In the pungent and fragrant smell of blood, the waiter was like falling into an ice vault, his face was pale and bloodless.

The smile of the young man on the other side was like a grin of death.

He subconsciously took a step back.

Instinctively, he grasped the horizontal knife in his hand.

"You...... You executioner, butcher, demon......

He denounced loudly.

I don't know if it's anger or fear, but my face is red like blood.

Li Xiaofei smiled hehehe.

And no explanation was given.

Because there is no point.

But he didn't leave either.

Instead, he walked over slowly and sat down in the consul general's luxurious chair.

Lean back comfortably.

Then put his feet on the desk that symbolized the highest position of the Consulate General Jie Peng, humming a small song of Daxia that a waiter could not understand, and shook it gracefully.

The waiter stood where he was, not daring to come forward.

He could clearly feel that the other party was ignoring him.

It's like a giant dragon above the nine heavens, too lazy to take care of a dirt dog barking in the dust.

He cursed loudly.

Accuse.

Shout at the top of one's lungs.

Accusing the young man in front of him of inhumane slaughter, leaving no room for extermination, thousands of human lives, died in a fleeting moment in his hands, and he was still so leisurely and complacent.

But Li Xiaofei never paid attention to it.

Didn't kill him either.

"Look at the iron hooves, stepping on thousands of miles of rivers and mountains, I stand on the cusp of the wind and hold the sun and the moon spinning, may the fireworks in the world be peaceful and happy......

He hummed softly and sang.

Also waiting.

Ten minutes later.

An alarm sounded outside the building.

It was the military police of the Wanmao Zone, who rushed to hear the news after receiving the alarm.

The shrill sirens pierced the quiet neighborhood, causing many foreigners who were accustomed to the quiet leisure of the area to frown slightly, their expressions showing displeasure.

Zheng Ji, the commander of the armament battalion, came to the door of the Jiepeng Consulate with several henchmen.

Seeing the four guards who had fallen in a pool of blood, Zheng Ji couldn't help but take a breath of cold air.

Who is it that is so bold as to dare to go to the consulate of the Jiepeng people to make trouble?

Moreover, the person has been dead for so long, why don't you see the Jie Peng people inside come out to collect the corpse?

Zheng Ji, who realized something, couldn't help but take a look at the super large compound, and the bad feeling in his heart rose rapidly.

So quiet inside.

It's quiet and it's something abnormal.

It's a little weird.

"My lord, what should I do?"

The little snake under his henchman came over and asked in a low voice.

Zheng Ji hesitated for a moment and said, "You pick a few sensible and tight-mouthed henchmen and brothers, and follow me inside to have a look, I'm afraid something big will happen."

"Okay."

The little snake immediately went to do it.

Soon, twenty heavily armed warriors were out of the ranks.

Zheng Ji nodded, put on a protective helmet and light armor, and led people towards the gate of the Jie Peng Consulate.

Just arrived at the gate......

Shout!

A crimson sword light slashed down from above.

It was as if the gods were furious and threw a cluster of light.

This glow fell to the ground and turned into a strange long knife as red as a burning sunset, inserted into the parallel line of the doorway, and the blade buzzed and vibrated endlessly.

The sword is full of energy.

A crack visible to the naked eye spread in the doorway.

Bottomless.

A knife divides yin and yang.

A line between life and death.

"Whoever crosses this line will die."

The majestic and fierce voice came from the consulate building at the door, and it clearly returned to everyone's ears.

It's like a hammer

, smashed the hearts of Zheng Ji and others.

It makes their hearts beat wildly, and they are horrified.

"My lord, it's the Cabernet Knife."

The little snake suddenly exclaimed, pointed to the crimson sword stuck in the ground, and said, "It's the saber of Chiyo Tsukio of the Jiepeng people, but it is said that yesterday, this knife changed owners......

Everything that happened in the Regent Hotel has long been detected by various forces.

All kinds of rumors are shocking.

The slaughter of Yagyu Juichiro, Chiyo Tsukio, and hundreds of Samurai and soldiers is simply as ridiculous as myths and legends.

But all the versions of the truth that have been repeatedly investigated by various forces have all stated that this matter is true.

Zheng Ji, as one of the senior officers of the garrison army in the Wanmao District, naturally heard about it.

I thought that the Jie Peng people would take revenge frantically and capture the murderer.

Unexpectedly, there was not much movement from the Jie Peng people later.

Why is it that now, it is the "murderer" who has been killed in the Jie Peng Consulate?

What kind of courage is this?

I'm going to stab the sky.

"Boss, what now?"

The little snake asked.

Zheng Ji thought for a while and said, "Order everyone to prepare in place, I thought about it just now, without a special order, we are not qualified to enter the Jie Peng Consulate."

The little snake was stunned.

"Yes."

He said loudly.

He also vaguely guessed what was going on inside.

In addition to being shocked, a trace of admiration could not help but rise in his heart, vaguely worrying about the "murderer".

In this era, the Great Xia warriors have a few pounds of bones, how can they not want their country to be good.

Especially since they, as soldiers, have to defend these damn invaders in the Wanmao Zone.

On weekdays, I have long been unaccustomed to the arrogance and domineering of Jie Peng people.

It's a pity that you can't get used to it?

Foreseeing the Jie Peng people, they still have to bow their heads respectfully.

In order to survive, in order to feed his family, he has to suffer from this bird spirit.

But in their hearts, how can they not admire those heroes who dare to resist?

The soldiers of the garrison temporarily sealed off the consulate.

Zheng Ji reported the strange situation here to his boss as soon as possible.

However, before the boss could give feedback, there was a new change.

A demon horse galloped in.

The silver-white fur like a horse, as if it exudes brilliance all the time, a demon horse with the blood of a high-level star beast, stable and comfortable when running, and the appearance makes people instantly think "how can a horse be so handsome" at a glance.

The value of this horse is far greater than that of those luxury hovercars.

But alas, it was not Prince Charming who rode on the horse.

Rather, it was a bald old man with a hunchback and rickets.

The face is full of orange-peel wrinkles, ugly and hideous.

This man is full of careless perfunctory creation and the madness and devastation that the years can't stand as the years go by.

Zheng Ji was nervous.

This old man has a prominent status.

It is a close servant beside Yuehua Tianshuang, the third strongest person in Haijing City.

It is also a strong man with unfathomable strength.

He waved his hand, causing the soldiers to quickly push aside.

The ugly old servant jumped down from his horse.

With a gloomy face, he came to the gate of the consulate, and a cold light suddenly flashed in his eyes.

The Chixia knife inserted in the ground made him suddenly understand something.

"Yaga."

He shouted angrily and rushed towards the consulate.

Zheng Ji still wanted to remind him, but his arm had just been raised, and he never had time to say the rest of his words.

Because in the next moment, a terrifying scene appeared.

The ugly old servant is extremely fast.

When he swept over the crack of sword qi on the ground like lightning and rushed into the consulate compound about ten meters, first the ugly head could not keep up with the speed and "stuck" in the void, and then the upper body......

The legs had been running for a full twenty meters before they gradually collapsed weakly.

The moment he crossed the knife line, his body was cut into countless pieces by the omnipresent invisible knife qi.

But he didn't notice it.

His body turned into sixty or seventy pieces.

On the road he rushed, he fell to the ground piece by piece.

Blood spurted out.

Grunt.

The old, ugly head rolled on the ground.

There is still a remnant of the previous violence and arrogance on his face.

Obviously, at the last moment, he didn't even know he was dead.

Zheng Ji, Little Snake and others were instantly creepy.

When I looked at the long red knife like a burning sunset, it was as terrifying as seeing death.

They subconsciously retreated.

Something big is wrong.

This is Yuehua Tianshuang's close attendant.

The old servant who has followed this Jie Peng Saint for the longest time, is known as his shadow.

Just died.

The Jie Peng Saint must be alarmed, right?

Zheng Ji thought so, and in the next moment-

Bang!

The earth shook.

A soaring Qi eye suddenly rose into the air from the other direction of Haijing City, like a divine sword, cutting through the sky and slashing the sky, as if it was about to smash the stars outside the atmosphere.

Saint's breath!

Jie Peng Saint Yuehua Tianshuang, sure enough, was shocked at the moment of the servant's death!

Big events are about to break out.