A cold wind blew, a whistling strange sound sounded in the corridor, and several figures flashed in the dark night, and the department was holding a Yu Ge knife, this was the first time he took this kind of sharp Tang knife, heavy, with a murderous aura, it can split any armor and equipment, the knife is the best, and it has given the department a lot of confidence.

"A good horse with a good saddle, a good general with a treasure knife" This is the eternal truth, weapons for heroes and heroes is their second life, the knife is in the people, the knife is dead, the department of the day Gude firmly believes that with this Yuge knife, Ou Xuzi's life is difficult to protect.

Between the beams of the room, a bat was suddenly startled, and the fat figure was deformed by the moonlight, and it looked particularly strange in the dark.

When he came to the vicinity of the wing, he leaned lightly on the door and listened carefully, and the snoring inside was like thunder. The person was drunk and fell asleep, he pushed the door in, tried to light his steps, walked to the side of the bed with a steel knife in his hand, Ou Xuzi leaned back and fell asleep, unguarded.

At this time, a cloud floated from the sky, just covering the bright moon, Bu Ri Gude smiled fiercely, the moon is dark and killing, when the wind is high and the fire is set on fire, take your life. The blade of Yu Ge's knife buzzed, broke through the air, and slashed straight towards Ou Xuzi's neck, and at the same time, suddenly a sword qi rushed straight into the sky, like a dazzling silver light passing in front of the eyes of the head of the department. Yu Ge knife let out a mournful roar, the sword qi formed around it, the blade was dull, and Yu Ge sighed. The cold light of the Zhan Lu knife was pressing, and the killing machine first appeared, and in an instant, the Yuge knife had been broken by the roots and fell to the ground.

Bu Ri Gude was frightened, hurriedly retracted the pace, but unexpectedly, his soldiers pounced on him regardless of a qiē, raised his knife and slashed, Zhan Lu rose into the air, such as the dragon swimming in the sea of people, Fengxiang nine days, the silver knife light rose to the sky, the knife light floated, and the stratus cloud advanced, as if the dark clouds covering the grassland were stirred, and countless knives converged in front of the bed.

"Slash!" a voice sounded, and the stone shattered.

The body of a soldier who threw himself at the front split from his waist, no blood splattered, and the corpse fell to the ground without a sound. The people behind stood down with steel knives in their hands, not daring to move, looking at the dead body in front of them with terrifying eyes, and a trace of miserable laughter appeared on the pale face of the deceased.

The cold air hit, and the centurion Rigude's whole body was cold, and his legs trembled.

Now he knows that he is not unjustly lost, and if he wants to challenge Zhan Lu, he is not worthy of it at all.

Ou Xuzi sneered and said: "Go back and tell your master, it's okay to ask for a Zhan Lu knife, but don't use this kind of indiscriminate means, it's getting late, we have to rest." ”

After saying that, he rolled over and fell asleep.

Bu Ri Gude's soul was devastated and he and his subordinates picked up the dead bodies and ran away, not even daring to turn back.

The back garden of the Tusi Mansion has been completed, the living room like the palace is carved with beams and paintings, the laurel shadow is mottled, the luxury is extreme, the most prominent position in the living room is a treasure chair, carved with a cloud dragon pattern, obviously the seat of the Tusi himself, surrounded by two rows of mahogany Taishi chairs, the three-legged plum green incense burner with a conspicuous mouth, exquisite and elegant, the items that were originally the inner courtyard of the Emperor of the Great Song Dynasty appeared in the Tusi Mansion and became the trophy of the Bala Tusi.

The incense burner is filled with spices and aromas, the floor is covered with a precious "white and blue" carpet, and each guest has a mahogany table full of refined delicacies.

Bala Toast sat on the treasure chair, next to Ou Xuzi, the China butler and the centurion Rigude, the latter did not dare to look at Ou Xuzi, and sat there without saying a word, but the China butler was extremely tactful, and diligently poured wine for Ou Xuzi, and his attitude was diametrically opposite to yesterday.

Bala Toast smiled a little reluctantly.

The foolproof plot of the Ministry of Rigude ended in failure, and a soldier died, and the corpse was brought back, and even his scalp was numb with fright. He had not been dead for a long time, and the two bodies had been dehydrated and formed dry corpses, the corpses were white and cold, but there was no blood in sight. Bala Toast really couldn't think of the reason, he didn't see a dry corpse, it was in the hot and dry desert, and the water in the body evaporated quickly to preserve the corpse. Zhan Lu's power was beyond his imagination.

In fact, the Zhan Lu Sword was refined by Ou Zhizi in three years to obtain the Divine Iron Mother and Holy Water on Zhan Lu Mountain. The so-called holy water is cold spring water, and the so-called divine iron is two meteorites from the sky, one white and one black, one yin and one yang, which is why the Zhan Lu sword is black and why the Zhan Lu sword is white. The Yin Iron that made the Zhan Lu Knife was extremely cold, and it could directly drain the water of the human body and turn it into a frozen corpse.

Moreover, the Zhan Lu knife takes the will of the master as the soul, takes survival as the soul, the soul is one, the knife is in the person, if the master dies, the knife will be transmitted to his own flesh and blood, otherwise it will break through the void, fly away, and disappear forever in the vast sky.