The water will flow even more when the knife is cut off, and the sorrow will be relieved by a toast. The wind-breaking water-breaking spirit blade is made of a whole piece of emerald jade. It is as thin as paper, and it is sharp and gold-cut. It is one foot, three inches and seven cents long. The blade is engraved with a line of small seals, "The goodness is like water."
It has been 13 years since Zhufeng joined Suomingmen. Drinking blood still remembers that he was still Suomen's new silver knife at that time, and Zhufeng was just an eight-year-old child. The master of Shenbingtang searched every corner and finally found this jade sword for him. From then on, for thirteen years, he drove the wind and water and cut the dust, and the enemy was frightened wherever he went.
Zhufeng's body style is first-class in Suomen, and he even dared not underestimate the blood. This water-breaking knife combined with Zhufeng's long-trained water-breaking knife technique can indeed explode astonishing destructive power. To say that the method of practicing the sword by wind is different from that of others. He does not pay attention to the moves, let alone the heart. The whole set of water-breaking knife method is only one word, fast. That's right, since people can chase the wind, why can't the water be cut off by the knife
The fast knife cuts messy hemp is a sharp point. As for the water-breaking knife that is as thin as paper, this cutting word is not suitable, and the water-breaking knife is more suitable for cutting. When practicing the knife, choose an extremely flat ground, stand on the ground with a wooden stick with flat ends, hold the knife with one hand, if you can cut the wooden stick in two without falling, it will be great. The key here is a quick word, as long as it is fast enough, the blade can not drive the vibration of the wooden stick when it is ejected, the blade is flat like a mirror, and the blade's shadow is like a butterfly wing. In order to achieve this state, Zhufeng really worked hard. He could slice a slap-thick white dry piece into fifty layers, and cut the raised rope into four equal lengths.
Such an opponent can't be underestimated by anyone. Although drinking blood is a golden sword, it is not necessarily much higher than these juniors. What's more, this is not a matter of kung fu at all, there are many stories that have to be told between chasing the wind and drinking blood. Facing the oncoming blade, the blood-drinking heart was startled, and finally remembered that unforgettable past.
Eight years ago, drinking blood was not a golden swordsman who screamed at the door. He still didn't know what the rivers and lakes were and what troubles were. He only knows that after each mission, he can take a hot bath, drink a pot of fine flower sculptures, and then sleep beautifully. This is the meaning of life and the interpretation of happiness. Forgot to say that drinking blood is from Shaoxing and has a soft spot for Huadiao.
Always follow the tasks that are not challenging, the young and energetic drinking blood is a little bored, kills a reporter who is trying to expose the truth for a fat-minded mine owner, accepts the entrustment of public opinion to send a guy who likes to abuse children to hell, and learn about one by himself. The senator even killed a Tibetan mastiff because it was too disturbing to the people.
"What are the tasks these days, there is no head of state, business tycoons let us try knives? All these trivial things all day long, what kind of passion is there." Yin Xue complained to the host in dissatisfaction.
"Hmph, aren't the wings hard? You're not too short when you come to the door, but you never missed it. There is a big job here, do you dare to take it?" After reading the folded envelope, drinking blood knew that it contained all the information of the target.
"That said, I must pick it up, Boss, when this order is over, don't forget to give me a flower sculpture like the last time! The last time I gave it is finished." Drinking blood grabbed the envelope and opened it. Talking on one side.
"Don't worry, if you finish this order, I'm afraid you will have all the flower carvings in this life." The sect master's words seemed to be a joke, but the helplessness in his eyes was real.
"Kill me! Cut off this guy's head again! Let's do it!" Drinking blood yelled at the young man in front of him, and his heart's disappointment couldn't be added. Who let himself be so careless that he actually hit the enemy's anesthesia needle at the last moment! The target is a drug lord who wanders in Latin America all year round. Although he is heavily guarded around him, he still allows the blood to seize the flaw. He took a knife and a punch, and successfully drank blood to kill the drug lords. Whoever believed that the wind and waves had come, but he did not escape an innocuous anesthetic needle. It was this needle that made the blood drink. Lost resistance, like a newborn baby, became a bargaining chip in the hands of drug lords.
Suomen's rule has always been to work in pairs. If one fails, the other considers whether to continue the task or return to the headquarters to report the situation. It was Zhufeng who followed that day. He was still a child, and the knife in his hand trembled slightly.
"Don't forget, we are killers! I have no regrets if I can die in your hands!" Drinking blood roared and Ling Zhufeng did it. It only takes one knife, one knife. Let the water pass through his throat, and instantly tear the carotid artery of the drug lord, how perfect it is! I have never failed by drinking blood, even if I die, there will be no failure!
Zhu Feng cautiously held the knife and stared at the drug lord intently. His eyes focused on his pinhole-filled right arm. It was this right arm that had choked the blood-drinking throat. The drug lord had red eyes and his left hand was waving. The U.S. military standard jungle dagger, ordered the wind to let down the weapon.
"Hands! What's there to hesitate! You are a killer, so you shouldn't hesitate! Don't forget to bring my knife when you leave!" The sound of drinking blood was unusually calm. He was not afraid of death, he was not afraid of it for a long time. . After slaughtering the lovely twin sisters personally and having a nightmare for three months, death was a rare relief for him. With just one knife, after one knife, I can make atonement for those who should and shouldn't be killed in these years. Wait for me, my old friends. Goodbye, my old friends.
"I can't get down, I want to save you." Zhufeng told Yinxue his decision with his eyes, so Yinxue could only watch Zhufeng put down the knife in his hand in despair, leaving the drug lord's men tied up. Hands, and then slowly walked towards the drug lord. The dagger in the drug lord's hand accurately plunged into the abdominal cavity of Zhufeng, and he certainly would not let this fool who overflowed with love.
"Don't! Don't come over! Are you crazy! Do you want to die here with me!" Drinking blood screamed as the dagger pierced into the abdominal cavity of Zhufeng, and the dark red blood flowed out along the knife. The drug lord laughed wildly and pushed the immovable blood drink aside, raised his leg and kicked Zhufeng to the ground, cruelly stirring the dagger with his right hand, watching the painful squirming of Zhufeng on the ground, of course, he could still appreciate the blood and tearing heart. Howl of split lung.
"No!" Two lines of blood and tears slowly fell down the cheeks, drinking blood and crying, this silly boy, what is this for! As a killer, executing orders, completing tasks, and abandoning personal feelings, this is all he has! Instead of throwing down your weapons like this big fool, letting the enemy slaughter you!