Chapter 47 Blood Knife

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Sometimes, hypocrites in the world cause more harm than real villains, but this does not include the Blood Knife Ancestor himself.

As a villain with hundreds of innocent lives at his fingertips, he is truly evil and deserves death. As the Blood Knife ancestor often said: "I have always loved killing innocent people indiscriminately throughout my life."

Perhaps because he had a premonition that his life was about to be ended here, the Blood Knife Ancestor's expression calmed down.

He raised the dark red curved Burmese knife to his eyes, squeezed his wrinkled old face, and suddenly sighed:

"This precious sword was made by the first generation headmaster of my Blood Knife Sect out of cold iron from the snowy mountains. It blows the hair off and cuts the iron like mud. The blade is one foot long and the net weight is one pound and eighty taels. It has cut off the heads of thousands of people and dyed it. The blood of more than ten thousand people.”

Zhao Qing narrowed his eyes and looked at the sharp blood knife that was swaying gently in the breeze like a living snake about ten feet away, and smelled the bloody smell exuding from it.

Suddenly, her eyebrows twitched slightly.

Ajna Niwan Palace? Zhao Qing immediately thought of the intersection of Yintang point and Baihui point, the upper Dantian Niwan Palace that captures the body and spirit.

According to her speculation, the "dream reference" in her mind is probably located in this location on her body. In other words, this bloody knife passed down from the ancestors of the Blood Knife Sect was sensed by the "Dream Citation".

It is possible that just as she had guessed before, as the top weapon in the Liancheng Jue world, the blood sword does contain a certain amount of golden energy, which may be worth a ray of sword energy from Haocao Xiaojian.

I just don't know the reason why the blood sword has the energy of metal in it, but other weapons, such as Hua Tiegan's short steel spear, don't have it.

Probably because the material is better, it has been passed down for a longer time, and it has killed tens of thousands of lives. So, what are the weapons that can reach this level?

In the blink of an eye, Zhao Qing already thought of a lot from the Xue Dao not far away.

In fact, she was a little worried about the fact that "dream citation" required consuming the energy of the golden element as the price of penetrating into the heavens.

Not to mention whether there might be any calculation by the mythical power behind this, just talking about the consumption of this golden energy will undoubtedly drag down the progress of the main world's own cultivation.

Although you can gain a lot of new skills, knowledge, and practice experience, there are gains and losses. In fact, you are betting on which side will gain more.

However, now she discovered that the golden energy in the dream world can also be used as a supplement to the "dream reference", which solved her worries.

Looking at Zhao Qing, his eyes seemed to be erratic. The original solemn eyes of the Blood Knife Ancestor also flickered for a moment. The red shadow flashed, and the Blood Knife in his hand was already slashing at the opponent as fast as lightning.

Zhao Qing didn't panic when he saw the bloody knife coming towards him. As he turned his wrist, the bamboo sticks were drawn out in succession.

The first blow was focused on the side of the blood knife. Although the blood knife had excellent resiliency, it still shocked the ancestor of the blood knife. The second blow passed through a beautiful arc and lightly touched the Shenmen point on his right wrist.

This "Shenmen point" is at the end of the sharp bone at the back of the palm. After being touched, the palm can no longer exert any strength. The Blood Knife Ancestor groaned, and the Blood Knife in his right hand had already fallen. Zhao Qing used his inner strength to stick it with the tip of the bamboo stick and bring it back.

The ancestral blood knife was surrendered by the enemy after two moves. The ancestor of the blood knife was shocked and knew that he was no match for the opponent.

Immediately, while Zhao Qing was retracting the bamboo stick, he lowered his body, raised his feet, and looked like a gecko. He wanted to stick to the ground, go around her side, and rush towards the burning house nearby.

His thoughts were spinning very quickly: There was death on both sides. He would rather be burned to death by his own fire than die at the hands of the enemy. Moreover, if the other party follows him into the fire, he still has a chance of survival thanks to the favorable location.

Just as his thoughts were changing, he saw a red light piercing the ground and felt severe pain in his lower body. His whole body fell over and hit the ground heavily only a few feet away from the fire.

It turned out that after Zhao Qing got the Blood Knife, he immediately threw it towards the Blood Knife Ancestor's leg. Wherever the blade passed by, the bones and flesh of the calf were broken and separated from the torso.

"You actually know the sword skills of my Blood Knife Sect?! That's right, Bao Xiang has a "Blood Knife Secret Book" that I passed on to him." The Blood Knife Ancestor murmured, crawling on the ground towards the fire source with both hands.

For so many years, he has also thought about whether he will have a bad ending in the future, but now, the Blood Knife Ancestor is never willing to experience the death method that Zhao Qing said, but wants to end up with a more decent death. ending.

Although he can be regarded as a tough guy, he would not choose an extremely painful way to die if he could find an easier way to die.

However, when he finally climbed to the edge of the sea of ​​​​fire, he realized one thing, that is, because of his skill and soaked monk robes, he would never let the flames burn him in a short time. .

Sure enough, in the next moment, Zhao Qing had arrived behind the Blood Knife Ancestor, stretched out a bamboo stick and touched his acupuncture points, and then pulled the Blood Knife Ancestor out of the sea of ​​fire with his eyes wide open and his expression greatly changed.

The interrogation and execution, which was like cutting into pieces with a thousand cuts, soon began.



The next day, the coffin shop and burial industry in Jingzhou City faced an unprecedented amount of work.

A large number of ordinary people and people in the world died directly or indirectly at the hands of the Blood Knife Ancestor yesterday. After he was slashed by Zhao Qing with a bloody knife, Shui Dai and Lu Tian Shu had already arrived.

See the culprit who caused such tragic casualties in the city. "Benevolent and Righteous Lu Dadao" Lu Tianshu no longer appeared to be "benevolent and righteous", but after solemnly thanking Zhao Qing and asking for the Blood Sword Ancestor, he resorted to the most cruel method.

The Blood Knife Ancestor finally died under his own Blood Knife.

He finally reported a vague approximate location before he died, but when Zhao Qing looked there, he found that the houses around the area had been burned to the ground, and Shui Sheng was not found in the cellar. .

More than ten hours have passed, and no one has found any trace of Shui Sheng. No one alive or dead.

Zhao Qing has always had a good impression of beautiful girls. After hearing the news, he felt a little guilty for a while, feeling that if his arrival had not changed the plot, Shui Sheng would not have disappeared.

But then I thought about it, all of this was ultimately caused by my own martial arts skills that were not superb enough and my martial arts skills were not magical enough.

If you can practice magical skills such as the Xiaoyao Sect's Sound Transmission Soul Searching Technique, it will be easy to rescue Shui Sheng in advance. Or maybe he has cultivated the "lower six qi" state of Qi control, and if he wants to put out the fire in the city, it will only take a while.

Among the ruins in the west of the city, Zhao Qing was walking aimlessly. Suddenly, she caught a glimpse of two thin men in exquisite clothes who were talking in the distance.

Observing the two people with almost no beards and sharp voices, she rubbed the soft hair beside her ears, and a thought suddenly came to her mind: Could these two people be eunuchs in the palace?