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Volume 1, Yan Cunzheng, Chapter 63: An Neng realizes the right and wrong of a killing

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    Suddenly, he stopped and lowered his head.  A hand corroded by strong acid and ignited with flames tightly grasped his ankle. The face that had been distorted and deformed could no longer be seen clearly, and he could not even open his eyes, but that person - the young waiter in the shop  But he still stubbornly held the dagger and stabbed it into his ankle.  Before the dagger arrived, the sword light had already lit up again, and a big head rolled out. The fire ignited and swallowed the head instantly.  Fei Jianzi shook his head slightly. After all, the legs of his trousers were still stained with blood. This disgusted him more than the strong acid.  After walking out of the fire scene, Fei Jianzi looked back. He remembered that there was another person, but that person had not come out of the fire scene yet.  "Helphelppleasehelp me" A painful cry for help sounded, and a man whose whole body was on fire slowly climbed out of the fire. His whole body was already dark, and he desperately stretched out his hand to Feijianzi.  , asking for help.  Fei Jianzi strode over, looked down at the burning man on the ground, and asked in a cold voice: "Tell me, who asked you to kill me?" Judging from the ambush, the cook hiding in the kitchen should be the host  Otherwise, Fei Jianzi asked himself that he had never seen that person.  "Yes" In the flames, the man was struggling painfully, muttering inaudible words that even with non-Jianzi's ears could not hear clearly.  "Who is it?" Fei Jianzi asked in a deep voice.  "It's me!" Under the man, the steel knife he had been holding tightly drew out from bottom to top, drawing a sharp arc.  Fei Jianzi had been on guard for a long time, and the flying sword directly deflected the steel knife, and then hit the man on the ground directly in the face.  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 suppressed under him came out.  With a "click", the circlip of the short knife was opened. I wanted to draw the knife out, but my shoulder suddenly felt a sharp pain.  Even  is there any slightest strength?  At that moment, Luo Qianshan was filled with despair. ?????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????? out of a series of murderous plans, but not even a single hair on the opponent was harmed.  Each of the four confidants he brought with him is already determined to die.  But their deaths are meaningless.  And at the last moment, the last opportunity that I fought for my dignity, fought for my pride, and fought for everything for, actually was missed by me?  He moved desperately, trying to pull out the Muramasa sword. At this moment, this sword was his only hope.  Zi Baifeng, please don¡¯t lie to me, otherwise I won¡¯t let you go even if I¡¯m a ghost!  He yelled in his heart.  "Move, move, your damn arm, move it!" Fei Jianzi lowered his head and looked at the struggling man. Although the man's face was covered with black ash and his body was still burning with flames, at that moment, he  But he recognized this person.  ??Some people can be recognized just by looking at their eyes.  It¡¯s the military commander from Mengcheng Mansion, the military commander who was once crucified to death by him.  At this moment, he was so pitiful, squirming on the ground like a bug, but was nailed to the ground by the flying sword, unable to move at all.  Blood spurted out from his shoulder as if it was free of charge, soaking half of his body, and even the flames were suppressed.  But what can he do?  Even if you pull out the knife, so what?  He watched the man struggle and squirm, struggling like a wretch wagging his tail and begging for mercy.  Is it really going to end here?  "Zi Baifeng, don't let me catch you under Jiuquan!"  Luo Qianshan closed his eyes. Finally, did he still fail?  At this moment, he felt the steel knife in his hand move, and a thread was pulled out.  Just a trace.  However, no matter how many times it was pulled out, the waist sword Muramasa could only be pulled out once.  At that moment, Fei Jianzi felt the loud sound of reading ringing in his ears.  A clear voice was chanting loudly in his ears, somewhere around him, between heaven and earth, and in his heart.  I have never heard of poems before, but each sentence has its own charm.  "The blood of a human being is shed in vain, but the divine weapon will eventually become useless." "Killing people are like cutting grass, and Jing Meng is traveling with them." "As expected, Tian Chengzi, once he kills Qi Jun." "I will laugh all my life.  A glass of wine, in the city of murder. "Killing one person in ten steps, a thousand miles."?Leave a line.  " "In September, the Xiongnu killed the border generals, and the Han army was completely wiped out on the Liao River.  " "Murderous aura forms clouds at three o'clock, and cold sounds spread throughout the night.  " "Murderous intent rushes towards the gate, and Hu Feng blows the moon every night.  " "Surprised the camp and shot General Huyan, and led the remaining soldiers back with thousands of cavalry.  "But these verses, at the end, only have one word, which is chanted over and over again. "Kill!  " " Kill!  " "Kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill!  "When he was assassinated just now, Fei Jianzi felt that he felt malice from all over the world. But now, he discovered what the real malice was. That malice did not come from elsewhere, but from the bottom of his heart. It seemed that  He is the one who deserves to be killed, the sinner who deserves to be killed! He deserves to be cut into pieces! He will not be tolerated even if he is alive! "Get out!"  " Fei Jianzi shook his head suddenly, his tongue exploded with spring thunder, and he roared. The word "kill" in his mind was gone, but there was still a voice murmuring. "Every life must lead to death, and it is not destiny to die early.  We were both human beings last night, but now we are in Guilu.  Why is the soul energy scattered?  The dead shape sends empty wood.  Jiaoer cried, Liangyou stroked me crying. ????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????? Gains and losses are no longer known, how can we know right and wrong?  After thousands of years, who knows the honor and disgrace.  "The low voice came from the person lying underneath him. It was Luo Qianshan who was thinking about it, and it was the waist knife that was thinking about it. After finishing reading, Luo Qianshan raised his head, his eyes wide open, and his mouth was filled with anger.  He shouted: ¡°Death!  " A bright ray of light flew out from Luo Qianshan's arms and shot directly at Fei Jianzi's face. Muramasa, Muramasa, the waist sword. Muramasa can only unsheath it once. With one strike, the King of Hell demands his life! Death!  At that moment, Zi Baifeng, who was giving a lecture in front of the blue stone, suddenly trembled and looked back. At that moment, Mr. Fu suddenly raised his head. At that moment, the veteran Taoist warriors on the Bird Mouse Mountain were setting up.  A piece of jade fell into the dust. At that moment, there was a big thunder. But Fei Jianzi was not dead, but Fei Jianzi was not dead.  But he was not killed. The moment Yaodao Cunzheng was flying towards the door, Fei Jianzi bit the tip of the knife with one bite!  I have high hopes that the person who can revitalize the Bird and Rat Temple is a monk who has been in the church for thirty years. He cannot die like this, and he will not die like this! If his heart is as stone, he will not die!  With the sweet and fishy smell, a thought flashed through Fei Jianzi's mind: "Poison!  " Ordinary poisons, such as arsenic, are not afraid of Fei Jiazi at all. " But this is not an ordinary poison, but the most poisonous bamboo leaf green in the mountain, which has been tempered by various techniques of raising demons, and spits out the poison. " Poisonous Qiu looks at each other  The vibrating gold ring, the Suan Ni Qi salivated, dipped the brush into the poison of the green snake, and wrote it on the blade over and over again, thousands of times, thousands of times, until the knife was almost unbearable. This is a waist knife, but it is even more powerful.  It's a demon sword! The demon sword Muramasa! It appears just to kill people. It's the result of Zi Baifeng's lifelong malice and belief.  Jin Zhongshan Hare bit the blade, and Fei Jianzi tried his best, but it was impossible for him to be unscathed, and then there was a pain and numbness in his mouth, and then the numbness spread instantly.  He was poisoned. The toxicity was beyond imagination. He immediately reached into his arms, took out the elixir prepared by his senior brother, uncorked the bottle, and swallowed it all in one gulp.  He was warned not to use it until the critical moment. After swallowing the whole bottle, it was only able to suppress the poison for a moment, but this moment was enough for him to kill the person in front of him. With a stretch of his hand, the flying sword flew from Luo Qianshan.  He pulled out his shoulder, then pointed forward, and the flying sword flew out.Die, I will let you die too!  If I don¡¯t die, you die!  Luo Qianshan wanted to hide away, but he couldn't move anymore.  He lost too much blood and had no strength at all. No matter how strong his will was, he could not resist the weakness of his body. It was a miracle that he was still awake at this time.  If you die, just die It's a pity that you can't watch Fei Jianzi die.  But he could see Fei Jianzi¡¯s face.  His complexion was livid and purple, and he had begun to swell. He stretched out his hand, but it kept shaking.  He is no longer able to survive.  It¡¯s a pity that I can¡¯t see it.  Luo Qianshan welcomed Feijian calmly, like an old official, a young soldier, like other brothers.  Thank you, Bo Feng.  I have deserved my death.  "But he's not dead either.  The moment the flying sword approached, he heard a cracking sound.  A cracking sound came from his arms, and the seal of the envelope that Zi Baifeng finally gave him cracked.  The flat envelope seemed to contain the entire world. When the paint was broken off, it suddenly exploded, and a ray of light shot out.  The light circled in front of Luo Qianshan and turned into dragons filling the sky.  Yes, dragon.  Big ones, small ones, black ones, white ones, yellow ones, green ones, red ones and purple ones.  There are all kinds of dragons, big and small.  It¡¯s not a real dragon, but the word dragon.  The word "dragon" is written with various paints, various pens and inks, and various fonts.  In an instant, the flying sword had shot into these dragon characters.  Suddenly, as if something was activated, those dragon characters came to life instantly, moving horizontally and vertically, as if they were stretching their muscles.  Then they suddenly jumped forward, one by one, winding their way towards the flying sword.  At this moment, who dares to say that it is a word, it is a dragon!  Big ones, small ones, black ones, white ones, yellow ones, green ones, red ones and purple ones!     dragon!
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