desert.

The lonely smoke in the desert is straight, and the sun sets in the long river. The person who wrote this poem must not have written it in this desert.

——Because there is no such spectacular scene in this desert at all.

Remaining blood.

Only residual blood.

The sunset is like remaining blood.

Now the sun is about to set completely.

The weather in the desert immediately shines from the sunshine, the heat waves surging, becoming cold and desolate, dark and faint.

The cactus was dyed with the afterglow of the sunset into a brown color like dry blood, with bright green no longer there, leaving only endless loneliness and confusion.

The temperature in the desert suddenly became cold.

The temperature of the sand under your feet is also decreasing.

Bang.

A man in black fell down with a bang and fell on the gradually cold sand.

This is the seventh person from the Ministry of Justice killed by Li Bufu in the desert.

He was ruthless in dealing with the people who were chasing him, and he would always kill his life with one knife!

Li Bufu raised his head and looked at the setting sun. He knew it was too late and the night was about to enter, so he was about to turn back.

At this moment, another person came over from a distance.

This person is very slow, very careful, walking over step by step.

Li Bufu saw him, and he also saw Li Bufu.

Li Bufu put the knife into the sheath, stood still, waiting for his arrival.

When he got closer, Li Bufu saw that the man's knife was no longer in the scabbard, but in his hand.

His hands kept trembling, and the blade continued to tremble along the track of his hands.

It looked like his hands and blades were dancing together.

It is by no means a tremor of fear and fear, but excitement and tension.

——Are you always a little nervous before a person wants to kill someone?

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Li Bufu has seen his face clearly.

The wrinkles on this face are covered with wind and frost, just like the old rock weathered in the desert.

But his hands holding the knife were as delicate as a girl.

He walked five feet in front of Li Bufu and stopped, his hands slowly calmed down and no longer trembled.

Li Bufu suddenly asked, "How many years have you been practicing knife?"

"I am forty-five years old, but I have been practicing swords for at least forty years!"

Li Bufu didn't expect that he was only forty-five years old, and he looked much older than he was.

"Are you a member of the Ministry of Justice?"

"I'm not talented, I'm the chief deacon of the Ministry of Justice."

"What the general deacon means is that your sword technique is even more powerful than other deacons in total?"

Li Bufu glanced at another "deacon of the Ministry of Justice" who was lying on the ground and would never wake up.

"I dare not take it. My sword technique is only worth a Jiang Duanxian."

"Who is Jiang Duanxian?"

"Jiang Duanxian is me!"

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Jiang Duanxian, male, forty-five years old, is the youngest general deacon in history in the Ministry of Justice. He was appointed at the age of 21. Any major red gap was assigned by him to execute the execution. In order to alleviate the pain of the execution of those who were executed, the family members of the prisoner would give him a generous gift in private.

He never used one knife to kill someone, and with a quick knife, he would never make a second knife!

Therefore, everyone from all over the Ministry of Justice called him "Jiang Yidao".

He was originally an executioner, but the knife he used was not the "ghost-headed sword" used by ordinary executioners.

The knife he used was narrow, thin as paper, not thick on the back, not wide on the head, but specialty in the handle, and can be held with both hands.

He was holding the knife with both hands at this time.

Li Bufu asked, "I saw your hands trembling just now."

Jiang Duanxian said: "Yes! My hands rarely shake."

Li Bufu said, "When will it shake?"

Jiang Duanxian said: "When I met another peerless master who uses a knife!"

Li Bufu stared at Jiang Duanxian.

Jiang Duanxian suddenly said, "Have you ever heard of a person in Zheng State in the Spring and Autumn Period, called Gongzi Song?"

Li Bufu said: "I'm sorry I haven't heard of it."

Jiang Duanxian said: "Every time he encounters food, his index finger will tremble waves, as if reminding him. So there was a saying later that was called 'index fingers', which came from this person."

Li Bufu said, "I understand."

Jiang Duanxian said: "What do you understand?"

Li Bufu said: "Although you have killed countless people, killing people is still an exciting thing for you. It's like a gourmet encountering delicious food, so your hands will tremble."

Jiang Duanxian actually nodded slowly and said, "My experience in killing may be more than that of the gourmets in food."

Jiang Duanxian is an executioner. His sword skills have had countless experiences in killing people. Perhaps there are people in this world who have higher sword skills than him. But almost no one knows how to kill people with a knife better than him.

Li Bufu said: "What habits do you usually have before killing?"

Jiang Duanxian said slowly: "I usually find someone to test the knife first."

He only made one kill, so "testing a knife" means "killing". There will always be someone who will die under his knife in advance!

Li Bufu said, "I'll help you test the knife, okay?"

Jiang Duanxian said, "You can't."

"You are the one I want to kill, so you can't help me test the knife."

Li Bufu sighed, "Then I have to let you try my knife!"

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The knife is in the air.

The deer-cutting knife is reflected by the sad and beautiful sunset, and it seems that red blood flows faintly on the surface of the knife, and it becomes indescribable strangeness.

This knife suddenly became less like a deer-cutting knife.

It's more like another knife that Li Bufu used to use.

Blood Knife!

The Blood Knife is specially used by the Blood Knife Sect to use the "Blood Knife Skill". Using that knife to use the sword technique recorded in the "Blood Knife Sutra" is often more successful and easy to use.

Unfortunately, the knife was lost by Li Bufu at the foot of Mount Hua, and he was not found again later.

But at this moment, when Li Bufu pulled out the deer-cutting knife, he suddenly felt like he was holding the blood knife, that kind of feeling that he had not been missing for a long time.

It is not that the "deer-cutting knife" is not as good as the "blood knife", but that the two are different.

——Different means different. Even though Li Bufu can't tell where the two are different, they are indeed different.

Jiang Duanxian also felt differently.

When Li Bufu held the knife, he immediately felt different.

The knife in Li Bufu's hand actually gave him a great pressure, which was a feeling he had never felt before. In any previous duel, even if he faced life and death, he had never felt this pressure.

As the top swordsman of the world, he could see at a glance that the knife in Li Bufu's hand was a good knife that was hard to find in the world and unparalleled.

Is this the source of his pressure?

In fact, the Bailian Jingjian knife in Jiang Duanxian's hand is no worse than Li Bufu's. At least so far, only a few people in the world can master the unique method of creating this knife.

This knife never disappointed Jiang Duanxian.

throat!

When Jiang Duanxian thought of this, his sword had also attacked!

Sink your waist and cross the knife.

Bend the elbow backhand, push the blade outward.

The moment the knife was pushed out, the blood-red light of the setting sun just covered the entire desert!
Chapter completed!