The Broken Knife Is Hopeless? Start With The Fusion Of The Demonic Knife Thousand Blades

"What are you doing? Are we familiar with each other?"

Black Soul slapped the hand on his shoulder away in disgust.

Who is this? He has no sense of boundaries at all.

"Hey, I was impatient. I'm sorry."

The European and American man laughed a few times in apology, and then took out a card from his inner pocket as if he suddenly remembered something.

"Brother, are you interested in finding out?"

Black Soul took a look at the information on the card and found that there was something wrong with this man who gave his business card the backside up.

Don’t serious people always put things face up so that people can see the theme clearly?

After taking the card, the European and American man glanced at it, said nothing more, turned around, lowered his neck, and disappeared into the crowd.

Black Soul didn't pay attention, and opened the front of the card with a slight movement of his fingers.

[Go to the Welsh Men’s Bar to release your inner self and find yourself]

【Contact number 536******】

Black Soul looked at him with disgust and threw him away, as if he was holding something particularly dirty in his hand.

"Damn, damn, I heard that gay people are rampant here, but I didn't expect it to be so prevalent. It's bad luck, really bad luck."

That's right, the card the man gave him just now was from a Ji Lao bar. No wonder he came up and said some inexplicable words. It turned out that this guy was an inexplicable person.

Black Soul put on his hood and took the initiative to erase the memory of just now. He was going to the mafia headquarters and was really in no mood to care about these guys.

After walking for a while, Black Soul came to a palace decorated with dazzling colors that resembled a Catholic church.

This palace is located in the outer area of ​​​​the capital of the Lighthouse Country. It was originally a village hundreds of years ago. Later, it was spotted by the mafia boss and paid for it, and the mafia palace in front of you was built.

You must know that space technology is controlled by only the two assassin organizations of Qisemen and Yamadian, and the other assassin organizations are completely unqualified to have access to it.

The value of this secret method can no longer be described as priceless. It can be said that it does not even have a hand copy, and is only recorded in the head of the head for generations.

Moreover, the cultivation method is extremely difficult. So far, no master has mastered this secret method in more than five hundred years.

Only the leader of the Seven Color Sect, the Seven Kills, has a high level of understanding, but he can barely observe how to perform small secret attacks.

Black Soul looked at the extremely high gate in front of him. The gate was inlaid with various valuable gems, agate, and gold.

The most eye-catching and expensive one is the blue-green glasses on the door.

"These eyes are indeed extraordinary. Just looking directly at him gave me the illusion of a faint chill in my back. Good thing. It would be great if I could pry away the Yama Palace later." Black Soul said in his heart.

He raised his hand and knocked on the palace door.

Boom ~ boom ~ boom ~

Rhythmic percussion.

Soon, a handsome-looking man wearing a black suit walked out from the side and came to Black Soul.

"Sir, this way."

He made a gesture of invitation.

Black Soul retracted his arm from knocking on the door and frowned as if he was dissatisfied.

It's easy for me to say that Yama Luodian was ordered to come to the mafia to complete the task. What do you mean by not letting us go through the main entrance, looking down on us?

Have you forgotten how a hundred years ago I, the Yama Palace and the Qisemen Swords, fought together and made you kneel down without even a chance to beg for mercy?

Black Soul took a deep breath. Since the other party didn't give him face, there was no need for him to be good-tempered to the other party.

The ancients said that it is a great pleasure to have friends come from far away. You can do this for me. I will show you what it means to have friends come from far away to play with me.

Following the leading pawn, Black Soul walked through a corridor and entered a courtyard.

The yard looks very wide to the naked eye, with a horizontal width of about 15*10.

There is a pavilion in the center of the courtyard. In the pavilion, a European-American-looking young man is sitting cross-legged practicing.

Flowers and fruit trees were planted around him. A cursory glance could even see endangered ornamental trees and medicinal herbs used to purify the air.

Jack Holly opened his eyes and looked at Dark Soul with a hint of pride in his eyes.

The day Yang Lin confirmed his death, he almost flew with joy.

That night, he and the elders went directly to the largest wine and red light district in the Lighthouse Country. They fought for a whole night, and one person beat up fifty models with peak complexion and figure.

That night, the young man in white robe came in and out seven times, and the laughter could not stop for three days.

Jack Holley promised that that day was definitely the happiest day of his life.

There is nothing more joyful than hearing about the death of a genius from a rival sect.

Especially, the other party is still his mortal enemy, the person he wants to kill in his dreams.

The last time he made a cut on his chest, he sometimes has nightmares about that day every night.

In a dream.

The young man with a dark face and no visible face could only see the long knife in his hand swung the knife expressionlessly. He wanted to resist and struggled to fight back, but in the end he found that he could not move at all in the dream. Able to absorb attacks forcefully.

Every time he had such a dream, he would wake up at a critical moment.

My head was covered in sweat and the sheets were soaked.

His teacher told him that this is called heart disease, also known as inner demons. If the inner demons are not eliminated, it will definitely become a big obstacle to his future cultivation.

Fortunately, God had the vision to take away Yang Lin's life. Since then, his inner demons have been completely eliminated, and his cultivation speed is faster than before.

Black Soul noticed the villain's success hidden in the other person's eyes.

With a cold snort, he walked forward and sat down opposite him.

He poured himself a cup of tea while minding his own business.

When Yang Lin died, these guys came, but they all came with smiles.

Like instead of coming to a funeral, you're attending someone's wedding.

This made Black Soul very angry. If the elder had not stopped him on the spot, he would have definitely taken action to teach this shameless guy a lesson.

Although Yang He and Yang Lin had only known each other for a few days, he really recognized his companion from the bottom of his heart when they fought together.

Both in terms of strength and ability to complete tasks, they are all top-notch.

It's a pity that Tian is jealous of the talent and has passed away at a young age.

What a pity, what a pity.

"Yam Luodian, Black Soul, tell me, what do you want to do with me, Mary Joa?"

Marie Gioia is the Mafia's external claim, and they are called the Mafia internally.

"I come to you Mary Joa on behalf of the Palace of Hell for only one purpose." Black Soul's tone was emotionless, and there seemed to be a cold glint in his eyes as he spoke.

"Teach me the treasured Hidden Sword." He said in a deep voice, each word sonorous and full of power.

In the blink of an eye, the men standing around the pavilion in the courtyard took out the pistols they had already prepared and pointed it at Black Soul.

Hearing this, Jack Holly's face changed slightly, and he was smiling.

"I didn't hear you clearly just now, please say it again."

Black Soul's expression did not change, and his tone became even worse.

"I said, hand over the precious Hidden Blade."