Edge of the Apocalypse Chapter 8911: One knife
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People of the older generation know that when Horne entered the Pluto star, he cut off the head of a ten Titans, using a handful of Qiuyan. (..) The provenance of this famous knife with an obvious oriental color is nowhere to be verified. All I know is that this famous sword has a broken blade without a flange, but it actually extends from the white broken blade, but it is another blade that is as thin as a cicada's wing.
The blade is as transparent as it is, and it has to be at a specific angle to make it look like a slender blade of water.
Now Qiuyan is reappearing, and the whole hall is full of sword energy. Although Qiuyan had only one handle, everyone in the hall, especially those with good combat power, could feel that the entire hall was filled with huge energy. This Qi machine did not twist into a single strand like an ordinary powerful one, but was finely shattered, like thousands of sharp blades whistling and whistling. The cold face, even the thick-skinned Edric, could not help shivering.
Fatty couldn't help but Qing Qing had finally taken the wrong side, Qiu Yan was so prosperous that he was still watching from the sidelines. The fat man didn't dare to imagine what Walshine would be like to take the brunt of it, he asked himself Ruo and the killer change positions. Horn doesn't need a knife, the fat on his body has probably been cut into pieces by this **** knife, right?
While thinking like this, Horn intentionally or unintentionally shivered even more at Edric's fat body.
The Qiuyan droops to the ground, and the sword's energy rises instead of falling.
Cracks appeared in Valshine's suit.
The assassin shouted for the first time, raising his hands, his auras pushed up like a flood and raging waves. He was about to release the killer move, but Horn's hand was swept away from the corner of his eyes, Qiu Yan leaned upwards and swiped it.
The hall is dimmed.
A bright stream of light flashed through the space, the light was golden, like a touch of sunlight in autumn. Qiuyang is not as strong as Xia Yang, but it is warm and permeates everything. In an instant, the autumn colors in the hall were shining, like the afternoon sun in a certain autumn day.
The huge energy gathered by Walshine is blank.
The assassin snorted, quickly backed up, hit the window, and disappeared into everyone's sight in a blink of an eye.
Horn didn't go after him, but took Qiuyan back. When the famous sword fell, there was a rumbling noise in the hall, and a crack diagonally divided the building. The building vibrated and slid down, collapsed to the ground and exploded into hundreds of thousands of tons of rubble. In the hustle and bustle, the downstairs was crying and crying, but the upstairs was silent.
Qiu Yan made a cut, so mighty. From this knife, the people in the hall can probably kill the enemy with Qiuyan's outstanding demeanor on the star of Pluto.
The roads extend in all directions in the casino, and there are also many viaducts and tunnels. Not far from Jinfan, there is an underground tunnel. Over the top of this tunnel, there is a main road of the city. There is a lot of traffic on weekdays, and the tunnel naturally serves as a pedestrian service. Only those who get into the casino are not the one who is rich or noble. There are flying cars to and from, and there are even small flying ships in and out of the casino, so these pedestrian passages are useless.
In the tunnel, a large purple light suddenly lit up at one end. Old Baker passed through the tunnel embarrassedly, dripping turbid blood all the way. He suddenly heard the sound of footsteps behind him, turning his head back, a blue thunder rushed towards him, aggressively. Old Baker reluctantly turned his body sideways, and was swept across his shoulder by the Qing Lei, and immediately plowed his way out of the blood trough. This Qing Lei was very domineering, but he wounded the enemy but exploded hundreds of thousands of electric wires, so the wound on Old Baker's shoulder instantly expanded, blood was splashing like rain, and the pain made him almost faint. He leaned on the wall to catch his breath, and, as Horn said, the butcher was old.
Electricity slowed down and came, and Old Baker was aroused by ferocity. A pair of palms as thin as chicken feet turned up and lifted up, propping Zi Yan away from the thunder and lightning, and condensed into a vicious purple python. Thunder and lightning raised his hand and waved down the fire python that was shaped like a source of power. The flame python was simply divided into two parts, and the severed flame python could no longer maintain its form, scattered into purple flames, and then exploded continuously, reflecting the entire tunnel with a thick purple light.
Old Baker has his hands in disbelief.
"Do you think the source of power is difficult to sustain?" Raiden said jokingly: "I remember you used to work with Maine and wanted to use the dissociated fluid to plot against Mr. Horn?"
Old Baker's pupils narrowed.
Raiden nodded: "Yes, I bought some of the people from the Maine factory and got some from them. Of course, they have all entered your stomach now. I'm just afraid you will find that you don't use much each time. Over the years, Master Baker has rarely done anything, even if he ran into it, I would take care of it for you. So master, you should only find out now that your source of power is running low, right?"
"You...you **** actually did such a thing!" Old Baker's voice trembled, and thunder and lightning reminded him of a trip six months ago. Was blocked by a strong enemy on the road. At that time, his subordinates were almost dead. Old Baker had planned to take the shot himself, but the thunder and lightning were seriously injured, but they repelled the gang of enemies. At that time he thought it was Raiden's loyalty, but now that he thinks about it, it should be because this kid didn't want him to discover that his source of strength had fallen in advance.
Everything is only for today.
Old Baker laughed: "You can bear it. Unfortunately, there are not one thousand people who died in Lao Tzu's hands, but eight hundred people. I don't even know who your father is. Bastard, you want to kill me? Come on then."
"You don't need to say that I will do the same." Raiden took a deep breath, stepped out, and rushed towards Old Baker with several cyan electric snakes.
Old Baker hammered the ground with both fists, throwing out two winding purple flames along the ground and blasted towards the thunder and lightning.
Thunder and lightning jumped up, avoiding a pair of purple snakes that blew up from the ground.
Slashed away in midair.
Old Baker raised his hand and danced out a group of purple flames, blasting the thunder knife like thunder with a burst of cannons, urging them to disperse.
Thunder and lightning fell to the ground and rolled and bounced. A stride has already rushed to the old man. The thunder knife was handed in the palm, and there was no sadness or joy on thunder's face.
Old Baker shouted, ignoring the knife, clenching his fists and placing his hands on Thunder's chest. The thunder and lightning did not fly out with the fist as he expected, but instead grabbed the old man's thin shoulder with one hand and slammed into the old man's arms. The knife was stabbed from the back of the old Baker, and the old man's blood was pouring. Raiden himself bleeds through seven holes, but he does not relax. He still encircles the old man's head with one hand, and then pulls hard. Hearing a click on his neck, the thunder and lightning were relieved.
He let go of Old Baker staggeringly, ten years of blood feud, a day to pay. But there was not the invigorating and dripping he had imagined. There was only an inexplicable melancholy. Thunder and lightning first laughed, then cried, and finally there was no sound in the tunnel. He silently pulled the collar of the old Baker, and dragged the cruel character, known as the butcher in his youth, out of the tunnel like a dead dog.
When Old Baker's body was thrown at Horn's feet, Horn sighed. The man who couldn't tell whether it was blood or tears on his face, said: "You are free."
Raiden just nodded, wiped the blood off his face, and bowed solemnly to Horn. Then he turned around without hesitation and walked away.
Is he free?
Who can tell. (.)