"Is this here?" the man in black asked Meng Ao.

His tone was calm and steady, and the hand on the hilt of the knife did not tremble in the slightest, as calm as a piece of granite.

With such a person by his side, the old man should also be very calm. But at the moment, he seemed a little uneasy.

He looked at the street corner and said, "...... Be. But there's nothing to do, though...... We're still ......."

"Thou shalt not indulge in evil. The man in black said. As he spoke, he took the reins and led the horse and the men on the horse toward the door.

Meng Ao's legs were gone—at least by common sense. Almost all over his body was covered in bandages, and his pale hair peeked through the gaps in the bandages, like dead grass squeezed out of the cracks in the stones in winter.

"Then Qiao Jiaming may not be here......" The old man said in a hoarse voice again, "I think this matter can be ...... in the long run."

The man in black suddenly stopped and turned to Meng Ao: "The Seven Killing Knife is not cultivated like you. ”

"You used to cultivate seven killing swords, and you cultivated killing intentions. But this murderous heart is born of blood bravery, bone bravery, but not divine bravery. ”

"Seven kills are like a sharp edge, and they are unstoppable. You have been hiding in Qiao's house for decades, working as a dart master and a slave, and your edge has been dull, and you no longer have murderous intentions. ”

"You have repaired my Seven Killing Knife, and when you encounter a wicked person, you should be killed. If you don't cut it, your knife will be dull. ”

"It's like the official I met in prison when I took you out before. Those people aren't good people either. He tortured you before, and then he pretended to be kind to you. But if it was someone else, he would have died there in vain. ”

"It's not the first time they've done it. I can't see it, so I'll leave it at that. And when I saw it, I slew them. This is its sharpness, but the idea is clear. ”

The old man tried to interject several times, but to no avail. At this time, the man in black finally paused slightly, and Meng Ao hurriedly said, "But, Ying Daxia...... The people from the government may be chasing here......"

The man in black smiled: "Those who stand up for those wicked are also wicked." Dare to chase, kill them all. ”

The old man didn't know what to say anymore. I had to shut up.

It happened an hour ago.

An hour ago, the man with the black knife ...... Killed in the prison of the government office.

Originally, there was no one guarding Meng Ao in the prison. Yin Pingzhi made preparations with both hands, as soon as Li Yaosi died that day, he took care of Meng Yao's wounds, and continued his life with good food and drink.

He planned to raise General Meng Ao in two or three days and then release him. Otherwise, Li Yunxin's evil star would be angry when he saw the old man's miserable appearance - although Yin Zhutou was not really afraid to the point of obeying his words at the moment, he was really beating the drum in his heart.

So the prison guards were only three people - all of them were killed by this man.

When he reported his name again, the old man was dumbfounded.

Black knife, should be decisive.

This man...... In Mingjiang Road, where Weicheng is located, it is very famous.

Earlier, he had an argument with the six ghosts in the river, and chased them like lost dogs. Earlier, he had an argument with a catcher in Matsubara County, and killed the man one morning.

This person has no sect or sect, and he doesn't know where he is taught. When those who have seen him describe him, they only say that he is the same as a black coat, a black knife, and a black horse. This person's style of acting is unpredictable, and the Jianghu people's evaluation of him is "both good and evil". In fact, these things are easy to say. It is not uncommon for some martial artists to have some means and act arrogantly.

What is really rare is ......

I couldn't find out where he came from.

A person, no matter how mysterious he is, always has traces to follow. For example, when he walks through the rivers and lakes, he always makes money. Those high-rollers often drank wine in large bowls and ate large pieces of meat -- all of them were originally wealthy. Ordinary warriors always have to make money. Or become a bandit, or go to the home nursery, or go to the dart bureau to make a living.

But no one knows what he does for a living.

I have not heard of him or of his family, nor of any of whom he has plundered, nor of any man who has received him. Even after he killed the public and alarmed the government, the government came to investigate him......

Nothing was found.

This man appeared in the world as if out of thin air.

Now that he had come to Weicheng, after seeing the old man, he said with a slap on his face: "I heard that when you were young, you were called a murderer, and you used seven killing knives. But really?"

The old man replied yes.

Without saying a word, he carried the old man and walked out, saying, "Your Seven Killing Knife is actually part of my Seven Killing Decision." I heard that you had been wronged, and I came to your rescue. I have never seen a wicked person in my life. I have heard that you have been framed - and I will take you to the wicked man, and kill him, and take you away. ”

Then he put him on his horse, and galloped wildly in full view of everyone, and escaped the pursuit of other officials in the palace.

Came all the way to Qiao's house.

He led the horse and walked along the road.

Of course, I didn't see anyone.

After walking for a while and almost reaching the inner house, Meng Ao couldn't help but say: "Ying Daxia, inside is the inner house of the female dependents." At the moment, the young lady should still live in it. You're a man after all......"

Ying resolutely raised a hand slightly and said in a low voice: "Bloody gas." ”

An adult was smashed and sprayed in the yard, and the bloody smell was naturally thick. Such a strong smell made Meng Ao frown. He stared at him and shouted, "Isn't Miss ...... her?"

"Well done. Ying resolutely pulled the corners of his mouth, clenched the knife, and stepped into the hospital, "I'll show you, the real Seven Killing Knife!"

Half of the courtyard was covered in flesh and blood. A young man in white stood in the courtyard. A black cat, a mouse, a white-haired rabbit, and a red-crowned rooster saw the living man, and hurried into the corner.

The young man was alone in the courtyard, the corners of his mouth slightly curled, staring at the visitor with interest.

In fact, there is also a cat demon. However, when Liu Ling came, he had already hidden in the house. Although this three-flower lady is a little stupid, she is rarely confused in big things-she clearly knows what kind of existence she should shrink in the corner and tremble.

The young man spoke: "I said two ......"

But a whistle broke through the air and interrupted his words—six or seven paces away, he should have drawn his sword and slashed!

Draw the knife, rush forward, run three steps, and slash with force--accompanied by a heroic shout, this knife--

Hit the bluestone ground with a bang!

Li Yunxin took a step to the left.

"Hey, a little trick!"

This knife slashed the ground gravel and splashed, and the steel knife collided with the stone slab, making a "grab" sound. But when he slashed out a knife, he didn't lose his old strength, and then twisted his body to exert his strength, and with a swing horizontally, the knife went straight to Li Yunxin's waist and abdomen!

Li Yunxin stood on tiptoe and took a step back.

The knife was cut again, and Ying resolutely put away the knife and frowned.

"Who is Your Excellency?" he asked in a deep voice.

"Your Excellency is sick?" Li Yunxin's face turned cold, and he took two steps back, "Who are you?"