Raising the Demon

Chapter 61 A Killing Is Not An Nengjue

Suddenly, he stopped and lowered his head.

A hand that was corroded by strong acid and ignited flames tightly grasped his ankle. His face, which had been distorted and deformed for a long time, could not be seen clearly, and he could not even open his eyes. But still holding the dagger stubbornly, he stabbed his ankle with a knife.

Before the dagger arrived, the sword light had already lit up again, and a large head rolled out, and the fire ignited, swallowing that head in an instant.

Fei Jianzi shook his head lightly. The bottom of his trousers was still stained with blood, which disgusted him more than strong acid.

After walking out of the fire, Fei Jianzi looked back, and he remembered that there was another person, but that person hadn't come out of the fire until now.

"Help...help...please...help me..." There was a cry of distress, and a man whose body was on fire slowly crawled out of the fire. His whole body was already dark, and he stretched out his hand desperately , for help.

Feijianzi strode over, looked down at the burning man on the ground, and asked coldly, "Say, who asked you to kill me?"

Judging from the ambush, the cook hiding in the kitchen should be the host. Fei Jianzi asked himself if he had never seen that person.

"Yes..." In the flames, the man struggled in pain, muttering inaudible words, even Yi Feijian couldn't hear clearly.

"Who is it?" Feijianzi asked in a deep voice.

"It's me!" Under the man, the steel knife he had been holding tightly was drawn from bottom to top, drawing a sharp arc.

Fei Jianzi had been on guard for a long time, the flying sword directly flew the steel knife, and then shot directly at the face of the man on the ground.

At this moment, the man suddenly turned around, the flying sword passed through his shoulder, and on the other side of his body, the short knife that had been pressed under him came out.

With a "click", the clip spring of the short knife was opened, and he wanted to draw it out, but his shoulder suddenly felt a sharp pain.

Unexpectedly... has no strength at all?
At that moment, Luo Qianshan was full of despair.

The series of murderous schemes that have been exhausted and carefully arranged have not even hurt a single hair of the other party.

Each of the four confidantes I brought along has a will to die.

But their deaths are meaningless.

And at the last moment, the last chance I got in exchange for my dignity, pride, and everything, unexpectedly...was I missed by myself?

He moved his body desperately, trying to pull out the waist knife village, at this moment, this knife was his only hope.

Zi Baifeng, don't lie to me, otherwise I won't let you off even if I'm a ghost!

His heart roared.

"Move, move, your damn arm, move!"

Feijianzi looked down at the struggling man. Although the man's face was covered with black ashes and his body was still burning with flames, he recognized him at that moment.

Some people can be recognized just by looking at them.

It was the general in Mengcheng Mansion, the general who was once nailed to death by himself.

But at this moment, he was so pitiful, wriggling on the ground like a bug, but was nailed to the ground by the flying sword, unable to move at all.

Blood gushed out from his shoulder like it was free, soaking half of his body, and even the flames were extinguished.But what can he do?Even if you pull out the knife, so what?
He watched the man struggling, wriggling, struggling like a poor wag.

Is this really the end of it?
Zi Baifeng, don't let me catch you under the nine springs!
Luo Qianshan closed his eyes, finally, did he still fail?

At this moment, he felt the steel knife in his hand move, and it was pulled out a little bit.

Just a trace.

However, no matter how much it is pulled out, the waist knife village that can only be pulled out once is being pulled out.

At that moment, Feijianzi felt the sound of reading aloud in his ears.

A clear voice recited loudly in his ears, nowhere in the surroundings, between heaven and earth, and in his heart.

Poems that have never been heard before, but each sentence has its charm.

"If blood is shed in vain, the artifact will never end."

"Kill people on the Liao River, and go back to the sun."

"Killing people is like cutting grass, and the drama and Meng travel together."

"Sure enough, Tian Chengzi, once he kills Lord Qi."

"Laughing to the end of a glass of wine, killing people in the city."

"Kill a person in ten steps, and never stay a thousand miles away."

"In September, the Xiongnu killed the frontier generals, and the Han army was completely wiped out on the Liao River."

"The murderous aura forms clouds at three o'clock, and the cold voice spreads Diao Dou overnight."

"Murderous intent rushes towards the gate, Hu Feng blows the edge of the moon every night."

"Shoot and kill General Huyan from the battalion, and lead the remnant soldiers back with a thousand horses alone."

But at the end of these lines, there was only one word, which was repeated over and over again.

"kill!"

"Kill kill!"

"Kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill!"

When he was assassinated just now, Fei Jianzi felt that he felt the malice from all over the world.

But now, he discovered what real malice is.

That malice did not come from anywhere else, but from the bottom of his heart, as if he was the one who deserved to be killed, the heinous sinner who would not be tolerated by heaven and earth!

Damn him!
He should be shredded into pieces!
He deserves to die without a place to bury him!

It's hard for him to live!If he doesn't die, whoever dies!

"Get out!" Feijianzi shook his head suddenly, his tongue burst into thunder, and he roared angrily.

The killing word in my mind was gone, but there was still a voice murmuring.

"Every life is bound to die, and an early end is not a matter of life.

Yesterday evening, we were both human beings, but today we are in Guilu.

What is the reason for the dispersion of soul energy?Dry shape to send empty wood.

Jiaoer asks her father to cry, and a good friend caresses me to cry.

Gains and losses are no longer known, right and wrong can be felt?
After thousands of years, who knows glory and disgrace. "

The voice was deep and low, it came from the person lying on his stomach, it was Luo Qianshan who was reciting, especially the waist knife.

After finishing the reading, Luo Qianshan raised his head, opened his eyes wide, and shouted angrily: "Death!"

A bright ray of light flew out from Luo Qianshan's arms and shot straight at Feijianzi's face.

Muramasa, the waist knife Muramasa.

Muramasa who can only be unsheathed once.

With a single strike, the King of Hades will demand his life!
dead!
At that moment, Zi Baifeng, who was giving a lecture in front of the blue stone, suddenly trembled and looked back.

At that moment, Fu Jun raised his head suddenly.

At that moment, the gentleman frowned.

At that moment, the old Taoists who were setting up the formation on the Niaoshu Mountain let go, and a jade stone fell into the dust.

that moment--

Between the sky and the earth, there was a thunderclap.

is a big death.

dead!
However, Feijianzi is not dead.

It was too late for Feijian to come back, but Feijianzi was not killed.

The moment Yaodao Village was flying towards the front door, Fei Jianzi bit the point of the knife with his iron teeth!
He is a genius rarely seen in a millennium in the Bird and Mouse Temple. He is the person whose master and senior brothers have high hopes that he can revitalize the Bird and Mouse Temple. He is a monk who has entered the temple in 30 years. die!

If his heart is as hard as a stone, his heart will not die, and people will not die!

There was a sweet smell in the mouth, and a thought flashed in Feijianzi's mind: "Poison!"

Ordinary poisons, such as arsenic, are not afraid of Feijianzi at all.

But this is not an ordinary poison, it is the most poisonous bamboo leaf green in the mountain, tempered by various methods of cultivating monsters, and spit out the poison.

The poisonous Qiu looked at each other and vibrated the golden ring, and the Suan Ni spit out his saliva.

Dip the poison of the green snake with a brush, and write it on the blade over and over again, a thousand times, ten thousand times, until the knife can hardly bear it.

This is a waist knife, but it is also a monster knife!

Yaodao Muramasa, Yaodao Muramasa!

It appeared just to kill people, and it was condensed by Zi Baifeng's lifelong malice and belief.

Who said that a scholar can't kill?
The ink pond flies out of the Beiming fish, and the stroke of the pen kills all the rabbits in Zhongshan!

Biting the blade, Fei Jianzi had tried his best, but he couldn't be unscathed.

The blade shattered, and then his mouth felt pain and numbness, and then the numbness spread instantly.

He knew that he was poisoned, and the poison was so violent that it was beyond imagination.

He immediately reached into his bosom, took out the panacea prepared by his senior brother, uncorked the bottle, and swallowed it all in one gulp.

A pill that can detoxify a hundred poisons, the brother once told him not to use it until the critical moment, after swallowing the whole bottle, it can only suppress the poison for a moment, but this moment is enough for him to kill the person in front of him people.

Stretching out his hand, the flying sword was pulled out from Luo Qianshan's shoulder, and then he pointed forward, and the flying sword flew out.

You let me die, and I let you die too!

I don't die, you die!

Luo Qianshan wanted to escape, but he couldn't move anymore.

He had lost too much blood, and he had no strength at all. No matter how strong his will was, he couldn't resist the weakness of his body. It was a miracle that he was still awake at this time.

If you die, you can die... It's a pity that you can't watch Fei Jianzi die.

But he could see Feijianzi's face.

His face was livid and purple, and he had already started to swell. His hand was stretched out, but it was shaking all the time.

He can't do it either.

Too bad I can't see it anymore.

Luo Qianshan greeted Fei Jian calmly, like an old official, a small soldier, like other brothers.

Thank you, Bai Feng.

I have died for what I deserve.

However, he didn't die either.

The moment Feijian approached him, he heard a cracking sound.

The sound of cracking sounded from his arms, and the sealant on the envelope that Zi Baifeng finally gave him broke.

The flat envelope seemed to hide the whole world in it. When the wax was broken, it exploded suddenly, and a ray of light shot out from it.

The light coiled in front of Luo Qianshan, turning into a sky-filled dragon.

yes dragon.

Big and small, black and white, yellow and green, red and purple.

All kinds of dragons, large and small.

Not a real dragon, but the word dragon.

Dragon characters written with various pigments, various pens and inks, and various fonts.

In an instant, the flying sword had shot into these dragon characters.

Immediately, as if something had been activated, those dragon characters instantly came to life, moving horizontally and vertically, as if they were stretching their muscles and bones.Then they rushed forward suddenly, winding towards the flying sword one by one.

At this moment, whoever dares to say that is a word, that is a dragon!
Big and small, black and white, yellow and green, red and purple!
dragon!
(End of this chapter)