The Merry Evil Emperor of Another World

Chapter 704 The Butcher Knife of Death!

Volume 7 Rising Storm Chapter [-] The Butcher's Knife of Death!

What is the most suitable cold weapon for killing on the battlefield?
It can't be a sword. Although the sword is the king of weapons, it is somewhat flashy.

stick?Sweeping a large area with a stick, although he has a heroic spirit, it is not suitable for killing people.

On the battlefield, the most widely used weapons for beheading enemies are guns and knives.

The gun, the gun picks a line, the spear is in hand, and there are thousands of troops and horses, I will go!
But in terms of widespread use, these weapons are not as good as knives.

Whether it is nail clippers for manicure, scissors for daily life, kitchen knives for cutting vegetables, or fruit knives for peeling fruits, they all evolved from knives.

The knife is a weapon famous for its vigor, heroism, and swing like a tiger. It ranks first among the eighteen weapons.

Zheng Shiyuan, a poet of the Qing Dynasty, described it like this: "Autumn water flies on both wrists, and ice flowers are scattered all over the body. The soft look surrounds the limbs, and the slenderness does not move the dust. The silver sea is shimmering, and the moon is rolling around. Murderous aura rises, ghosts and gods weep with cold light. After the dance, I return to my purple sleeves, Xiao Sa fills Cangmin."

According to "Explanation of Names": "Knife, to also. To cut it is to strike it."

As the saying goes: "A sword is worn by a gentleman, but a sword is worn by a chivalrous man."This is more or less raising the sword and suppressing the knife.In fact, Dao's brave and unrestrained character still attracts many people.

At this moment, the man in black robe standing in front of everyone didn't have a knife in his hand, but his whole body was filled with the aura of a knife.

This is a knife that will never return without seeing blood.

He used his hands instead of knives. His hands were very slender and fair, like a woman's hands, but no one would appreciate his hands at the moment.

Because it was this hand that had killed more than a dozen black iron swordsmen and silver swordsmen in an instant.

There are a total of 58 swordsmen here.

Among them, 38 are black iron swordsmen, fifteen are silver swordsmen, and five are gold swordsmen.

So far, none of the five golden swordsmen have made a move. It's not that they don't want to do it, but that they dare not do it. They are tightly surrounded by a man and a woman in the encirclement. Their swords are obviously trembling, and the five-colored light is burning crazily. Thinking, they are hating, why can't their own strength be higher.

A black shadow flashed past, a blood-red knife swept across, and the ground was covered with red and white liquid.

There's blood and brains here.

The man in black still just pointed at everyone with his right hand, and let out a creepy and evil laugh under the black jumpsuit.

Whether it is a black iron swordsman or a silver swordsman, he is always just one move, one knife.

Just a knife, just a knife.

The blood-red light pierced the sky and slashed down fiercely. With this knife, the light of the knife was like a rainbow penetrating the sun, dazzling and colorful;

Everything in the world seems to have lost its brilliance, and the world seems to exist only for this knife!
This is the real knife, no other knife can compare with the one hand and the other knife of the man in black at this time.

No matter how beautiful something is, it can never hide the killing intent behind its magnificence.

Yes, although this knife is very beautiful, but it is full of murderous intent when it is slashed.

The blood-red light scorched people's eyes, and the sun in the sky might not be as strong as the light on this knife.

The knife falls, parting.

When the knife is cut out, the parting is not only the knife mang, but also the human body, the parting of the body, the parting of life...

Remnants, blood, brains, and corpses are all over the place...

The man in black floated in mid-air as if he was weightless, his hands were still so white and slender.

The white hands, the black magic robe, the corpses all over the ground, the fear, fear, and the trembling long sword on the opposite side, weaving a strange picture.

Before I knew it, it was already sunset in the afternoon.

He was the only one under the setting sun, as if he was the only one left in the world.

The blood-red light, the blood-red knife mang.

The hand that was originally fair looks so pale at this moment...

Paleness and pitch black are the colors closest to death!
Isn't death the very limit of emptiness and loneliness.

His left hand slowly stretched out from the large black magic robe, the hand was also so white, so slender, and it moved.

He slowly stroked the large hoodie he was wearing on his head, and said in a low and slightly magnetic voice, "Do you want to know who I am?"

The slightly magnetic low voice reached the ears of every swordsman of the Azure Dragon Mercenary Group, as if they heard the call of death.

His body fell slowly, and the ground was originally full of blood and stumped corpses were all pushed away by a layer of blood-red light. Every time he took a step, everyone's hearts were beating heavily.

This is a pace that beats the hearts of everyone, and the atmosphere is very heavy.

He just kept walking like this, walking slowly, without stopping, the knife in his right hand was so pale under the setting sun, no one knew whose body and life he would part with the next knife.

Everyone held their trembling long swords and continuously released all the battle energy in their bodies. They knew that at least at this critical moment, they must not lose to the man in black in terms of momentum, otherwise no one would leave here alive.

It moved, and the remaining five golden swordsmen moved, and they moved together.

Dou Qi surged like a tide, and with a loud roar, they swung their swords to kill the man in black.

They didn't have any communication. At this critical moment, they knew that only attacking was the only way out. If they didn't move, they would just wait for death for no reason.

The trembling black iron swordsmen and silver swordsmen seemed to have found their backbone at this moment. Seeing that the five strongest golden swordsmen among them made a move, they also roared loudly, as if they could shake the fear in their hearts. Like expelling all of them, he raised his long sword, summoned the remaining fighting spirit, and killed the black-robed man.

The man in black robe walking opposite, with his left hand tore off the hat on his head, the long black hair exposed like a waterfall came into view, and the dark pupils swept deep and coldly towards the person rushing towards him. Everyone, under the tall nose, is a slanted mouth. He just 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 that pale hand knife.

He is death, there is death in his eyes, hair and clothes symbolize death, the pale hand knife harvests life, it is still death.

His whole being is death.

To rush to him is to rush to death.

It was getting dark.

The strong wind blew, and the knife in his hand moved.

The heart-stirring blood-red knife cut across...

After saying goodbye to the human body and life, what was left behind was red blood, white brains, broken limbs, and dead bodies lying on the ground already frozen through the cold.

(End of this chapter)