This middle-aged man named Ma had actually arrived a long time ago, but he was unknown and had not shown his profound skills, so he was only hospitalized in a seat outside the manor.

From morning to noon, he sat there honestly and never said anything. He looked like an ordinary gangster, and even seemed a little down and out, as if he was here to have a free meal.

But at this moment, when he drew his sword, his murderous aura that almost overflowed like a tide made everyone look at him.

"What a murderous intent!"

"Which character is this?"

"I haven't heard of it..."

The guests looked at each other and whispered, but in the face of the murderous aura that seemed to be overwhelming, no one dared to speak loudly.

Pan Long frowned and his eyes fell on the man's knife.

With a glance at his eyes, he could see that the man's aura was mixed and impure, and even a little disorganized. Although he attracted the gathering of the energy of heaven and earth, he was just a first-time innate level.

The innate master cannot be said to be weak, but... it is really a bit delusional to just want to seek revenge on Mr. Liu Heluo and Liu.

Mr. Liu sat there, his breath condensed like a stream, and even the vitality of heaven and earth rose and fell with his breathing. It was the sign that the innate master had polished his body of true energy to the peak. If he had not been old, his qi and blood gradually drooped, his meridians were aging, and he could not bear the forced rush to the gate, he could even try to restrain his whole body's true energy and try to hit the realm of returning to the simplicity and return to the realm of real people.

One is a first to enter the innate and the other is a peak in the innate world, and the gap is so big that it is hopeless. If you do it normally, it will be fine for Mr. Liu to fight thirty or fifty by himself.

There is also a difference between innate masters and innate masters!

It's like everyone is playing football. Some countries are shattering and stormy, but the players can still defeat strong enemies and compete for the AFC Champions League again and again; some countries have a prosperous and prosperous east, but when they arrive at the football field, they are soft persimmons, and losing is simply a habit...

There is nothing worth Pan Long cares about such a person.

On the contrary, his knife made Pan Long feel deeply uneasy.

The blade of the knife was bright red. As I walked, one or two drops of bright red liquid dripped, looking like it was dripping blood.

But how could a knife drip blood?

If the blade is stained with blood, it will not be so even. Moreover, if the stained blood drips, shouldn't the original color of steel be revealed?

But the knife was always bright red, and there was no trace of iron.

What made him frown even more was the murderous aura emitted from the knife.

The murderous aura is so strong that it makes people feel palpitations. If a person who is not firm enough and has a hidden disease in his body may even be hit by the murderous aura and will suffer from a hidden disease and die.

The incredible thing is here - this murderous aura was actually not emitted from this person, but from this knife.

This is what Pan Long is most puzzled and curious about.

How could a knife have such a strong murderous aura? Even if it is the executioner's ghost-headed sword, if he kills countless people, he should not have such a level of murderous aura!

He had never seen a weapon with murderous aura. There was a ghost-headed knife in the Pan family's treasure house. It was a family inheritance of an old executioner back then. Even generations of people used it to behead the prisoners. Over time, all iron spirits were full of murderous aura without being sheathed. Once sheathed, the temperature of the air would drop within five or six steps around, and even the summer days would be in the surrounding area.

This knife was the spoils of Pan Shou when he was in the martial arts world. For it, Pan Shou traveled day and night, running 3,000 miles in five days, chasing all the bandits, and avenging the old executioner for the great hatred of killing his son and queen.

In Pan Long's imagination, no matter how vicious the sword is, it will probably be like that. However, today I saw a weapon that was thousands of times more vicious than that of the ghost-headed sword. It was unimaginable!

Such a knife may cause a disaster even in the hands of people who know how to do martial arts. Perhaps the Ma person has the courage to take revenge after getting such a magic knife, right?

Just as he was thinking, Mr. Liu spoke: "Thirty years ago, the surname Ma... I have made many rivals over the years. Can my friends explain it clearly? For example, where did I kill Lingzun at the beginning? What was the reason for? Today we want to see life and death, and I can't be a fool."

The middle-aged man's muscles were beating on his face, his eyes became more gloomy and ferocious. He said coldly: "Thirty years ago, my father brought a group of brothers to do a cashless business in the Black Gobi Desert in the northwest of Yongzhou. The imperial grain truck passed by, and they saw that there were few people escorting the car, so they planned to do a vote. You were the ones who led the team at that time. In that battle, including my father, there were nine elders who died under your hands, and I remember them all."

Mr. Liu was stunned for a moment and laughed in silence.

"So that's it! I remembered it! Ling Zun is taller than you, and there is a scar on his face from the bridge of his nose to the bottom of his left ear, right?"

"That's right!"

"That's it." Mr. Liu stood up and untied his dress. "Liu liked to leave a way out for others in his life, because I think it's not easy for people who come out to travel, so he leaves a way out for others and always advises others to leave a way out for more people. But in that battle, Liu did not leave a way out for the other party, which was really..."

He shook his head: "I leave a way out for people like Lingzun, but he will most likely not leave a way out for others. If I don't kill him, half of the people he will kill in the future will be counted on me."

He smiled slightly, and his wrinkled face showed a bitter temperament that was hard to see: "Even today in front of you and in front of the whole world, I would like to say that I would kill him well!"

The middle-aged man was furious when he said it, roared wildly, waved the blood-dropping scimitar, and slashed into the air.

At this moment, the two sides were still separated by at least twenty steps, but when the sword was swung, a blood light rose from the blade, emitting a disgusting smell, and roared toward Mr. Liu.

Mr. Liu glared at his eyes, staked his feet, raised his right hand and met the bloody light.

With a roar, countless blood splattered on all sides, and blood was stained on the ground, on the table, on the wall, on the beams and pillars, and even many guests.

That blood light turned out to be a stream of blood!

Mr. Liu blocked this move, but his face suddenly turned pale, and his body, which was originally as stable as Mount Tai, shook.

His face was full of shock, and he looked at the middle-aged man in disbelief, exclaiming: "What kind of knife are you?"

"The knife that kills you!"
Chapter completed!