The wind, wrapped in a fishy smell, rushed to the face, so thick that it could not be dissolved.

The sticky stickiness that couldn't be dissolved finally turned into rain, dripping down. Drop by drop of red, it is blood.

It was a person who set off a rain of blood and agitated a bloody wind. The armor on his body and the robe behind him were soaked with blood.

Under the feet of people, trampling on corpses. Behind the man, corpses were strewn all over the field.

The blood that flowed from the corpse soaked the earth. The reflected blood light reflected the sky red.

Don't want to die, get out of the way!

No one will get out of the way.

Knowing that the enemy was invincible, and knowing that he was going to die with his body, the samurai who stopped in front of people still went forward and pounced.

The long knife danced, slicing through the oncoming spear. The sword light wrapped in the severed spear and slashed at the oncoming samurai.

Blood splattered, and the samurai screamed.

Accompanied by the screams of the samurai, there was clearly an even more poignant Xiao Xiao sound.

The samurai clutched the wound on his chest and stepped back.

The long knife of the man in front of him was stained with the blood of a samurai, sucking the crimson blood into the blade of the knife, like a bloodthirsty beast.

Tasting the blood, the long knife in the man's hand, the sound of Xiao Xiao became extremely loud. The wide blade vibrated and looked extremely.

The man with the sword raised his foot and kicked the samurai in front of him, trampling him under his feet.

The samurai, who was still breathing, struggled to push away the foot that was on him.

The man lowered his long sword, which did not touch the samurai on the ground. But another bright red light spilled from the wound on his chest, and was greedily sucked by the long knife.

The red and bright ones that are sucked into the long knives are not blood. It was the blood-stained spirit of the samurai.

The samurai struggled to get rid of the foot on his body. I want to keep my spirit from being sucked up, and keep my name from falling.

The long, low-hanging sword did not give the dying samurai any chance at all.

With a burst of Xiao Xiao's voice, he sucked the samurai in front of him dry and turned him into an abandoned corpse.

People stand in my way, kill people. God stands in my way, kills God. Don't want to die, get out of the way!

The man holding the knife said again.

But no one flinched.

Even if you have the courage of a horseman, you will fight until you are splashed with blood for five steps. Even after death, he could not keep his own spirit, and he was devoured.

And still no one will back down.

The samurai who stood in the way pounced with a roar.

The man with the knife waved the long knife in his hand, and slashed out a rain of blood.

The long knife made a burst of sparkling sounds, rolling and swaying in the blood light in the sky. It is impossible to see whether the person is making the knife or the knife is driving the person.

"Stop. ”

A voice rang out.

"How many more people are you going to kill?"

The man with the sword raised his foot and stepped on the slashed samurai, lowered his long sword, and replied coldly:

"How many, how many kill!"

"Don't you think you're wrong. ”

The voice said:

"Your hatred does not come from your hatred, but from the sword in your hand. The knife in your hand is bloodthirsty, turning you into a murderous madman. ”

The man with the knife picked up the long knife in his hand, and looked at the long knife stained with blood, desperately sucking the spirit of the samurai that was trampled underfoot. Showing a greedy look.

"So what. ”

The man with the knife said:

"A murderous knife should be bloodthirsty. With a bloodthirsty long knife in my hand, I should also be thirsty for killing!"

A figure suddenly appeared in front of the man with the knife. The black figure obscured the blood light that reflected the sky, and also made the long knife in the hand of the person holding the knife dull, and he could no longer make Xiao Xiao's voice.

"I'm in front of you, come and kill me. ”

The dark figure said.

The person with the knife looked at the figure in front of him, he couldn't see his face, he couldn't see his expression clearly, all he could see was the dark, the shadow of a person.

"Can I kill you?"

The man with the knife asked.

"If I can't kill you, can you kill me?"

"Death, it's too easy for you. ”

The dark figure said:

"You have harmed your lives for your own desires. As many people as you kill, you have to save as many people. This is the only way to get you out of the sea of suffering. ”

The dark figure spoke, lunging at the man with the knife.

The outstretched arms flapped into a pair of wings, turning into a gust of wind that swept through. He rolled up the man with the knife and threw it into the endless darkness.

The person with the knife fell uncontrollably downward, instinctively swinging the long knife in his hand and slashing.

The wielded long knife snapped in two.

In the darkness, there was a crow cry, and it gradually faded away.

The man who dropped the knife fell to the ground, and the long knife that was broken in his hand lingered with a red stream of blood, making a weak, Xiao Xiao sound.

The broken knife in the stone box is the knife used by the birth mother back then.

Niu Hao held the truncated knife and saw the origin of the knife. The dormant killing aura also surrounded Niu Hao in an instant.

Knife bloodthirsty.

Once it dances, it will make a sound of Xiao Xiao, and it will suck up the souls of those new ghosts under the knife.

Such a knife is not evil, but full of evil.

Such a knife, can Niu Hao control it?

Niu Hao held the half-truncated knife, and the broken knife vibrated violently in Niu Hao's hand, as if he wanted to break through Niu Hao's grasp, as if he wanted to slash Niu Hao under the knife, wanting to suck Niu Hao's blood dry and swallow all Niu Hao's three souls and seven spirits!

Niu Hao held the half-truncated knife, and watched the resentful ghosts who died under the knife come out one by one, staring at Niu Hao and glaring angrily.

This knife is evil and extraordinarily bloodthirsty.

If you want to use this knife, you have to be more evil than it, and treat human life like a mustard.

The broken knife stirred up a murderous aura, enveloping Niu Hao, infiltrating Niu Hao, invading Niu Hao's heart, and stirring up. Inspire Niu Hao, grasp the broken long knife, and go to kill.

Only in this way can this knife be convinced, can this knife be subservient, and can this knife be willing to become one with its new owner, Rendao, and dominate Unai.

You really have to go out and kill, let this knife see its own cruelty, so that it can obey its orders!

Niu Hao clenched the half-truncated knife in his hand, wanting to stop the violently vibrating arm, let the killing aura that haunted him dissipate, and calm down the impulse to try in his heart.

The half-truncated knife, as if feeling what Niu Hao was thinking, let out a low roar, and it vibrated more and more strongly.

With the vibration, a crimson streamer flowed out from the place where the long knife broke, like a long knife flowing out of gurgling blood.

Prove it!

The broken knife in his hand shook violently, and a sound stirred in Niu Hao's heart. Full of expectations, full of eagerness, full of impatience.

Prove to me, you are bloody, you are stronger, let me see your ruthlessness and cruelty, let me know that you can afford this bloodthirsty sword, can fight with you on the field, and dominate Unai!

Proof to you?

Niu Hao raised the broken knife in his hand, unable to restrain the impulse in his heart, wanting to go out and do something.