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Suddenly, he paused and lowered his head.

A hand that had been corroded by strong acid and ignited flames gripped his ankle tightly, and his long distorted face could no longer be seen clearly, and he couldn't even open his eyes, but that person, the young shopkeeper, still stubbornly held the dagger and stabbed him in the ankle.

Before the dagger arrived, the sword light had already lit up again, and a big head rolled out of the skull, and the fire ignited, engulfing the head in an instant.

Fei Mako shook his head slightly, and the hem of his trousers was still stained with blood, which disgusted him more than the strong acid.

Walking out of the fire, Himako looked back, and he remembered that there was another person, but that person had not come out of the fire until now.

"Save ...... Help me...... Please...... Help me ......" A cry for help sounded, and a man who was on fire slowly crawled out of the fire, his whole body was already dark, and he desperately stretched out his hand to Fei Mako, begging for help.

Fei Mako strode over, looked at the fire man on the ground condescendingly, and asked in a cold voice, "Say, who asked you to kill me?"

Judging from the ambush, the cook hiding in the kitchen should be the host, and Fei Mazi asked herself if she had seen that person.

"Yes......" The man struggled in pain, muttering words that he couldn't hear clearly, even with the power of Imako's ears.

"Who is it?" asked Himako in a deep voice.

"It's me!" the steel knife that the man had been holding tightly under the man slashed out from the bottom up, drawing a snowy arc.

Fei Mazi had already taken precautions, and the flying sword flew directly into the steel knife, and then shot directly at the face of the person on the ground.

At this moment, the man suddenly turned, the flying sword passed through his shoulder, and on the other side of his body, the short knife that had been pressed under him appeared.

With a "click", the circlip of the short knife was opened, and he wanted to pull the knife out, but his shoulder suddenly felt a sharp pain.

Unexpectedly...... Don't have the slightest strength left?

At that moment, Luo Qianshan's heart was full of despair.

The serial killing machine that was heavily arranged with great effort did not even hurt a single hair of the other party.

The four henchmen and soldiers he brought with him, each of them already had the will to die.

But their deaths are meaningless.

And at the last moment, I didn't want to fight for dignity, I didn't want to fight for pride, and I didn't want to get everything for the last opportunity, but I ...... Did you miss it yourself?

He moved desperately, trying to pull out the waist knife Muramasa, at this moment, this knife was already his only hope.

Zi Baifeng, don't lie to me, otherwise I won't spare you if I do a ghost!

His heart roared.

"Move, move, you damn arm, move!"

Makiko lowered his head to look at the struggling man, and although the man was covered in black ash and there was still fire burning on his body, at that moment, he recognized this person.

Some people can be recognized by just looking at their eyes.

It's the military general of Mengcheng Mansion, the military general who was once nailed to death by himself.

And at this moment, he was so pitiful, wriggling on the ground like a worm, but he was nailed to the ground by a flying sword, and he couldn't move at all.

Blood gushed out of his shoulders as if it didn't cost money, soaking half of his body, and even the flames were extinguished. But what could he do? Even if he pulled out the knife?

He watched the man struggle, wriggling, struggling like a wagging tail and begging for mercy.

Is this really the end of it?

Zi Baifeng, don't let me catch you under Jiuquan!

Luo Qianshan closed his eyes, finally, did he still fail?

At this moment, he felt the steel knife in his hand move, and a trace of it was pulled out.

Just a hint of it.

However, no matter how much is pulled out, the waist knife village that can only be pulled out once is being pulled out.

At that moment, Fei Mako felt that the sound of reading sounded in her ears.

A clear voice was chanted aloud in his ears, in the surroundings, between heaven and earth, in his heart.

I have never heard of poetry, but every line has its charm.

"Bloody murder is shed, and the artifact will never be lost. ”

"Kill people on the water, go and return to the fishery. ”

"Killing people is like cutting grass, and the drama travels together. ”

"Sure enough, Tian Chengzi, once he kills Qi Jun. ”

"Laugh at a glass of wine and kill people in the city. ”

"Kill one person in ten steps, and don't stay for a thousand miles. “

"In September, the Xiongnu killed the border generals, and the Han army was completely lost. ”

"The murderous spirit made a cloud at three o'clock, and the cold sound spread all night. ”

"The murderous spirit rushes to the door, and the wind blows the moon night and night. ”

"The battalion shot General Huyan, and led the remnants of the army to return with thousands of horses. ”

But these verses, at the end of the day, have only one word, and they are constantly being recited repeatedly.

"Kill!"

"Kill!"

"Kill Kill!"

When she was assassinated just now, Himako felt that she felt malice from the whole world.

And now, he has discovered what real malice is.

The malice did not come from anywhere else, but from the bottom of his heart, as if he was the one who should be killed, the heinous sinner who was not tolerated by heaven and earth!

He deserves to die!

He deserves to be broken into pieces!

He deserves to die and has no place to be buried!

He lives and the heavens and the earth cannot tolerate it! If he does not die, who will die!

"Get out of here!" Fei Mako shook her head suddenly, her tongue blooming with thunder, and she roared angrily.

The killing word in his head was gone, but another voice murmured.

"There is life and there is death, and it is not fate to die sooner.

Yesterday and evening were the same people, and today they are in the ghost record.

Where is the soul dissipated?

Jiao'er asked for her father to cry, and her good friend touched me and cried.

Gains and losses are no longer known, right and wrong?

Long live the millennium, who knows the glory and disgrace. ”

The voice was low, coming from the side of the person lying on his stomach under him, it was Luo Qianshan who was reading, and it was the waist knife who was reading.

After reading it, Luo Qianshan raised his head, his eyes widened, and he shouted angrily: "Die!"

A snowy light flew out of Luo Qianshan's arms and shot straight at the door of the non-mako.

Muramasa, waist knife Muramasa.

Muramasa who can only be unsheathed once.

A knife is out, and the king of Hades asks for his life!

Die!

At that moment, Zi Baifeng, who was lecturing in front of Qingshi, suddenly trembled and looked back.

At that moment, Fu Jun suddenly raised his head.

At that moment, the gentleman's brow furrowed.

At that moment, the old Taoist who was arranging on Bird and Mouse Mountain loosened, and a jade stone fell into the dust.

At that moment—

Between heaven and earth, a thunderclap sounded.

It's a big death.

Die!

However, the non-mako did not die.

It was too late for the flying sword to come back, but Fei Mako was not killed.

At the moment when the waist knife village was flying to the front door, the iron mouth steel teeth of the non-mako bit the tip of the knife in one bite!

He is a genius who is rare to see in a thousand years, a person who the Master and his brother have high hopes for to revitalize the Bird and Mouse View, and a cultivator who has been in the temple for 30 years, and he cannot and will not die like this!

If his heart is like a stone, if his heart does not die, people will not die!

There was a sweet smell in his mouth, and a thought flashed through Fei Mazi's mind: "Poison!"

Ordinary poisons, such as arsenic, are not afraid of non-mesenal at all.

But this is not an ordinary poison, but the most poisonous bamboo leaf green in the mountain, which is tempered by the demon cultivation technique, and spits out the poison.

The poison and the worm looked at each other's vibranium rings, and they were spitting out their gluttony.

Dip a brush into the poison of the green snake and write it on the blade over and over again, a thousand, ten thousand times, until the knife is almost unbearable.

This is a waist knife, but it is also a demon knife!

Waist knife Muramasa, demon knife Muramasa!

It appeared to kill people, and it was condensed by Zi Baifeng's lifelong malice and belief.

Who said that Xiucai can't kill?

The ink pool flew out of the Beiming fish, and the pen killed all the mountain rabbits!

Biting the blade, Himako had done his best, but he couldn't be unscathed.

The blade shattered, and then there was a pain in his mouth, a numbness, and then the paralysis spread instantly.

He knew that he had been poisoned, and the poison was so fierce that it was beyond imagination.

He immediately reached into his arms, took out the elixir prepared by his senior brother, uncorked the bottle, and swallowed it all in one gulp.

One pill can cure a hundred poisons, the senior brother once told him not to use it until the critical moment, after swallowing the whole bottle, it can only suppress the poison for a moment, but this moment of time is enough for him to kill the person in front of him.

With a stretch of his hand, the flying sword was pulled out of Luo Qianshan's shoulder, and then pointed forward, and the flying sword flew out.

You let me die, and I will let you die!

I don't die, you die!

Luo Qianshan wanted to dodge, but he couldn't move.

He lost too much blood, he had completely lost his strength, no matter how strong his will was, he couldn't fight against the weakness of his body, and it was already a miracle that he was still awake at this time.

If you are dead, you are dead...... It's a pity that I can't watch the non-mako die.

But he could see the face of the non-mako.

His face was blue and purple, and he had begun to puffy, and his hand was stretched out, but it was shaking.

He's no longer good at it.

It's a pity I can't see it.

Luo Qianshan greeted the flying sword calmly, just like an old official, a little soldier, like other brothers.

Thank you, Bai Feng.

I've died a well-deserved death.

However, he did not die.

Just as the flying sword was approaching, he heard a cracking sound.

The cracking sound sounded from his arms, and the fire paint on the envelope that Zi Baifeng finally gave him cracked.

The flat unfurled envelope, as if it had hidden the entire world realm in it, suddenly exploded as it broke the fire paint, and a ray of light shot out from it.

The light coiled in front of the fallen thousand mountains and turned into a dragon in the sky.

Yes, dragons.

Big and small, black and white, yellow, green, red and purple.

Dragons of all kinds, big and small.

Not a real dragon, but a dragon character.

The dragon character is written in various pigments, various pen and ink, and various fonts.

In an instant, the flying sword had already shot into these dragon characters.

Suddenly, as if something had been activated, those dragon characters instantly came to life, moving horizontally and vertically, as if they were stretching their muscles and bones. Then he lunged forward, snaking towards the flying sword.

At this moment, who dares to say that it is a word, that is the dragon!

Big and small, black and white, yellow and green, red and purple!

Dragon!