent wave of his hands, the thin needle turned into a cold light and rushed into Old Joey's blade, and for a while, the continuous sound of steel crashing became a deafening roar.

Old Joey's words were confused, but the craftsman still understood, and he shouted in the roar, "Has anyone walked across the Hongqiao?" ”

"No one! Ahhh Nobody!! Woo-woo-woo————" Old Joey roared, still mad.

"And what's the difference between you splitting it and not splitting it?"

"Phew!"

Suddenly, with a crisp sound, the continuous collision suddenly stopped, and Old Joy looked at the craftsman with a blank look.

"You say...... What the? He asked.

"A bridge that no one has ever walked on, is it broken or not, does it make any difference?" The craftsman finally put down his hands, and the slash just now consumed a lot of his strength.

"No, someone walks by, and that person is me...... I should have left this place with the others! ”

"Why did you leave with them?"

"Because...... I...... I have the ability to do that, I should have been a hero! ”

"No, no one is born to be a hero, and if a person is forced to embark on the path of a hero, then the person who persecutes him is the sin."

The Craftsman King took a few steps forward, trying to get close to the man who was teetering on the edge of madness.

He began to reason.