And listening to Zhu Ke's words, he can hear that he is naturally used to strengthen his courage.

And in a sense, there seems to be nothing wrong with what he said.

Fifteen years ago, it was indeed him, an unknown executioner, who took off the head of Yu Tiesheng, the first in Weishui.

But after hearing this, the middle-aged man in the Taoist robe couldn't help but slander.

- Just you?

If it weren't for the fact that the monster was afraid of refining Qi and entering the Dao, he didn't dare to do anything under the "conclusive evidence", and no one in the entire Weishui would be able to stop him!

You're just a little executioner, and you cut off the monster's head? It's amazing that you can stand in front of him and not tremble!

But despite this, the two of them are also on one side for the time being, and the middle-aged man in the Taoist robe is not easy to sneer.

Plus at this moment, it is the time to face a strong enemy, and there is no room for distraction!

I saw that at that moment, the middle-aged man in the Taoist robe and Zhu Ke hugged each other!

In the former's wide sleeved robe, a pair of gilded short swords popped out, held them in his hands, and waved them only to bring a clear sword roar, tearing the wind and snow!

I saw him kick the ground, jump up from the pool of blood, and rise into the air, two gilded short swords poked out, and the light flowed, turning into a sharp sword with a length of foot, straight to Yu Chen's chest!

And Zhu Ke behind him clenched the nine-ring black knife, boiling with internal strength up and down, pouring it into his arms, holding the knife with both hands, attacking head-on, from top to bottom, blatantly splitting down!

Up and down!

In the face of such an attack, Yu Chen did not dodge or dodge, the Yin and Evil Bone Sword in his hand, like a part of his body, extremely agile and free.

First, he swung forward, picked up, and collided with Zhu Ke's nine-ring black knife, and broke out with a crisp collision sound!

At that moment, Zhu Ke only felt a terrifying force attacking from the opponent's bone sword!

The whole person seemed to have been hit by the galloping horse-drawn carriage, and flew out irrepressibly!

After joining the Blackwater Gang and becoming the second leader, he asked a famous craftsman in the state capital to forge the nine-ring black knife several times, and countless fine cracks also burst out!

Wow!

A mouthful of blood, spitting out!

Arms trembling, severe pain!

The viscera was also concussed, and he was not lightly injured!

At that moment, Zhu Ke, who hit the wall, suddenly looked gloomy!

He naturally knew that the head-picking ghost was extremely powerful.

After all, the one who can kill the chief secretary of the Wangqi Division can't be a general!

But I really didn't expect him to be so strong!

- Just a face, with such a casual swing of the sword, you will completely crush yourself!

Monster!

What a monster!

I shouldn't have agreed to this bad idea!

What's waiting for the rabbit? What please enter the urn?

It's not a rabbit, it's a tiger! It's not a fat fish, it's an evil dragon!

At this moment, the heroic words of Zhu Ke before the war are no longer there, only regret remains!

On the other side, the middle-aged man in the Dao robe who rose into the air also attacked!

Unlike Zhu Ke's nine-ring broadsword, the gilded dagger in his hand shone brightly, and at a glance, he knew that it was not an ordinary thing.

The sword light that spewed like a high-pressure fire snake seemed to tear apart the air and the wind and snow!

Take Yu Chen's chest directly!

At this time, Yu Chen just shook Zhu Ke, who came first, and seemed to be at a fragile moment when the old force was gone and the new force was not born!

As long as this sword penetrates his chest, no matter what kind of head picker he is, he will definitely die!

Even, you don't need the deputy head to take action!

The middle-aged man in the Taoist robe who was called Master Li thought in his heart!

But the next moment, just as he was about to succeed!

He suddenly saw that the speed of the head-picking ghost had suddenly increased!

Afterimage!

In an instant, beyond the limits of what he could capture with the naked eye!

Master Li was shocked!

Is this really the reaction and speed that the Innate Realm can achieve?

The next moment, the Sen Sen Bone Sword stabbed, and a little cold bloomed!

Ping!

The blades of two gilded short swords, pierced together with the tips of the bone swords!

Airplanes!

A shrill buzz resounded in the lobby!

At that moment, the misty sword of the gilded short sword was instantly shattered by the hideous pale bone sword!

The terrifying power came down the gilded short sword body, acting on the arms of Master Li who was looking at the Qi Division!

I saw that the arms that had been tempered for thousands of years suddenly exploded!

Flesh and blood flying, muscles and bones exploding!

"Ah!!h

Master Li, who lives in the Wangqi Division on weekdays, has never felt such pain and screamed out in pain! That pair of gilded short swords fell in a pool of blood!

Master Li's body is also powerless to fall!

Before he landed, Yu Chen took out another sword, and the Sen Ran bone sword struck upward!

Swish!

The sword light flashed, and I saw a round head, flying up!

The headless corpse was sprayed bright red and fell weakly.

The great head gurgled in circles in the air, and the round eyes were filled with endless horror and disbelief!

Finally, under the rain of blood, there is a blood-stained head-picking demon!

——This scene is a scene where Zhu Ke looked up after he used his internal strength a little and stabilized the injuries in his body!

People are stupid!

He also thought that Master Li would hold on for a while, and then he would immediately make up for it and drag this head-picking ghost!

But who would have thought?

In the blink of an eye, Master Li, who looked at the Qi Division, was separated and lost his life!

What the is this?

Isn't this innate?

Why is it no different from those miscellaneous fish from the previous gang?!

But before he could react next, the bright red grimace figure had already stepped through the pool of blood and killed him!

Sensen bone sword, cold light flickering!

Zhu Ke's heart was full of chuckles, you didn't have time to think more, endure the numbness of your arms, and clenched the nine-ring black knife with both hands, blocking it in front of your chest!

Bang!

Sen Sen bone sword, slashed from top to bottom!

In the piercing sound of gold and iron colliding, the nine-ring black knife, which was already full of cracks, finally shattered in response, and steel fragments flew in all directions!

And that terrifying huge force is like a thousand jun pressing on the top, falling on Zhu Ke!

At that moment, the second leader of the Blackwater Gang only felt that the entire heavenly dome was falling down, pressing on his body!

Bang!

Get on your knees!

Below the knees, bones and muscles, all twisted and broken!

The blood mist explodes!

A mouthful of blood spurted out of Zhu Ke's mouth and fell in a pool of blood!

The grimace that seemed to be crying and laughing, staring at the dying Zhu Ke.

Jingle Bell –

At that moment, the crisp and melodious golden bell echoed in the lobby.

Zhu Ke, the second leader of the Blackwater Gang, was in a trance for a while.

He was weak and fell to his knees; The head-picking ghost raised the sword in the air.

- This scene is all too familiar to him.

Time seems to freeze.

Time changes.

Fifteen years of vicissitudes of life were reversed in an instant.

At that moment, time and space seemed to overlap.

The brightly lit hall from Defang suddenly turned into an execution ground for tens of thousands of onlookers.

Fifteen years ago, Yu Tiesheng and his wife knelt on the execution ground.

Fifteen years later, Zhu Ke knelt on the sea of corpses and blood.

Fifteen years ago, he spilled wine with a knife and looked down on the couple.

Fifteen years later, he fell to his knees and was killed.

Here and now, just as there was that moment.

That time, going around and around, it was as if I had returned to that starting point.

That Zhu Ke went from a little-known executioner to the starting point of the famous Heishui second master.

The only difference is that fifteen years ago he was the one who cut off someone's head.

Fifteen years later, he was the one who was beheaded.

Swish!

The pale bone sword fell in response!

(End of chapter)