The moment he looked up,

The long street suddenly began to shake, the water on the bluestone was stirred up and there were small droplets of water rising, and the wooden houses facing the street shook lightly, and the rain did not dare to get close.

The palm of the hand, which looked rough because of the long-term holding of the knife, gently brushed the face of the girl in the white dress, and gently placed the body of the girl in the white dress next to the shop on the street, and the head rested on the stone steps, and the hair was scattered, with a faint fragrance of gardenias.

This is Miss Liu'er's favorite flower, there is a dry sachet in her arms, the gardenia calyx tube is ridged, the corolla is high saucer-shaped, white, double-petaled, and the dried petals are still faintly fragrant around the nose when they hold the tip of the nose.

"Liu'er, wait for me!"

There are thousands of ways to express love in the world, but he would rather choose the most painful one, and the sentence that I will marry you is still too late, and he still didn't say it in the end.

In my last life, I was Shangguan Begonia,

The woman who left him took away the begonia flower that finally bloomed in his heart.

In this life, it is Liu Liuer,

The girl who left him took with him the gardenia, a symbol of eternal love in his heart.

What is fate?

Fate is not seeing a thread, and when you think you hold it and cut it, your life changes, and you think you have conquered fate.

So is it possible for all these so-called changes?

Is it the next step of fate?

I don't rarely want to be the number one swordsman in the world, I just want to be a knife brother in your heart.

My idea is so simple,

Why can't it be done?

It's annoying to slash, it's annoying to this fucking fate!

Hands clenched,

Gardenias, petals falling off,

He glanced at the gloomy old man in the crowd, then glanced down at the long knife in his hand.

A very slight grinding sound came out,

Like a breeze blowing through a girl's skirt,

The next moment,

The long knife in his hand had already stabbed into Lu Mingzhong's chest, and the old man's expression was very frightened, and he didn't even see the man's movements clearly, and the two third-rank martial artists beside him also didn't react.

Guihai didn't draw his knife out of it, but stared at his eyes tightly, looking at the despair in the deepest part of the old eyes,

Twist your wrist hard,

The cold blade directly shattered Lu Mingzhong's heart into pieces, and Lu Mingzhong's body suddenly twitched, clutching his chest in pain, and fell to his knees.

But Lu Mingzhong's death did not alleviate the anger in his heart by half a point, his eyes were still calm, like a pool of stagnant water, which was extremely disappointed.

He is disappointed in the world to the extreme, and he hates it to the extreme, and all these emotions have become his nourishment, and the more he hates, the stronger he becomes.

Draw your sword and swing it again,

Lu Mingzhong's head fell to the ground and rolled down the bluestone slab into the drainage canal, leaving the headless corpse bleeding profusely.

"Kill!"

The two third-grade martial artists glanced at each other, a little afraid of the man covered in blood, obviously he had been hit by dozens of arrows, and his navy blue robe had been stained dark red with blood, but why was it still so strong?

But now there is no way back,

The two teamed up to quickly kill this swordsman whose heart was as dead as death.

Step forward, the weapon in your hand held high,

Guihai moved, and there was a condensed blood qi on the long knife, and his movement was very slow, because this was the first of the three knives in the nasal passage, the Infernal Killing Dao!

There is a saying in the "Nirvana Sutra": "The words of the Ah are nothing, and the words of the nose are the boundaries of no time, no space, and no immeasurable karmic retribution, so the Ah Nose Hell is also called the 'Infernal Hell'." ”

The moment the knife came out,

The people on the long street only thought,

Heaven and earth are full of murderous intent,

Cold, that's a chill that goes deep into the bone marrow,

You can even freeze your soul, as if there is a churn of resentment all around, a ghost roaring in your ears, and an unspeakable monster staring into your eyes to drag you to the Infernal Hell.

The moment the knife fell, the two third-rank martial artists had already stiffened their bodies, and they could use their weapons to block in front of them, not seeking to hurt the person in the slightest, just hoping that they would not die.

In the face of the ubiquitous killing intent, it seems that the physique of the Sanpin Martial Arts has lost its meaning, it is more like an artistic conception, the moment the knife fell, the two of them were killed and injured, the subtlety is that when one of them stepped out, he was slightly half a step behind, and did not face the cold blade of the knife, and at this moment he was kneeling on the corner of the street and spitting out blood.

"His grandmother's, what kind of monster is this!"

Looking at the figure holding the knife, the surviving Sanpin martial artist cursed and quickly disappeared into the crowd, no longer having the idea of fighting for half a point.

On the streets, there are thousands of gatekeeper private soldiers,

Returning to the sea without the slightest hesitation,

Another knife was swung out, a blood-colored knife fell into the crowd, hundreds of people were broken at the waist in an instant, and the colorful intestines flowed to the ground, and I heard that the predecessors had invented the waist slash, and half of the prisoner's body fell into the oiled paper, and the blood would not seep out again, and he could still live for several hours with the pain of the heart.

But right now, there are bluestone slabs of stagnant water, and some people are strong and do not die immediately, and the wails rise and fall on the long street, so that it is really like the scene of the infernal hell.

There are many people who can have this kind of power in one blow of the three products,

But there is absolutely no such effect.

What's more, the swordsman in the field didn't have the slightest intention of exhaustion!

Above the bell tower,

The Sanjie monk was stunned when he looked at the extremely murderous aura on Yongle Street, and from his own angle, the Hou Mansion stopped walking like a spider's web.

But the swordsman didn't mean to stop at all,

In just one stick of incense, there are more than 2,000 people stained the long street with blood.

"Good, good, the poor monk can't care so much!"

The Sanjie monk frowned, muttered softly, got up and glanced at the old man Qiu who listened to Yuxuan.

Old man Qiu looked at the three-ring monk who was standing upright, and subconsciously twitched in his heart, but found that his gaze did not stay on himself, so he breathed a sigh of relief, he didn't want to repeat the mistakes of the past, Qingxia fought the old monk with a move and let himself be bruised all over his body, this will be a real burp if he comes again.

Old man Qiu nodded abruptly, although he didn't understand what the old monk wanted, but he couldn't lose his bearing.

"Thanks, senior!"

The monk of the three precepts performed a Buddhist etiquette, stepped out, and fell into the city, if he let this person continue to kill, I am afraid that these ten thousand people are not enough for him to kill.

The monk of the three precepts keeps moving forward,

A few breaths of time,

Then I went to the streets of Yongle,

"Good, good, the donor has entered the devil's path. ”

The Sanjie monk smelled the smell of blood all over the street, and sighed as he looked at the hellish scene of Shura.

"There is a mountain in the east of Yan Futi, called Tiewei, its mountain is black, there is no sun and moonlight, there is a great hell, the number is extremely inseparable, and there is a hell with the name of a big nose, and there is a hell, if it is an equal generation, it should fall into the infernal hell, hundreds of billions of eons, so as to continue, seek an indefinite ......"

"The poor monk is willing to cross the benefactor and get out of that hell!"

The monk of the three precepts held the vajra and sat cross-legged in front of the body of the Guihai knife more than ten zhang, and there was a Buddha light emerging behind him.