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"With a knife in hand, I have it in the world. ”

I don't know whether I sigh at the power of the Huangquan knife or because my own power has reached the point where I can see no one, whether it is the former or the latter, there is no way to verify whether it is true or false, because Chu Mad is dead, and careful people who are familiar with "Yan Chuan Ye History" should be able to find some problems from it, "Yan Chuan" It only mentions the rebellion of the Demon Sect three hundred years ago, but does not say how rampant the Demon Sect initiates led by Chu Mad are, let alone record a few words about Chu Mad himself, but Ye Shi mentioned two sentences, and also made a description of Chu Mad appearance, saying that Chu Mad was white and bloody, his face was like a scholar, and his hands were six fingers. Not only that, but the wild history also recorded the time when Chu Mad said this sentence at that time - at that time, Chu Mad led the Demon Sect disciples to leave the city of Huocheng, and at that time, the alliance countries on the entire plain, except for a few mysterious places, and those remote small cities that had no value in Chu Mad's eyes, many cities fell into the hands of the Demon Sect.

It's just that with the death of Chu Mad who turned his hands into clouds and covered his hands into rain, this empire that once had the opportunity to dominate the world collapsed in an instant.

History is driven by individuals, but individuals cannot stop the progress of history, which is like the general trend of the world will be divided for a long time.

But some things will not change, just like a sentence that Su Qin remembered when listening to Bai Qi reading Chu Ma's last words in the underground cave of Tiantai Mountain, for the Huangquan Knife, Chu Mad only said one sentence, Chu Mad said that the Huangquan Knife was dispatched to the world, but who knew that he had been sharpened in the dark for thousands of years.

The name of a man, the shadow of a sword.

Just when the Huangquan knife slashed towards Zhang Wanshan, someone in the Qilin Army Horse Team fell off their horses at this time, like the autumn wind sweeping away the leaves, and those Qilin Army 100-person squads that were tightly wrapped in armor and claimed to be able to reach ten people were instantly left with less than thirty people sitting on horseback.

No one knew what happened at the moment when the Huangquan Knife shot at the Qilin Army just now, as if a phantom had appeared, and the appearance of the Huangquan Knife was a little blurry at that moment.

How can a knife hurt dozens of people's lives in the blink of an eye? And they are all wounds that break through the chest.

In the eyes of those Sword Sect or Qi Sect masters, killing people is as simple as pinching an ant to death, but at this moment, the fall of the weird Huangquan Knife into the eyes of ordinary people is a very terrifying thing.

The Firmament Continent, which has not been war-torn for hundreds of years, rarely sees the power of those peerless cultivators, a knife that no one controls can kill people a hundred steps away, although I have heard it in the mouth of a storyteller, or read it in some biographical descriptions, but - some things, only personal experience can understand the taste, such as experiencing death, experiencing love, otherwise no matter how others say or persuade, they will not be able to empathize.

Looking at the suddenly dead companions, there was a low cry from the Qilin army, followed by a foul smell in the air, and someone was frightened - these self-proclaimed royal troops, they have a sense of superiority that ordinary armies do not have, this pride is half of the power brought to them by the royal family, and the other half is the armor they wear that is not afraid of swords, their armor and weapons used are incomparable to other armies, but these armors are broken by a knife like cutting tofu...... And there are dozens of companions dying by his side in a breath, Rao is these battle-hardened warriors are still a little unacceptable, especially looking at the various expressions on their faces that those companions are not blind, it can be imagined that at the moment of death, these dead unicorn soldiers don't know what happened until they die.

The more an army has never been defeated, the more afraid it is of death.

The more flowers grow in the greenhouse, the more afraid of wind and frost.

It's not that the soldiers of the Qilin Army haven't experienced death, it's not that they haven't seen the enemy's expression after death, but they haven't engraved the death of their companions like a brand in their hearts like now, because they get along day and night, so they care, they can't forget this night, maybe how many years later, there will be historians who write a heavy stroke in the history books: This is the first bloody storm set off after the Huangquan knife appeared.

There was a panic in the unicorn army, at this time no one picked up the spear in their hands to search for where the enemy was, they just quietly looked at their companions lying on the ground, some lost their minds, some of them lost the grip of their master's hand, they first lowered their heads and licked the body of their master, who would never stand up again, and found that their master ignored him, and with a hot breath in his nose, he walked towards the burning Honka.

For these horses, they have not experienced the battlefield for more than ten years and are just for human beings to ride, they are not yet war horses, in their eyes, these owners who have been cold are just the providers who fill their stomachs, and there is no affection between the two, now they are not hungry, in this cold winter night, they prefer to be warmer around in this time mixed with wind and snow.

Not only animals, but also human beings, like warmth, and then keep warm and think about others.

The burned Honka had burned to the last part, and a little bit of spark debris fell to the snow with the wind whirling, and the little spark was either infected by the snow and water and instantly extinguished, or burst into the darkness to fend for itself.

However, Zhang Wanshan didn't care about these fires that wanted to burn in the dark night, he just stared at the Huangquan knife in front of him tightly, and tightly grasped a yellow talisman in his hand, and at this moment, Zhang Wanshan's slightly blessed body was motionless.

Just stood quietly.

Quietly stood and looked at the Huangquan knife rushing in his face.

The Huangquan knife was full of murderous energy.

Fine sweat was already breaking out on Zhang Wanshan's forehead.

It seems like a long time, and it seems like a short time.

Even Zhang Wanshan himself didn't realize how long it was, he just stood quietly like that, maintaining an unchanged standing posture, no one knew if he would stand like this forever, his back was lonely and thin, until a drop of blood dropped on the yellow charm on Zhang Wanshan's right hand.

The blood was Zhang Wanshan's, the bleeding part of the wrist.

The Red Thunder Sword flew back to Zhang Wanshan's left hand, resisting the shocking blow of the Huangquan Sword after devouring the blood.

The swords collided, Zhang Wanshan's body retreated a few steps to stabilize his body, and the sword body of the Red Thunder Sword was bent by the Huangquan Knife, but it was not broken, and after the Huangquan Knife fell short, Jinguang Dasheng slashed again.

Zhang Wanshan, whose tiger's mouth was broken, knew that he no longer had the strength to block the second attack of the Huangquan Knife, so he watched the bleeding tiger's mouth drip a drop of blood on the yellow fu.

Looking at the wall of qi that Huang Fu turned into in an instant after being dripped with blood, Zhang Wanshan laughed self-deprecatingly: "I really want to continue fighting, even though I know it's useless." ”

"The reason I left wasn't because I was afraid. ”

"Huangquan Dao, when I see you again in the future, perhaps, it will be when I become your master. Looking at the Huangquan knife in the night sky, Zhang Wanshan said softly, and after speaking, his gaze stayed on Su Qin's face - it was this gentle glance that had already made Su Qin feel a little chill in his body, as if he was in a snow cave, it was this gentle glance, Zhang Wanshan had taken a full view of Su Qin's face, and he wanted to remember this young man holding the Huangquan knife.

He's going to kill him one day.

Someone doesn't need a reason to do some things at all, like taking medicine when he is sick, otherwise the condition will be more serious or even death, Zhang Wanshan looked at the qi wall conjured by the spell in front of him, he knew that if he didn't leave, he might never leave here again, so he looked at the disciple in front of the Guangming Temple, and then shouted a word loudly: "Run." ”

Run.

Running out, Zhang Wanshan turned around and ran, his figure disappeared into the darkness in a few flashes, and disappeared on the bluestone official road of Guangqi City, as if he had never been here.

Just after Zhang Wanshan left, the four disciples who came with him came to their senses, turned around and ran, like Zhang Wanshan, they didn't look back, they left, but the other Taoist priests who came to the gate of the Guangming Temple did not have this blessing, and their hands holding swords trembled a little- The more people are in a panic, the more they will make wrong decisions, and when they come to the gate of the Guangming Temple, they could have chosen to withdraw from the temple at this time, but looking at the direction in which Zhang Wanshan left, looking at the weak Su Qin in front of him, and looking at the girl in a green shirt, although their hands holding the sword were a little trembling, they still chose to run forward.

It was a bad decision.

And wrong decisions always have to pay the price of blood and even lives, such as Zhang Wanshan, such as them.

The Huangquan knife is like having eyes, a knife slashes on the air wall, the air wall rebounds, the Huangquan knife flies, a few times in a row, I don't know what spell to write like an insurmountable chasm The blade of the Huangquan knife trembled slightly, until it failed again, and the Huangquan knife with spirituality finally found a new target, these targets are those Taoist priests in front of the Guangming Temple who have a similar taste to Zhang Wanshan.

More than a dozen Taoist priests became dead souls under the knife after the Huangquan knife flew around.

Some of them had just raised their swords in their hands and were about to assassinate Su Qin and Xi Ri Wenlan.

After those Taoist priests died, the bloody Huangquan Knife finally quieted down, and fell from the air to Su Qin's side, the golden light on the knife slowly disappeared, and when the black reappeared, the Huangquan Knife returned to its previous cold and black appearance, even Su Qin didn't see the bloodstains disappear there.

Su Qin reached out and grabbed the handle of the Huangquan knife, and his hand was cold.

Just now, Xi Ri Wenlan was afraid that those Taoist priests would hurt Su Qin, so she protected Su Qin's back, seeing that the Huangquan knife killed those Taoist priests, she was kind-hearted and didn't care about the life or death of these Taoist priests, seeing that there was no threat from these Taoist priests, when she pulled Su Qin up, her fingers hurriedly sealed several acupoints on Su Qin's chest.

Just when Xi Ri Wenlan was about to check Su Qin's injury, someone broke in single-handedly.

It's a prayer song.

Qi Luoge looked at the Qilin Army who had recovered their minds, and watched them slowly shrink the encirclement, so he rushed forward without hesitation.

Hearing the sound of horses' hooves, Su Qin raised his head until he saw Qi Luoge, the Huangquan knife in his hand was clenched, and Su Qin said to Xi Ri Wenlan, "Give me your hand, let's kill it." ”

When he said this, Su Qin kept staring at the direction where Qi Luo Ge came from.

Gazing, where is the gradually approaching good shadow?

Following this gaze, where will the beautiful woman be a young man?