Long Live The Emperor! Chapter 209: God 1 knife, who is the best in the world?

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A sack is thrown on the table with a dull sound.

The person behind the table can clearly identify the sound, which is the sound of gold.

He took a breath and showed a look of intoxication, the smell of gold.

A sack full of gold.

The person behind the table just stopped looking lazy, his expression straightened, he straightened the blood-colored collar, and smiled, "What's the matter?"

The person said coldly, "Kill a person, take a book."

"Who? What book?"

"The man is on the first floor of Xin'an Inn, and the book is the book spread out in front of him."

"What is the strength of man?"

"He defeated the master of the Sifang Guild with one punch, stunned the elders of Pinshuimen with one palm, and convinced the strongest swordsman of the Wanli Sect with one sword."

"What is a book?"

"A good book, but he is actually passing it on to everyone. He's crazy. If this is the case, all the sects will not need to exist in the future."

"Here's the job."

"The book must be given to me."

"No problem."

"I"

The man with the blood-colored textured collar smiled, "We are Blood Rain Tower. All heads have a price. You give money, and we give you heads. The old man is innocent, and the two don't owe each other."

The visitor seems to recall this terrible force.

Blood Rain Tower, also known as Blood Rain Thousand and Eighth Floor, is a notorious killer organization. Regardless of good or bad, it only asks for money and abides by the creed of "everything has a price". If money and money are appropriate for revenge, Parents and mothers can be tortured and killed for you to see.

In addition, this organization has "peripherals", these "peripherals" are rooted in the dark underground, and no one knows their identities,

They may even be the elders of some famous sect, some famous hero, or your pillow.

When people are always short of money or resources, at this time, you can go to the Blood Rain Tower to take over the task.

Murder,

Get paid.

The Blood Rain Tower will never reveal your identity.

And it is said that such a terrifying killer force was consolidated by a larger force ten years ago and is now a behemoth hidden in the darkness underground.

The visitor breathed a sigh of relief, he was relieved.

So, he asked "How long?"

Blood Rain Tower greets the guests and asks, "How long will it take you?"

"Will three days be enough?"

The disciple of Blood Rain Tower thought about it and said, "You need to add money for three days, normally seven days."

"Seven days is seven days."

The visitor no longer hesitated, turned to leave, and after walking out, his expression turned cold.

It's stupid and ridiculous to be given to others by a hairy boy for such advanced exercises.

Don't he know the truth of "every man is innocent, but he is guilty"?

Doesn't he know the truth of "making a fortune in silence, but not revealing it"?

The weak are the weak. If the weak are given weapons, how will they make money from them in the future?

As long as one's own power has that kind of profound cultivation method, from now on, it will be the era of one's own rampage in the arena.

The visitor smiles.

The disciples of Blood Rain Tower also showed a smile, "The thirty-sixth one, the same thing, the same book, interesting, this is a big business."

He grabbed the golden sack, turned to push the door, and entered the back room.

Someone in the back room efficiently records income.

Some people quietly went to the building near the Blood Rain Building.

This is for business only, the killer is upstairs.

Where is the building?

No one knows.

Tonight.

In the blood-colored candlelight.

A long table looks deep and **** in the darkness of some wild.

A sensible voice broke the calm.

"This must be a big force, otherwise they wouldn't have sent so many people, and each of them is a master. That practice is also a profound practice."

"However, how can there be such a fool in the world, who has obtained the practice method and has to go to the public?"

"Although it's not a small force, are we a small force? This is a big business, a lot of money, you can talk about it, eat it or not?" A burly black shadow urn said.

Another yin and yang voice sounded immediately, "Whatever you said, it's all in your mouth, do you want me not to swallow it?"

The sensible voice asked "How to eat then?"

"Kill, more than 40 Grade A killers, isn't it enough to kill them?"

"I would like to ask that person."

"The one?! You're crazy, what do you ask that person for business matters?"

"I still want to ask. After all, I've seen some exercises, and it's not only profound and can be described." The rational voice showed a memory, as if he was savoring the paragraphs and sentences in the exercises, appreciating the hidden meanings in them. Power, he said slowly, "It's unprecedented."

The crowd fell silent.

Even the most eccentric people will not deny it.

The exercise called "The Power of the World" is unfathomable and indescribable. In the past, they thought that the exercise they practiced was like the Yangtze River and the Great Ocean, but just by reading this method, they would suddenly be born. A kind of ridiculous feeling of "sitting on the well and watching the sky".

The exercises that I practice are mostly small rivers in townships and small streams in the mountains, hundreds of streams converge in one river, and all rivers merge into the sea and become a part of the sea.

That book "The Power of the World" is the sea.

"Then go ask."

Others immediately lost their opinion.

The next day.

Located in a gloomy hall in a dark realm.

The Throne of Bones stands in the center.

The mysterious woman sitting on the throne wears a dark gold mask and listens to the report.

She holds her chin.

Two sentences.

She spit out the word "do."

As these dark forces act,

The major sects on the rivers and lakes also reacted.

They held the exercises in front of them in disbelief.

I can't believe that this kind of exercise can actually be obtained for free

Every sect, every faction, almost fell into silence.

If people in the world have such exercises, who would care about the sect?

Everyone can become a master, and everyone has the opportunity to cut a piece of the sky

How is this possible?

Different places, different voices, but almost the same words.

"Absurd, ridiculous, isn't this going to cause chaos in the world?!"

"These people are really malicious, their hearts can be punished, their hearts can be punished."

"There is no distinction between such esoteric exercises. If someone with malicious intentions learns it, wouldn't it bring harm to the world?"

"This law should be in the hands of our righteous sects and sects, and be kept by us, so as to prevent the younger generation from doing that evil thing."

"If the predecessors who compiled this method knew that their descendants were doing such absurd acts, and so easily showed the exercises to others, I'm afraid they would vomit blood in anger."

"Senior brother is right, the Tao is not lightly passed on. Such people are not qualified to possess such a peerless cultivation technique. He is not worthy."

"There are such stupid people in the world. If I were him, I would practice painstakingly and not pass on other people's ears. Only in this way can I have a bright road and a bright future."

"His way is narrow."

"Anyone who thinks will not do it like him, it's ridiculous and pathetic. Thinking about it, we don't know the preciousness of this exercise, right? Why is such a magical exercise being taken away by some stupid people? It's a shame Angry."

There may be other voices, but these mainstream voices are mixed into a group, and they will not set off immediately, because they need to hold a meeting in advance, and let the martial arts leader decide how to do it at the meeting. Do.

Maybe the leader of the martial arts alliance will ask to destroy all the exercises, and then keep the isolated copy in his hands, but other major forces will certainly fight for it, and then it is likely to get a result of "every major force can refer to it" .

This is the right track

While the righteous people were still discussing, the killer had already been dispatched.

Dusk,

Will be night,

Late night.

Gu Hong comes from the north.

Xiao Xiao cold wind, like a knife slashing the skin, lingered the travelers who were still walking on the street at this time, unwilling to go back.

Feng Fuxue felt like a failure.

He doesn't make friends.

He even has some fear in the face of others.

There will be some blush when facing girls.

If he hadn't met a teacher, he might have spent his life with his head down and his waist down.

He took a deep breath of the night breeze, hunched his back habitually, and stared at the yellow leaves on the ground reddish by lanterns with his drooping eyes.

Yellow leaves flying scroll,

Sweeping,

In the air,

It is the last splendor after life withered.

Feng Chuixue suddenly stopped, he put the scroll in his arms and stroked the knife gently with his right hand.

Knife

He is his confidant.

is his lover.

It is his belief.

It's his dignity.

No one can desecrate his knife.

And every time a knife is out of the way, it will make him extremely painful, and it will make him suffer with self-blame and guilt, just like the most fanatical believer has blasphemed his god.

He will then use a frantic, almost torture method to make himself remember that mistake and never make it again.

However, he was only the first of the ninety-nine.

The world is so big, he doesn't know where he can be.

If I die,

Will it fall into the dust that no one cares about like the dead leaves in front of me?

If yes, how should I live my life?

He's thinking about his life.

Suddenly felt murderous.

The murderous aura comes from behind.

So, he drew the knife at will.

The speed of the blade, the energy of the blade, the force of the blade, the light of the blade, and the appearance of the blade are as brilliant as a **** wielding a blade, flawless, like a dream, dreamy and charming.

He didn't even look back, and he didn't care who it was, but Yun Li shook the blood drop that appeared on the blade from nowhere, shaking the blood drop, keeping the blade clean and dry, and then gently and slowly into the sheath.

Wind blowing snow's thoughts were not interrupted, he squatted down and picked up the fallen leaf, he felt that he was just such a leaf.

But he didn't want that.

In his heart, a quiet karmic fire burned.

Now, his surname is Feng, which the teacher himself admitted.

The teacher is so great.

Then, as a disciple, as a teacher with the same surname, he should be a little stronger, right?

Suddenly,

Another gust of wind came suddenly from above his head.

The other two gusts of wind were stuck in the cold shadows, cooperating and staggering, like a snake hunting ~IndoMTL.com~ fluttering out.

Three blasts, three phantoms, attack!

Wind blows the snow earnestly drawing the knife.

The knife flashed.

All the movement in heaven and earth is still.

He carefully wipes the blood with a fallen leaf.

Then closes.

on the ground

There are four corpses in total.

He didn't want to look, but finally glanced at the corpses curiously.

There was a sudden surge in his stomach, he couldn't help running forward, and then crouched in the corner of the alley, retching.

Tears of retching fall.

Is life so easy to pass away?