Eight Hundred and Ninetieth Chapters 1 Knife

People of the older generation know that Horn used a handful of Qiu Yan when he entered the Netherworld Star and cut off the head of a ten-part warrior. The origin of this famous knife with an obvious oriental color has no way to be verified. All I know is that this famous knife looks like a broken blade without a collar, but in fact, extending from the snow-white broken blade is another blade as thin as a cicada's wing.

The saber body is as transparent, and you have to use a certain angle to vaguely see the slender saber body like a pool of autumn water.

Now that Qiu Yan reappeared, the entire hall was full of saber energy. Although Qiu Yan only has one handle, all the people in the hall, especially those with good combat power, can feel that the whole hall is full of huge energy. This air movement is not twisted into one strand as powerful as usual, but finely divided, like thousands of sharp knives swirling and whistling. That icy front, even someone as thick-skinned as Edric, couldn't help but shudder.

The fat man couldn't help secretly celebrating that he was finally on the right side just now, Qiu Yan's saber energy was strong, and he was just watching like this. The fat man didn't dare to imagine what it would be like for Valsheen, who bore the brunt of the attack, he asked himself if he would change places with the killer. Horn didn't need to use the knife, the fat on his body must have been cut into pieces by the knife, right?

Just as he was thinking this way, Horn looked this way intentionally or unintentionally, and Edric's fat body trembled even more.

Autumn falls to the ground, and the saber energy rises instead of falling.

There were cracks in the suit on Valsheen's body.

The killer yelled loudly for the first time, raised his hands, and his aura was like a raging flood, pushing up layer by layer. He was about to unleash his ultimate move, but out of the corner of his eyes, he saw Horn's hand move, Qiu Yan slanted upwards, and he did it with a single stroke.

The hall was dimmed.

A bright streamer of light flashed across the space, the color of the light was golden, like a ray of sunshine in autumn. Qiuyang is not as strong as Xiayang, but it is warm and permeates everything. In an instant, the hall was full of autumn colors, like the afternoon sunshine on an autumn day.

The huge aura gathered by Valsheen was at a loss.

The killer let out a muffled grunt, quickly backed up, crashed out of the window, and disappeared from everyone's sight in a blink of an eye.

Horn didn't go after her either, but just took Qiu Yan back. When the famous knife fell, there was a rumbling sound in the hall, and a crack split the building obliquely. The building vibrated and slid down, collapsed to the ground, and exploded into hundreds of tons of rubble. Amidst the hustle and bustle, there was a lot of crying and shouting downstairs, but there was no sound upstairs.

Qiu Yan's knife is so powerful. From this knife, everyone in the hall can probably see Horn's outstanding demeanor when he was killing enemies on the star of the underworld with Qiu Yan.

The roads in the casino extend in all directions, and there are many viaducts and tunnels. Not far from Jinfan,

There is an underground tunnel. On the top of this tunnel is a main road of the city, which is full of traffic on weekdays, so the tunnel is naturally used as a pedestrian service. It's just that those who have won the casino, who is not the owner of the rich or the expensive. Speeding cars are used to commute, and even small flying ships haunt the casino, so these pedestrian passages lose their effect.

In the tunnel, a large piece of purple light suddenly lit up at one end. Old Baker flitted through the tunnel in a state of embarrassment, dripping with blood all the way. He suddenly heard footsteps behind him, and when he looked back, he saw a blue thunder rushing towards him in a menacing manner. Old Baker reluctantly turned his body sideways, and the green thunder brushed past his shoulder, plowing out a groove of blood immediately. This Qinglei was very domineering, but after injuring the enemy, hundreds of thousands of electric wires exploded, so the wound on Old Baker's shoulder immediately expanded, and the blood spattered like rain, and the pain made him almost faint. He leaned against the wall for breath, and just as Horn said, the butcher was old.

Seeing that the thunder and lightning slowed down, the old Baker was aroused fiercely. A pair of palms as thin as chicken feet turned up and up, supporting Zi Yan to push away the thunder and lightning, and condensed into a vicious purple python. Looking at the fire python that simulated the source of power, Lei Dian raised his hand and waved it down. The flame python was cut into two straightforwardly. The severed flame python could no longer maintain its shape, scattered into purple flames, and exploded continuously, reflecting the entire tunnel in a rich purple light.

Old Baker looked at his hands in disbelief.

"Do you feel that the source power is unsustainable?" Lei Dian looked at him jokingly and said, "I remember that you once cooperated with Maine, and you want to use the dissociation liquid to assassinate Mr. Horn?"

Old Baker's pupils narrowed.

Lei Dian nodded: "That's right, I bought some people from the Main Factory and got some from them. Of course, they have all entered your stomach now. I'm just afraid that you will find out that you don't use much each time. After all these years , Master Baker seldom makes a move, even if you bump into it, I will solve it for you. So, master, you should have realized now that your source power is not much left, right?"

"You...you bastard did such a thing!" Old Baker's voice trembled, and he was reminded by Thunder that he remembered a trip half a year ago. He was blocked on the road by a powerful enemy. At that time, his subordinates were almost dead. Old Baker originally planned to take action himself, but Lei Dian repelled the gang of enemies despite being seriously injured. At that time, he thought it was Lei Dian's loyalty, but thinking about it now, it should be because the kid didn't want him to find out that his source power had fallen in advance.

All just for today.

Old Baker laughed: "You can bear it enough, but it's a pity that there are not one thousand but eight hundred people who died in my hands. I don't even know who your father is. Bitch, you want to kill me? Then come here Bar."

"You don't need to tell me, I will do the same." Lei Dian took a deep breath, took a step forward, and rushed towards Old Baker with a few cyan electric snakes.

The old Baker hammered the ground with both fists, smashing out two winding purple flames along the ground and bombarding the thunder and lightning.

Thunder jumped up, avoiding a pair of purple snakes that exploded from the ground.

Slash in mid-air.

Old Baker raised his hand and danced out rounds of purple flames, which bombarded Lei Dian's blue light saber like cannonballs, dispersing them vigorously.

Thunder and lightning landed, rolled, and bounced. With one lunge, he had already rushed to the old man. Handing the Thunder Knife in his palm, Lei Dian showed no sadness or joy on his face.

Old Baker shouted loudly, ignoring the knife, and put his fists on Lei Dian's chest. Thunderbolt didn't fly out as he expected, but grabbed the old man's thin shoulder with one hand, and slammed into the old man's arms. The knife stabbed out from the back of the old Baker, and the old man's blood gushed out like a fountain. Lei Dian himself was bleeding from seven holes, but he didn't relax, he still wrapped his arms around the old man's head, and pulled hard again. Hearing a click on his neck, Lei Dian was relieved.

He let go of Old Baker staggeringly, and the ten-year blood feud will be avenged in one day. But it was not as smooth as he had imagined, only a bit of inexplicable melancholy. Lei Dian first laughed, then cried, and finally there was no sound in the tunnel. He silently pulled up Old Baker's neckline, and dragged the ruthless man known as the butcher in his youth out of the tunnel like a dead dog.

When the old Baker's body was thrown at Horn's feet, Horn sighed. Looking at the man who couldn't tell whether it was blood or tears on his face, he said, "You are free."

Lei Dian just nodded, wiped off the blood on his face, and solemnly bowed to Horn. Then he turned around without any hesitation and walked away.

Is he free?

Who can tell.

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