"Someone is dead?"

Xu Xian looked at the lake leisurely with the grass in his mouth, and after a long time, no figure still surfaced.

"No, none of the barbarian priests is a fuel-efficient lamp. ”

Ma Youliang is scraping resin on the poplar tree and carefully putting it into the close-fitting box, this thing has many effects, in addition to treating toothache, it can also clear heat and detoxify, and there is no trouble in this Gobi Desert, and he is not too worried about the priest's affairs.

"Uncle Ma, you said that the murderous knife of the Huer tribe really has a curse?"

Xu Xian inexplicably thought of the barbarian tribe's bull-faced human body, the winged totem pole and the crazy old priest of the Tuoba tribe.

"Your Highness is a person with great luck, and there is no need to worry about curses. ”

Ma Youliang grinned and didn't care.

"What's more, now that I have established a country, Your Highness, you are the crown prince of my country, and there is naturally luck in the dark. ”

"Perhaps. ”

Xu Xian was slightly stunned, a little surprised by the luck of this world, and there is a legend of sword slashing the dragon vein to break the luck of a country in ancient books, but he didn't think too deeply, because those are too far away, at least not for now, he should think about it deeply.

lake bottom,

The priest held the murderous knife in his arms, and the cold penetrated his body,

The limbs and hundreds of corpses flowed warmly under the destruction of the secret method,

The whole person's eyes have become scarlet,

only to resist the chill of this blade.

"Whoa......

With the help of the anti-shock force, the whole person jumped out of the water and fell to the aquatic plants on the shore, and the wet cloth was wet by the lake water and stuck to the thin body, and the sequelae came out after the secret method was used, and the priest's whole body curled up into a ball and trembled like a shrimp.

"This is the murder knife. ”

Xu Xian's gaze swept over the opening and asked.

"Hmmm......"

After a while, the man sat up straight with a sigh of relief, and snorted as he pointed to the blade of the knife wrapped in rags beside him.

Next to the water weeds under the poplar tree,

The long wet hair was bent in front of the forehead, the expression in the eyes was very gloomy, and the thin body was dripping from the lake, which was not much different from the water monkey in the legend of the river in the previous life.

Xu Xian took a few steps forward,

The moment the old man bowed his head, a fierce light flashed away,

The knife was very close to him, and it happened that the man was also very close to him.

Just when I was watching the fierce light in my eyes get stronger and stronger,

In the shadows under the poplar tree, Yan Shisan, who was as black as ink, walked out, the long sword in his hand was not unsheathed, but the old man suddenly felt his heart tremble, and sighed abruptly, and all his thoughts disappeared in an instant.

The old man slapped his cheek suddenly, and collapsed to the ground decadently, but seeing Xu Xian getting closer and closer to the murder knife, the look in his eyes lit up a little.

"It's cold!"

When approaching the legendary fierce soldier of the barbarians, Xu Xian subconsciously said softly.

The rag was lifted, and the cold blade was chilling in the moonlight, unlike the stunning sword that was as clear as water, the chill on this murderous knife directly invaded the bone marrow, and it could make people feel that it was a bad thing when looked at it from a distance.

When the moment he held the handle of the knife, the cold breath penetrated his body, Xu Xian subconsciously shivered, and countless hideous faces seemed to be imprinted on the body of the knife, full of resentment, and he wanted to tear apart the person holding the knife in front of him.

"Your Highness......"

Ma Youliang walked quickly to Xu Xian's side, looked at him in a nightmare, and stretched out his hand to wake up.

"It's a demon. ”

I don't know when Guihai walked to Xu Xian's side, blocked Ma Youliang's outstretched hand, and said, "Outsiders can't help." ”

"It's also an experience. ”

"Killing people naturally has cause and effect, and now is an opportunity to cut off these causes and effects, and the road to the future will be much easier. ”

Yan Shisan held the long sword in his arms, his lips slightly opened, and he silently guarded Xu Xian's side, he had experienced a lot of this kind of scene, and the life-killing thirteen swords could be seen from the name, this was a sword move to kill.

Yan Shisan has also experienced many demons,

Because Yan Thirteen is a pure person,

One could even say paranoia,

And it is often the paranoid person who is most likely to fall into a dead end and end up going mad, and it is his purity that makes him get out of his heart again and again and become stronger.

In a trance, I saw that every face was a person I had killed in the past, from the beginning of the capital to return 1,800 miles back several times besieged and killed, and then to the Liangzhou Territory Boundary Matamon Gate Valve blood-stained Academy, and now it is the place where the barbarians went north to wail everywhere.

When you think about it, since you came into this world,

It's either killing someone, or you're on your way to kill someone.

Many times I have been numb, for the sake of the position on the Taihe Palace, to hypnotize myself, not to think about those things, until now, that is, two days ago when the Tuoba tribe killed people, the hurdle of killing people has passed, but now this murderous knife has aroused all the negative emotions in Xu Xian's heart.

It is surging like a flood beast, making it difficult for people to breathe.

Xu Xian looked at the ghost-like face that kept appearing on the knife body, and there were fine beads of sweat leaching out of his palms, as if the dead soul under the nine shadows was whispering in his ear, the tone was high and low, and finally turned into a roar of exhaustion, and in the roar was mixed with many sighs of resentment, and the figure was constantly twisted, converging, and distorting......

inexplicably remembered a movie clip I watched in my last life,

The ghost cloaked and crawled out of the doorway, his limbs pressed against the wall, the scenery flickered, and the eerie aura permeated the room, and the veteran in green military uniform held the big knife in his hand with both hands.

Yiran is not afraid to drink heavily, who is coming!

Then the big knife in his hand swung out suddenly,

With an indomitable momentum.

Xu Xian didn't know if there were ghosts and gods in this world, but he did know that even if there were, the veterans who had killed people on the battlefield were not afraid of this thing with a killing aura.

Although it is not more than a month's time,

But there are many people who kill themselves,

so many that I can't count them,

It is also this moment,

Xu Xian can realize what it is like to have thousands of souls hanging on his father's knife.

There was a faint moonlight on the blade, and a leaf fell from the poplar tree, and the moment it touched the blade, it quietly broke into two, swaying and swaying to the ground.

But since you're all dead?

Why are you still pestering me?

I killed you once before I was alive,

Are you afraid that you will not succeed when you die?

Xu Xian's eyes were clear and transparent, but his soft words made the surrounding souls like lightning strikes.

"Boom ......"

Gripping the long knife in his hand, he stepped forward and slashed forward,

The speed of swinging the knife is very fast,

It was not weakened by the thousands of dead souls hanging from the knife.

When this knife is swung out of the climate, the ghosts and gods are also secluded!

The surrounding souls struggled, their claws pierced into the ground, and finally disappeared under this knife, and at the same time, Xu Xian also came to his senses and breathed a long sigh of relief.

The poplar tree in front of him was easily split in two, and the fracture was as smooth as a mirror, and it happened that the fallen poplar tree fell neatly down the incision to the side, and in the shadow was the priest sitting cross-legged.

"Ho Ho ......"

The old priest ignored the trunk of the tree that was getting closer and closer overhead, and pointed his withered finger at the figure in the field, unable to speak, and finally the trunk fell and the earth rolled up, scraping the ground open, and red blood oozed out.

"I got this knife on March 20, the 38th year of Qing'an, and it is called the spring equinox. ”

Fingers together caressed the cold blade and whispered,

On the shore of the blue lake,

The young man wore a sword at his waist and looked at the Golden Horde in the north.