I don't look at his knife, I only look at his carotid aorta.

Masters fight, stab ten knives elsewhere, it is better to stab one knife here. As it is said in the book of war, it is better to cut off one finger than to hurt ten fingers. If you want to cut, you will cut the opponent's vital point, and you will be killed with one blow, leaving no room for turn.

"I'll still treat you as Wen Peony, after this moment, no matter who you are, you will die!" I said coldly.

Before I saw the sword score of the Nine Swords of Shenzhou, I was a person who was too gentle and even a little cowardly, and when I encountered street thugs fighting, I stayed away. Although he practiced martial arts with Sha Lao's fist, he always lacked actual combat experience, and he was not good at fighting with others.

I don't have any aggression in my personality, and most of the time, I just want to be nice to people. The only thing is that I just want to avenge my eldest brother, and I swear that when I meet those murderers, I will never be soft or cowardly.

After reading the Shenzhou Nine Swords Knife Spectrum, I suddenly felt that my vision was broad, and my eyes were extremely bright, and I could see every moment of the battle. It is precisely because he understands that he has no cowardice and can calmly face any enemy.

Just like now, I can see any changes that the scaler may bring, and I also know from which direction Wen Peony will launch the stab. Obviously, when he thrust forward, I only had to take half a step back, beyond the maximum limit of his pace, arm, and blade combined, and I would be absolutely safe from the rusty scaler. When his offensive stance stretches to the end, it becomes "stiff" time. For at least two seconds, he was at my mercy.

I barely had to think about it, just pull out the bone chopper, take a step forward at an angle of twenty degrees in front of me, and drop my right arm, and the blade would slash accurately at the side of his neck.

If you want him to die, you don't have any strength on your arm, and you can directly slash it down, slanting your shoulder strap and back, and cutting it in two.

I didn't want him to die on the spot, so I kept my arm in my arms, and the blade only touched his neck, and then slid away against the flesh, only making a small cut in his major artery, so that the blood all over his body shot out like an arrow.

This is the beauty of smart martial arts, which makes people understand, see, and understand, and then in a battle that can be controlled, it is easy to get off the chopsticks and fish each other.

Killing is not the most brilliant martial arts, being able to kill, release, and collect is the ultimate in martial arts.

The ancestors who founded the Nine Swords of Shenzhou were really clever, and they did not specialize in martial arts moves, but explained from a higher level, teaching people to fish, rather than teaching people to fish.

In the end, Wen Peony did not rush over, but suddenly lowered his right hand and threw the scaling knife on the ground.

"I'm not your opponent, okay, I'm willing to bow down. He laughed wickedly.

"Can you read my mind?" I asked.

"I can't read it, but someone can. Wen Peony replied.

I immediately realized that it wasn't just me and him, but that there was another pair of eyes observing it all in the Endless Void. So, when I looked at the bone cleaver and thought about the battle in my head, those eyes had already seen everything.

In fact, I've been aware for a long time that at all times, there is always a pair of eyes watching my every move in the endless darkness.

This kind of feeling of being watched by people is really very weird, because as far as the eye can see, there are only me and Wen Peony in this back kitchen, and there is absolutely no third living person breathing.

Of course, there are cameras installed in the back kitchen, but that's only in this room. When I left the house, the camera couldn't catch my movements. However, the feeling of being "spied on" has been around for a long time.

Before, for a while, I thought that it was Ishishu Liuhe who was the one who spied on me, because Japanese thaumaturgists such as ninjas and illusionists were the best at spying and spying on others, like rats in the dark night.

Ishishu Liuhe died, and Ming Chizakura was sent back to Japan—the two people related to the illusionist sect were already far away from me, but my instincts wouldn't deceive me, and those eyes were always there.

"Come with me. "I tried to soften the stiff atmosphere.

"Where are you going?" Wen Peony squeezed out a strange expression on her face.

"Go see Miss Lian, she's waiting for you at the farm. I replied.

"Wait for me, wait for me?" Wen Peony asked herself twice in a row, then suddenly bent down and picked up a crescent axe from the chopping board.

The axe is usually used to vigorously split frozen meat, the blade is about half a foot wide, the axe handle is two feet long, and the whole body is made of stainless steel, and the lethality is very amazing.

Next, Wen Peony's movements were even more bizarre.

He lay on his side, unexpectedly pillowed on the chopping board, and then held the crescent axe in both hands, gasping for breath.

Look at that posture, he is going to swing an axe and cut his neck.

I didn't dare to slack off, picked up the bone chopping knife with my backhand, strode closer, and stopped it with a loud voice: "Mr. Wen, if you have something to say, speak slowly!"

Even if I don't think of him as the real Wen Peony, I don't want to splash blood in the back kitchen without knowing it.

Wen Peony's life and death are trivial matters, and this strange change in his body must be clarified in order to cure the symptoms and cure the root cause. Otherwise, the next one to suddenly go crazy may be Lianchengbi or me. At that time, everyone can't just put their head on the chopping board and cut their necks, right?

"I'm ...... Mt. Fuji ...... "Wen Peony struggled.

"Don't come here, I must die, and if I die, I will no longer be controlled by evil magic—" Wen Peony shouted in another voice.

I understand, at this moment, Wen Peony is driven by another strange force, and her nature is imprisoned, so she has the weird performance just now. As a host, he can only kill himself in order to completely cut off the tragic fate of being driven by strange forces.

"Tell me, what controls you?" I was pressed for time, and I only asked the most critical questions.

I believe that with Wen Peony's IQ and experience, he does not take personal life and death too seriously.

Only those who have broken through the threshold of life and death can understand the overall situation, understand the general situation, and do great things.

"Mt. Fuji Illusionist Sect Nishijo...... Xicheng Fangshu ...... is the real enemy, telling the King of Qin that the internal strife can be suspended, and the external enemy is the great threat to the destruction of the Great Wall...... Join forces, join hands ......" This is Wen Peony's voice speaking.

He conveyed an important message to me - the name of Yoshiki Xicheng has long been spread throughout Asia. It's a legend, like so many Asian celebrities, and as soon as his name comes out, tens of millions of fans will worship and be fascinated by it. However, he is different from many singers, movie stars, stars, and political stars, because he is famous for "murder by evil arts" and has a supreme authority position among the major cult groups around the world that believe in "suicide and eternal life."

With a bang, the crescent axe fell to the ground, and Wen Peony suddenly bounced up.

"No one could find him...... He is the mountain god of Mt. Fuji...... If you believe in him, you must sacrifice with your life, and the one who sacrifices will have eternal life, and the one who sacrifices will have eternal life...... Hehehehehe, untouchables...... Even if the untouchables are sacrificed, it is impossible to live forever, and the sun rises in the east...... The sun illuminates the honorable place, and the people of Mt. Fuji are ...... The nobles of the world, the heirs of light...... Untouchables from all over the world boarded boats and crossed the sea to worship ......," Wen Peony screamed again.

I understand that whether it is suicide or homicide, only when Wen Peony dies can all this be ended.

The bone chopper is also made of stainless steel, which is cold and hard, and has a cold light.

I am sure that with my skills, with a knife, Wen Peony will definitely be in a different place. However, who can give me a correct reason to kill him? If I told the police that "Wen Peony was controlled by evil magic and had to be killed", I might soon be labeled as a "psychotic murderer."

"Mr. Wen, Wen Peony—are you ready to die?" I asked in a deep voice, gritting my teeth.

Wen Peony's body swayed, her facial features were distorted, and her expression was evil, like a demon insect that had cultivated into a spirit.

"Wen Peony, I have to kill you, this is fate, under Jiuquan, don't blame me!" I can only declare like this, regardless of whether the real Wen Peony can hear it or not.

"You can't kill me, I'm a sacrificer, I'm already ......immortal," Wen Peony smiled and stepped back, turned sharply, and jumped out of the garbage door.

Carrying a bone cleaver, I sped through the garbage door, stepped over five flights of steps, and landed lightly.

Behind the café is a small tiled plaza that is only twenty steps square. Beyond the square, there are weeds that cover the surface of your feet. Then to the south, west, and north, all of them were half-man-high artemisia grass.

Wen Peony's feet were extremely fast, and as soon as I landed, he had already run to the edge of the small square due west.

I saw his jumping posture as he ran, and I was even more convinced that he was being controlled by a mysterious force from Japan, because his hoop legs became so obvious that it looked like a basketball was sandwiched between his legs.

In this case, I can't catch up.

Suddenly, a man rushed out of the artemisia grass, wearing an old-fashioned garment.

The momentum of this person rushing forward was also very fast, and he was colliding with Wen Peony.

In the case of this double acceleration, the collision between the two is no less powerful than two cars head-on. With a bang, the two of them twisted face to face, rushed three meters high, and then fell from the air. After landing, the bodies of the two did not immediately separate, but hugged each other and lay on the ground.

It turned out that the man was wearing a "sword robe" covered with a one-foot-long sharp cone, and his whole body was filled with at least seventy or eighty bright and dangling awls with sharp blades pointing outward. The two collided with all their might, and the sharp cone instantly pierced Wen Mudan's body, and more than two dozen bloody cones protruded from his back.

I ran near, and found that the woman who had rushed out of the artemisia grass was a dead woman, the Burning Cloud.

"Ahem...... Huoyun coughed in pain, his shoulders trembled, and blood spurted from his mouth.

"How are you?" I sighed, clenching my fists.

The blood, red and black, looks like the sharp cone is all quenched with poison, as long as it cuts the skin, there is no cure.

"We are...... The minister of the humerus of the king of Qin is...... Left and right-handed, he has trouble himself, and he must solve it by himself...... The Wen family and the Huo family are the old ministers of the Qin family, and when it comes to our generation, they must ...... It is necessary to assist the King of Qin and clear the obstacles...... obstacles, but Mr. Xia, you know, in the contemporary rivers and lakes, there are so many masters, there are countless of them...... The back waves push the front waves, and heroes emerge in large numbers...... In the past five years, we have traveled all over the world, from Beijing to Hainan, from Shanghai to Tibet, and we are looking for ...... One can become a good helper of the Qin clan, but for four and a half years, we have gained nothing, and then we ...... I found you in Jinan. If it weren't for the invitation of our husband and wife, King Qin, Qin Gongzi, and Miss Lian would not have come to Jinan, and it wouldn't have happened...... said that Fohai rebelled and Qin Gongzi was slaughtered...... I must atone for my sins, and I must put an end to the chaos we have caused......"

Huoyun was exhausted, gasped a few times, and exerted force with both hands, wanting to push Wen Peony away. However, the sharp cone is like a nail board, firmly stringing the two together.

I can't help her, and if I forcibly separate the two, I'm afraid they'll die on the spot.

"Hehe, it's okay to die like this...... It's okay, it's good to be a companion on the Huangquan Road......" Huoyun laughed hard.

"He's not Wen Peony, he has something else hidden in his body. I sighed.

At this time, whether it is a miracle doctor or a master of metaphysics, they can only stand by and watch and cannot help them.

"Yes, yes, that's why we planned it for a long time...... I'll die first, go to the secret ambush, and wait for the ghost under the illusionist to follow him and sneak into his body, and I will wait for the opportunity to move, and use this kind of bloody ...... 'flying on the grass' poisonous ...... The robe of the cone will perish with him...... In the world of thaumaturgists, we are so small that this is the only thing we can think of...... The way to repay the King of Qin, Mr. Xia, Xia ...... Sir, King Qin is a genius, ambitious, capable, and daring to be the first in the world...... He wants to unify the rivers and lakes, make the rivers and lakes orderly, no more attacks and killings, unite with the outside world, and defend the country...... He followed the example of his sages and wanted to build a great wall to maintain peace in the rivers and lakes, and eliminate all those who dared to offend China...... The global thaumaturgists are ready to move, and if our Chinese thaumaturgists cannot unite, then it will cause the tragedy of the invasion of the Eight-Nation Alliance...... The Chinese thaumaturgists are still scattered, waiting for a leader to take the lead...... Everything in the world has its king, and we believe that King Qin is the king of thaumaturgy today...... Assist him, assist him...... Assist him ......"

Huoyun couldn't speak, and blood spurted from his mouth.

She is indeed loyal, and at the last moment of her life, she still does not forget to maintain the dream of King Qin to dominate the rivers and lakes. But is King Qin's dream the dream of all Chinese thaumaturgists?

Wen Peony is not dead, but she is also dying, and only her hands and feet can barely move.

The four hands of the two people slowly clasped together, and their fingers were interlocked, clenched tightly.

"If you don't cut down the grass and eradicate the phantom of Mount Fuji, the Chinese rivers and lakes will not stop suffering. "I have a lot of anger in my breast, and I can't contain it.

This is Jinan, a big city in the Central Plains, where Japanese phantomists act recklessly, disrupting everyone's peaceful life, and simply not taking Chinese seriously. If it weren't for the Chinese thaumaturgists, the police would certainly not be able to help them.

The mountain breeze was blowing, and the artemisia grass and trees on all sides made a whistling sound.

In the depths of the grass, ghosts flickered, and there seemed to be countless demons and ghosts hidden.

I believe that the illusionist's ghost did not act alone, but had come to the scene and surrounded the café.

"It's time to perform the real knife technique—" I flicked my wrist and hid the one-foot-long, half-foot-wide bone chopping knife upside down at the bottom of my wrist.

Damn the ghost - in the old mansion on Qushuiting Street, the ghost once attacked at night, almost putting me in a desperate situation. At that time, I was unarmed and had no choice but to rely on the help of others to get through the catastrophe. The minions of these illusionists are so deceitful that they still haunt the ghosts and do not care about the lives of the Chinese.

"Summer ...... Mr. Xia, the hero of the world, I only ...... Admire King Qin and you...... Together, you can make it happen...... Sweeping the dream of Liuhe...... We are going to die, and we can only bless you...... I can only bless you with success under the Nine Springs...... Chinese need to have their own thaumaturgist to protect them, and the country is strong, so that people can live well, Japanese devils...... My Wen Peony and the Japanese devil are incompatible, and eighteen years later, I Wen Peony ...... Another hero, another ...... The hero who kills devils, I have a big sword...... The big knife slashed at the devil's head, hahahaha...... Chop devils, haha......"

Wen Peony was still alive, and with only one breath, he said these words intermittently, and lost his breath in laughter.

"The one who is in charge is well said...... You are a man, and it is not in vain that I am the 'No. 1 female bandit in Jinzhong' who has been with you for more than ten years...... A big knife slashed at the devil's head, in the next life, I will burn the clouds and be your mother-in-law, hahahahaha......"

Huoyun also died laughing, although she was a woman, she was heroic and heroic, and she did not lose to the manly hero.

I wanted to be like them, looking up to the sky and laughing to see them off, but before I could open my mouth, two lines of tears had already burst out of my eyes.

As the saying goes, husband and wife are birds of the same forest, and they fly separately when disaster comes.

Wen Peony and Huo Yaoyun put life and death aside at all, and fought to the death for the king of Qin for the last time, which is great loyalty; husband and wife will never give up, one will die, and the other will never steal life, this is the great righteousness.

Nowadays, the younger generation regards the marriage book of the husband and wife as a piece of waste paper, and the flash marriage is like a child's play, and the love between men and women is equivalent to the mating of pigs, dogs, cows and horses in the eyes of these people.

Among the tens of millions of people, there are no more than 100 loyal couples like Wen Peony and Huo Yaoyun. Only they are the models and examples of the husband and wife family of the Chinese nation.

"If it's true, 'good people don't live long, and they will be a scourge for 10,000 years'—" I bowed deeply to the two men in the pool of blood to show my deepest admiration for them.

"Now, I will kill all the ghosts of the Mt. Fuji illusionists, sacrifice them with blood, and see them off. I said silently.

As soon as I straightened up, a person had already appeared silently beside Wen Mudan.