Volume 5 Rising Storms Chapter 7 The Butcher Knife of Death!
The fifth volume of the storm rises, Chapter 7 The butcher's knife of death!
What is the most suitable cold weapon for battlefield killing?
It's not a sword, although the sword is the king among weapons, it's somewhat flashy and unreal.
Stick? A stick sweeps a large piece. Although it is a heroic spirit, it is not suitable for killing people.
On the battlefield, the most suitable weapon for killing enemies is guns and knives.
The gun is picked up a line, and the spear is in hand. I will go there with thousands of troops!
But in terms of widespread use, these weapons are not as good as swords.
Whether it is a nail knife for manicure, a scissor used in daily life, a kitchen knife for cutting vegetables, or a fruit knife for cutting fruits, these all evolved from the knife.
The weapon, known for its majestic, heroic and swaying like a tiger, ranks first among the eighteen weapons.
The Qing Dynasty poet Zheng Shiyuan described it like this: "Autumn water flies with both wrists, ice flowers scatter all over the body. Look softly around the limbs, and the slim is not moving. It shines and shakes the silver sea, rolls the jade wheel. The sound rushes to the White Emperor, and the light loses youth.
The murderous aura surges in Youshuo, the cold light cries ghosts and gods. The dance is back to the purple sleeves, and Xiao Sa fills Cang Min."
According to "Shi Ming", "The sword is here. It is to kill and attack where it is attacked."
As the saying goes, "Swords are worn by gentlemen, and swords are used by heroes." This is somewhat a bit like lifting the sword and suppressing the sword. In fact, the brave and wild character of the sword is still something that many people can attract.
The man in black robe who was standing in front of everyone at this moment, although there was no sword in his hand, his whole body was full of sword aura.
This is a kind of knife that never sees blood and never returns.
He used his hands instead of the knife. His hands were very slender and fair, like a woman's hand, but no one would appreciate his hands now.
Because it was this hand that in an instant, more than a dozen black iron swordsmen and silver swordsmen had been killed.
There are fifty-eight swordsmen here.
Thirty-eight of them are black iron swordsmen, fifteen silver swordsmen, and five golden swordsmen.
So far, the five golden swordsmen have not taken action. It’s not that they don’t want to do it, but that they don’t dare to do it. They are tightly surrounding a man and a woman in the encirclement. Their swords are obviously trembling, and the five-color light is burning wildly.
Then, they are hating why their strength cannot be higher.
A black shadow flashed, a blood-red knife passed by, and the ground was covered with red and white liquid.
There is blood and brain matter here.
The man in black still pointed at the crowd with his right hand, and was shrouded under the black robes and hats, making a creepy and evil laughter.
Whether it is a black iron swordsman or a silver swordsman, he will always be just one move or one sword.
Just one knife, just one knife.
The blood-red light cut through the sky and slashed down hard. With this knife, the light of the knife was like a rainbow that penetrated the sun, dazzling and colorful; the knife was like Mount Tai pressing the top, and the momentum was grand; the knife was as intent as the universe was empty, amazing.
Everything in the world seems to have lost its luster, and the world seems to exist just for this knife!
This is the real knife. No knife can compare to the black-robed man's hand or the other knife at this time.
No matter how beautiful it is, the murderous intent behind its gorgeousness can never be hidden.
Yes, although this sword is extremely beautiful, it is full of murderous intentions when one knife is slashed away.
The blood-red light hurts people's eyes, and I'm afraid the sun in the sky may not have the strong light on the knife.
The knife falls and parts.
The sword is cut out, and it is not only the sword that is separated, but also the human body, the separation of body, and the separation of life...
The remaining limbs, blood, brains, and corpses are everywhere...
The man in black seemed to float in the air without weight, and his hands were still so white and slender.
The fair hands, the black magic robe, the corpse that was spreading on the ground, the fear, fear, and trembling sword on the opposite side, weaving painted a strange picture.
Before we knew it, it was already afternoon sunset.
He is the only one in the setting sun, and it seems that he is the only one left in the world.
Blood-red light, blood-red swords are everywhere.
The originally fair hands seemed so pale at this moment...
Are pale and dark the colors closest to death!
Isn’t death the limit of emptiness and loneliness?
His left hand slowly stretched out from the wide black magic robe, and his hand was so white and so slender, moving.
He slowly stroked the broad-minded hoodie on his head, and a low and slightly magnetic voice sounded: "Do you want to know who I am?"
The slightly magnetic low voice reached the ears of every swordsman in the Qinglong Mercenary Group, as if they heard death summoning.
His body slowly fell down, and the ground was originally covered with blood and corpses and bodies, all of whom were pushed away by a layer of blood-red light. Every time he took a step, everyone's hearts were beating heavily.
This is a step that beats everyone's hearts, and the atmosphere is very heavy.
He kept walking slowly without stopping. The knife in his right hand was so pale in the sunset. If this knife continues, no one knows whose body and life will be separated from him.
Everyone held the trembling swords and kept releasing all the fighting spirit in their bodies. They knew that at least at this critical moment, they would never lose to the man in black robe, otherwise no one would leave here alive.
After moving, the remaining five golden swordsmen moved, and they moved together.
A fighting spirit like a tide emerged all over his body. With a loud roar, they waved their swords to kill the man in black robe.
They did not communicate at all. At this critical moment, they knew that only attack was the only way out. If they did not move, they would only wait for death in vain.
At this moment, the trembling black iron swordsmen and silver swordsmen seemed to have found their backbone. Seeing that the five most powerful golden swordsmen among them took action, they also shouted, as if they could bring fear to their hearts. He drove away all of them, raised his sword, urged the remaining fighting spirit to kill the man in black robe.
The man in black robe walked across from him pulled down the hat he wore on his head with his left hand. The long black hair exposed like a waterfall came into his eyes. His dark pupils swept deep and coldly towards him. Everyone, under their high noses, was a corner of their mouth that was bent in obliquely. He smiled like this, looking at everyone with that evil smile.
Some people say that black symbolizes mystery and death.
Long black hair, black pupils, black magic robe, and pale hand knife.
He is death, his eyes are death, his hair and clothes symbolize death, and the pale hand knife harvests life, but it is still death.
His whole body is dead.
To rush towards him is to rush towards death.
The sky gradually became darker.
The strong wind blew, and his hand moved.
The moving blood-red sword slashed through...
After parting with human body and life, what is left is red blood, white brain, broken limbs and dead bodies that are already cold.