As soon as Pan Long stood up, the middle-aged man surnamed Ma suddenly changed his face.

No one present knew except him, and the reason why he had to wait until the master of ceremonies asked for the last time before washing his hands was not to wait for the opportunity, but because he was afraid.

Or rather, the magic knife is afraid.

The magic knife has a spirit, and before coming to "be kind to others", he has always been eager to try, thirsting for killing and thirsting for blood. He had to use almost all of his willpower to control the magic knife so that it would not unsheath itself and kill all the creatures around it.

His secret method of sacrificing the blood demon knife is not complete, there is no shortage of methods for sacrificing the sword, but there is only half of the method of controlling the knife. It was precisely because of the incomplete method of controlling the knife that he chose to kill his blood relatives and use the blood and lives of those who were connected to his blood to refine the magic knife.

If the method of controlling the sword is complete, he will choose to kill hundreds or thousands of people and build a pool of blood to sacrifice the sword.

According to the method of sacrificial swords, the blood pool sacrificial knife is orthodox. The Blood Sacrifice Knife is just a last resort, and there is nothing to do except be easy to control - the real Blood Sacrifice Demon Knife can take the fire in the war between the two countries, once the magic knife is completed, even the real master can't help it. Where could he be so humiliated!

But even if it is only an incomplete magic knife, this magic knife is full of wild murderous aura, and the spirit is ready to move, and it always only wants to kill.

In order to prevent the leakage of secrets, he slept in the wilderness for the past few days, lest he encounter pedestrians, causing the magic knife to get out of control and expose it in advance.

On the way to the manor today, the magic knife almost got out of control several times, manipulating him to kill without asking about thirty-seven twenty-one.

But the strange thing is that when he arrived at the manor, the magic knife suddenly became honest. Not only did he no longer have the previous intention of trying to manipulate him to go crazy, but even his spirituality was reined in, like an ordinary knife, motionless in a scabbard made of human skin.

If it weren't for the fact that the spirit on the knife was still there, and he could still communicate with him, he even suspected that this famous Blood Sacrifice Demon Knife had become an ordinary pig-killing knife.

He hurriedly communicated with the magic knife, only to learn that the magic knife had been frightened by someone here.

This surprise was not trivial, and the whole person panicked - who could scare the magic knife? Or rather, was it still not a "person"?

Could it be that Liu Lao Pifu dog is lucky all over the sky, and at the golden basin hand-washing ceremony, there is a game of red dust and rice fairy?

Or is it that this old horseman saved 500 stray cats and dogs and 3,000 foxes sheltering from the rain when he was young, and now one of them, or several of them, has cultivated into demons to repay his kindness?

...... This old man is one hundred and two years old, why haven't he been better for a few years, and now he has come to repay the favor, will it be too late?

For a moment, his mind was in a mess, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

He panicked for a moment, but finally regained some basic sanity, and asked the magic knife, who was the one who scared it?

After a while, the magic knife told him that it was a young man in the main hall, near the corner.

The young man could not be seen from his position, and it was all imagination. So he thought about this person more and more, and later he even imagined what kind of three-headed and six-armed, swallowing gold and iron, walking day and night and walking in the yin, and even the incarnation of man-eating demons.

The more he thought about it, the more scared he became, and the more scared he became, the more he didn't dare to stand up. That's why I put it off until the end.

When he stood up, he was at first afraid of the monster that had changed into a young man. As a result, until the magic knife was invincible, seeing that Liu Lao Pifu's life was difficult to protect, the young man did not make a move.

This made him wonder - maybe the other party, like the magic knife, also came for the large number of people here and could kill on a large scale?

...... That's right, the key to his previous control of the magic knife was to tell the magic knife that there were many people at the Golden Basin Handwashing Ceremony, and they were all people who practiced martial arts, and their qi and blood were particularly sufficient, and they were particularly refreshing to kill. Only then did he convince the magic knife to prevent it from going crazy in advance and killing a river of blood.

Oh, by the way, this magic knife sucks blood, and no matter how many people you kill, it won't bleed, but only a pile of dried corpses......

But when everything gradually went well, and it was about to succeed, Pan Long stood up.

As soon as he stood up, the magic knife immediately frantically warned him. If it weren't for the murder before, which stimulated the ferocity, I am afraid that even the blood light on the knife body will be converged at this moment, and it will completely turn into the appearance of an ordinary knife.

The middle-aged man suddenly understood that what the magic knife was afraid of before was the young man in front of him who looked in his twenties, except for his slightly rough appearance, he couldn't see anything special.

He was wearing an ordinary light linen shirt, with his chest open, and he didn't even have a weapon on him. If it weren't for the neat clothes, especially a pair of cloth shoes under his feet, he would not even be much different from a farmer in the countryside.

But just such a person, standing there casually, made the magic knife so frightened that even its ferocity was restrained, as if it had encountered a natural enemy.

The magic knife is afraid, and the middle-aged man surnamed Ma is naturally even more afraid. But at this point, he has no way out, no matter how afraid he is, he can only hold on to it and die to the end.

"You're going to stop me?" he asked in a deep voice.

Pan Long nodded: "Old Man Liu made a feud with your family back then in order to deliver grain to our northern land. This is not only his business, but also our business in the Northland. I am a native of the Northland, and the affairs of the Northland are my business. I have to take care of this. ”

He didn't wait for the middle-aged man to speak, and continued: "I know that the hatred of killing my father is not shared, and there is no reason to talk about it. In order to take revenge, you even killed your own relatives, and you didn't have the intention of reasoning nonsense with others. So...... Let's go with the knife. ”

"You want to take over this beam?" the middle-aged man asked coldly.

Pan Long frowned and said, "You reminded me." You are so bad that people are afraid, and in order to take revenge, even your own relatives can kill all the sacrificial demon swords. Since I have made a feud against you, I will guard against you to take revenge on my relatives...... Well, it seems that I don't have a choice. Today, here, you and I must die. ”

He figured it out, and since he did it, he had to do it clean. Old man Liu didn't do it cleanly back then, and as a result, the robber's child came to take revenge after he was old and weak. He and Han Feng didn't do a clean job at the beginning, but if it wasn't for the fact that he had the Holy Spirit Pill to save his life, and he met Wen Chao, who had great powers, I am afraid that the bones of both of them would be able to play the drum.

The rivers and lakes are sinister, and leaving a way back for others may not be a good choice.

And this man is cruel and vicious, full of evil. On the merits of the matter, on good and evil, on loyalty and treachery, I have no reason to let this person go.

So, then he really only has one choice left.

He took a deep breath and took a half-step forward with his left foot, clenching his fist with his right hand.

As he took a stance, the Heaven and Earth Yuan Qi roared in, like a frenzied wave, frantically surging towards his right hand, condensing into a golden light around his fist, bright to the eye, thick to the point of substance.

From a distance, it seems as if his right hand is no longer a fist, but a sun.

"Punch me!"

Before the words fell, the fist wind roared, and the sound shook the four fields.