It is true that it is a sword, but ask how many people in the world will be shocked by this sword! His sword is inconspicuous and incomplete, and many people will even laugh at how much it is considered a sword. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

However, this is a magical sword, swift and ferocious!

A thin streak of blood appeared in her throat, which slowly lengthened and widened, gradually enlarging to the entire white neck, dripping a drop of blood. When the blood dripped to the ground, her head fell off.

Wusu was stunned, she couldn't believe that Hayabusa Buyan was actually a murderer!

Hayabusa shook his head at her without saying a word.

People, he didn't kill them.

The sword has been retracted into its sheath, but the piano has become two!

That sword slashed the willow wood.

The woman's body fell, and a pitch-black figure appeared behind her. His blade was red with blood. He was filled with an ominous aura, and even the moonlight shining on his face became a terrifying curse.

His face was whiter than Falma's.

Even though it is white, it has impressive eyes. That's the kind of look that has killed a lot of people.

Hundred?

Thousand?

I'm afraid that killing 10,000 people doesn't have such fierce eyes. Ice and snow carved his past, leaving behind the polar night that will never fade.

No one knows what he's been through.

Even the souls of the dead who died under the knife, before they even had a chance to open their mouths, they were already in a different place.

Two pitch-black knives were tied diagonally around his waist, one in his hand and the other unsheathed.

The blade was thin and narrow, dripping with demon-red blood.

By the time the blood fell on the maple leaf, the knife had already slashed towards Falcon!

There is only one word in Falbusa's mind:

Fast!

Faster than a sword, faster than a fly! Maybe there is only one person in the world who can make a move against him! And this person is not himself!

Falcon's silent blood spurts out of his neck!

He fell like a reed broken by a strong wind.

The black-robed assassin said, "Very good, hide an inch." ”

Even though Hayabusa dodged an inch, he couldn't get his life back, and the speed and power of this knife were beyond his imagination!

Falcon shouted without a word, "Go!" The word seemed to have exhausted the strength of his life.

It's a pity that Wusu doesn't plan to leave. A few more silver needles suddenly appeared on her fingertips, and she slashed at the black-clothed assassin!

The black-clothed assassin only slashed one, and this knife could not even be resisted by the gods and Buddhas. Because this is a knife from hell, a knife that kills.

Even if Hayabusa doesn't say anything and stands up at the last moment, it can't change the fate of this knife.

Blood splattered.

No body head separation!

Falcon's silent head rolled to the side, and there was a lot more in his eyes.

On a bright moonlit night, Feng Xiaoxiao.

He only put the knife back into its sheath, and he never wiped the knife when he killed, this is the demon knife that stains blood red! The crow cries for a long time, and the earth feels cold. Because the crow is unlucky, it appears, often accompanied by death.

The black-clad assassin was called the Crow. Once he appears, there is indeed death.

I still remember the rainy night when he was hungry and cold, and he almost starved to death on the street corner. At this time, a pair of hands stretched out to him, what a flawless pair of hands, with slender fingers and skin like congealed fat, even the jasper lady who did not leave the house did not dare to compare with this pair of exquisite and delicate hands.

At that time, the dead crow was faint from hunger, and the sky was spinning, and the only thing he could see clearly was the beautiful hands, and the hot buns in the palms.

This man's voice is so beautiful that even the slightest whisper would make any woman swoon.

He said: "The street is a bun shop, you would rather starve to death than rob it?"

The figure is very tall, the body is long, and he comes and goes in the rain without an umbrella, which looks very strange.

The Raven looked at him, hoping to see his face through the rain curtain. But I still can't see clearly, I just think this person is laughing. He loves to laugh, whether it is on the verge of life and death, or the wind and rain in Xiaolou, he always has that reassuring smile. So much so that when he wasn't smiling, others still showed his smile.

This person said: "It's better for you to do things for me in the future, but things are not easy, maybe you will return to the west tomorrow." ”

The dead crow squeezed a line of words out of his lips.

"Do you want to kill someone?"

The figure smiled slightly. "Shouldn't you kill people? Some people only use one chopstick when they are full of food, and some people lose their children in order to make a living. In this world, there are three, six, nine, and so on, and those who are capable are respected. Do you want to be a person with a full stomach, or someone who eats only one meal in three days?"

The Raven was silent for a long time, and the rain seemed to overwhelm everything he had ever seen.

The figure is cruel, but it is also very clear.

The dead crow said, "Give me food, and I'll go with you." ”

The figure gave him the bun and watched him gobble it up.

The Raven saw the face clearly, probably the most beautiful face he had ever seen. The gestures of the figure may be able to deceive any girl's good night.

"Who are you?"

"I can't tell. ”

"How can you not say?"

It's not that you can't say it, but three words: "say, no, got". I told you your name, should you tell me too?"

The Raven twisted his head, he had no name.

It seems to be a fairy, but he saw the clue at a glance, and said: "It's not okay if you don't have a name, you can't mix under me, you can't send someone or that." So he dropped from his waist a pitch-black knife, four feet two long, taller than a raven at that time.

"Go and kill the owner of the bun shop. ”

With a cold word, the dead crow took the knife and directly cut off the head of the shopkeeper, and he couldn't say anything when he came to see it.

"You may think I'm crazy, but did you know that the owner of the shop kidnapped thirty-three children like you with steamed buns, broke them hand and foot, and sent them out on the street to beg for him?" Violence doesn't solve the problem, but it solves it. ”

The Raven didn't speak, he just sat in a daze with that head, not interested in any of these things at all.

On the old tree, crows chirp.

I couldn't say that I couldn't stare at this kid who didn't say a word, and said, "Let's call it 'Dead Crow'." ”

Within a few years, he became the number one "assassin" under his seat, he had to practice tens of thousands of times a day just by drawing a knife, and his person was like a knife, licking blood to live!

Gradually, a knife could no longer keep up with his speed.

It is not said that in order to reward him, he decided to give him another treasure sword, whether it is hidden by a famous master or reforged, it can satisfy him.

But the crow said, "It's exactly the same thing." ”

No one knew why he wanted the exact same knife, or if it was really the same.

To this day, everyone has died from his first knife. This knife was even soaked in blood and turned bright red, and the second knife, after all, no one had ever seen it.

The dead crow is gone, because how can anyone in this world cut off his head and not die?

Falcon's silent fingers moved slightly, his flesh and skin, his internal organs trembled with anger! He couldn't die, even if his body and bones would be spliced back, he could never shake off the vicious arm of his right shoulder!

It was a curse that had haunted him all his life, but now it had become his hope.