"Clam!"

The two swords collided and then bounced away.

The old man's knife was intact, and Long Xiaoqi's knife was intact, which made people around him look surprised.

"Cang!" The second knife.

"Cang!" The third knife.

"Cang!" The fourth knife.

"Clam! Bang!"

When the fifth collision occurred, the old man's hand was broken into two sections and fell heavily to the ground, while the knife in Long Xiaoqi's hand was still intact!

Everyone around them took a breath. They couldn't believe everything in front of them, but they knew that the defeated Death Sword in Long Xiaoqi's hand became the most powerful scimitar. When this scimitar defeated the Death Sword, the person who cast the knife had already become the real casting master!

Calm, calm, strong, restrained, but extremely domineering and arrogant.

"I'll give you a name..." Long Xiaoqi stroked the blade and said with emotion: "I'll call you..."

Zhao Ying listened, brother listened.

"Dragon-slaying sword!" Long Xiaoqi raised the sword with a proud look on his face: "The sword slays the dragon, and commands the world, don't..."

The young man's face turned black in an instant. Zhao Ying opened his mouth, but he wanted to say something but didn't say it: Slaying Dragon? Our surname is Long!

"Uh... it seems a bit bad. This, this... might as well call it a treasure sword?" Long Xiaoqi said excitedly: "Of course such a good knife must be a treasure sword. This... you don't seem to like it very much. Then I think of another one, what about the one... How about calling a Badao? Domineering enough, enough... Xiaoqi's knife? Golden silk small ring knife? Tianya Mingyue Knife? Divine Knife? Slag-off Heaven Sword?..."

"Well..." Zhao Ying narrowed her eyes and smiled, saying to Long Xiaoqi: "Registration."

"Good name! It's called the verdict!" Long Xiaoqi stretched out his thumb.

The name of the knife was decided like this. This knife will definitely become the verdict and will definitely be stained with blood to become a charming black.

It is the most suitable knife for melee combat, no matter it is a saber, tiger teeth, mad dog tactical knife, or even whaling fork, all are overshadowed in front of domineering.

The reputation of this kind of knife is not only the majesty of the Gurkha warriors, but also the powerful chopping ability of the knife itself. With one knife, you can cut off all the buffalo heads, and chopping people is like cutting vegetables. Because of its domineering and fierceness, it is known as a primitive force and is deeply favored and loved by many people.

"Can I change the knife?" Long Xiaoqi pointed to the casting himself and said, "Although I also like this kind of knife shape,... forget it, I will show it to you after I recast it."

After saying that, Long Xiaoqi threw the scimitar into the stove in front of everyone and melted it into iron. The group of Gurkha soldiers were so distressed that they were almost bleeding. You know, such a knife was not available at any time, nor could anyone have it if anyone wanted to cast it. Now it was a waste of resources to melt it away.

"Clink!Clink!Clink!..."

After a busy day, when Long Xiaoqi held a knife that changed his appearance in his hand, Zhao Ying smiled bitterly and the young man shook his head.

This product turned into a watermelon knife!!!

All the thermal advantages disappeared without a trace. A top-level saber never turned into a watermelon knife for Long Xiaoqi! What would anyone do like this? No, absolutely not! There is only one in the world, no semicolon! No special forces in any country can fight with people with watermelon knife, and only the little gangsters in China will cut against people with watermelon knife.

What kind of knife is a watermelon knife? It has no tactical purpose and does not have any characteristics of survival in the wild. Apart from chopping watermelons, it is a convenient tool used by little gangsters to chop people.

If a little gangster chooses among the watermelon knife, he will definitely choose. Whether it is actual combat or appearance, it is a hundred times better than the watermelon knife. But Long Xiaoqi actually turned such a top-notch one into a watermelon knife, and it is a mini-type watermelon knife. Is this guy crazy?

"Uh... it's easy. Actually, I haven't liked using sabers very much. In comparison, the watermelon knife is more convenient..." Long Xiaoqi scratched his head and smiled: "Wife, if you don't believe it, you can try it. It's so satisfying to use a watermelon knife to chop people. When I was still at home, a watermelon knife was so thrilling..."

Zhao Ying's eyes narrowed into crescent moons, and she threw the knife she made to Long Xiaoqi and said, "Well... it must be very majestic, I can imagine. I will give this knife to you too. When I am not by your side, it can accompany you. It is called... Crazy Girl."

"Okay!" Long Xiaoqi put away his knife, nodded vigorously and said, "Article the crazy girl, how good it is during the day, and at night, bang. bang. bang!"

...

Who can cure Long Xiaoqi? Who can have medicine to give him two pounds?! This guy has become deeply rooted and has no medicine to cure. No one can turn him into a noble gangster!

"What should I do next?" Long Xiaoqi's face became extremely serious.

He knew that tempering himself had been completed, and this was a spiritual tempering. He successfully passed the biggest turning point in his psychological endurance. But this was only the first step, and there were still three months left, and he still had to do a lot. Assassins are not that easy to do. Assassins are far more difficult than special forces!

"Kill people." The young man said coldly: "You don't know how to kill people yet, I'll take you to kill people."

"Where to kill someone?" Long Xiaoqi asked.

"The border line, southwest gate, northwest gate." said the young man.

Assassins must kill people. Assassins know the best skills of killing. Compared with assassins, killers are only low-level existences. If you want to become an assassin, you must become a killer first. Apart from killing, there is no shortcut to say.

"Wife?" Long Xiaoqi took a step forward, held Zhao Ying's hand and said, "I have to send you back. No matter how long you can live, I have to live a good life. If you let me see hope, you must see hope. Everything will be fine. Don't worry, everything will be fine."

Zhao Ying smiled very well and nodded vigorously. But she knew her situation. Wine was like poison, urging her life. However, she could never drink anymore because there was hope in her belly. She just didn't know if Doctor Hou had any other way... Alas... I hope he could have some solutions, even if he could save the little life in her belly.

Zhao Ying was unwilling to get pregnant for Long Xiaoqi. She knew her physical condition too well. But she had no choice. This was the best way she could come up with. It doesn’t matter if she couldn’t protect herself, but she hoped to save her little life in her belly.
Chapter completed!