Chapter 612 Ultimate knife

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This is a red wall outside, but it is made up of three-inch thick stainless steel alloy, which looks quite sci-fi.
The room is full of modern atmosphere, not to mention luxury, but also elegant and pleasant, mahogany cabinets, fabric sofas, and marble on the ground.
There are dozens of well-written calligraphy works hanging around the wall. Look carefully, the handwriting iron painting silver hooks, the atmosphere, the title is actually the works of the old people of Taizu.
Among them, there are a few words that are only half-finished, but they are also seriously loaded. It can be seen that the paper is very uneven, and there are many folds of embossing. It is obviously a practice work by Taizu Xingxing. After throwing it into a ball, it was thrown back by people and hung up here. Who is this person is self-evident.
Ding Ning looked at the remnants of only a few words or even a few words, but his heart was fascinated, as if he saw Taizu’s laughter under the thirteen iron guards’ arrogance, and he’s determined to win thousands of miles away. Straight and beautiful.
A generation of great men used a mortal body to create a peaceful and prosperous life. Even the thrilling Thirteen Iron Guardian also followed him with savage, and used his flesh and blood to protect his safety.
Even the waste papers he used to write the words were collected as treasures, and they were hung up and hung here. This respectful love can be seen in the sun and the moon.
In the center of the hall is the famous "Guanyuanchun·Snow", which is widely spread by Taizu. It carefully tastes the "Qihuang Emperor Wuluo loses the literary talents, and the Tangzong Songzu is less prosperous. The characters still look at the present!" Such a famous sentence, I feel the ancestors of the Taizu era, pointing to the pride of the country.
Ding Ning only felt the blood rushing, and he gave birth to a man as if he was admiring, clenching his fist hard, only hating the time when he was born, not being born in the era of war, able to conquer the world with Taizu, and create a Fan Chuangshi Weiye.
"Young people, do you like this word?"
A slightly hoarse voice interrupted Ding Ning's reverie, and he couldn't help but nod.
Then I woke up and looked at a stalwarn man who didn't know when he appeared behind him.
The man is dressed in a somewhat old black tunic suit. It is like a young man in the old society. His body is straight like a sword. The national character face is sturdy and his mouth is straight and his face is quite handsome.
It seems that he is only 20 or 30 years old, but his deep eyes, but people feel that he is a vicissitudes of the elderly, with a see-through red-through, so that his age is extremely blurred.
Ding Ning's look at him, suddenly squatting and holding a fist: "The younger generation has seen Wuhou predecessors!"
"Hey, you know me?"
Xiahou Wei’s mouth is hanging like a spring breeze, but his face is pale.
"The younger generation does not know, but the younger generation has a friend who is famous. He is named after the surname, and he has a similarity with his predecessor, so he made a bold guess!"
Ding Ning said with a blank expression, the tone contained a strong sarcasm.
"You... what are you talking about? He...he... where is he now?"
Xiahou Weiyang’s face heard a sudden, a pale flush on his face, and his hands were like a pair of iron-clamps, firmly grasping Ding’s wrist, his eyes were red, his voice was shaking with great trepidation, and Ding’s words were brought to him. How big the impact.
Ding Ning was shocked. Although he was wary, he didn't think that the speed of Xiahou Weiyang was so amazing. He just let him not even have room to dodge, his wrist was firmly grasped by him, he wanted to break free and break free. No.
"Fast, tell me, he... Where is he now? Is he still okay in these years?"
Xiahou Weiyang obviously knows the existence of Xiahou, and it is related to Xiahou’s only blood, so that he can not fluctuate wildly.
"Oh... it hurts, you tap, let go."
Ding Ning felt that his wrist was almost pinched off by him, and the muscles on his face twitched and screamed.
"Oh, sorry, sorry, I am so excited, I am sorry."
Xiahou Weiyang loosened his hands like an electric shock, and even apologized, there is still a bit of a prestige in the town of Wuhou.
Ding Ning sighed, Xiahou, brother, really can't live, I also want to save him, presumably you know it will not blame me.
Immediately glaring at the unconscious wrist, cold face: "Wuhou seniors, he has a good time, is it related to you?"
"Of course it matters. He is the only blood of my Xiahou family... Is he still blaming me?"
Xiahou’s mouth was twitching, and his face showed painful color. The sorrowful sorrow pulled his head down:
I am sorry for Xiahou’s family, I am sorry for him, he blames me for it.

He knows Xiahou's grievances against him. Ding Ning's performance largely represents Xiahou's attitude towards him, which makes him feel uncomfortable.
Looking at him as if he was a few decades old, Ding Ning gave birth to a little bit of heart, but he still needs a medical doctor for serious illness. He has already seen that Xiahou Weiyang’s injury is extremely serious and even endangered his life.
However, his injury is not without medicine, just because he has his own devil, do not overcome the demons to cross this ridge, even if the Shennong resurrection can not save him.
This demons is undoubtedly the catastrophe of Xiahou's family, especially since this evil is still up to him. Even if he is righteous for the country, it is impossible to say that there is no blasphemy in his heart.
However, he has always buried this feeling in his heart and never revealed it. As the king of the country of the state of China, as the head of the national government, he has to suppress the Western warriors who committed the crimes. He wants to be uneasy. The ancient martial arts struggled to make them comply with the "Agreement on Peace" and did not dare to chase, but also to coordinate disputes between warriors to maintain a peaceful environment in the country.
Especially during the retreat to the rehearsal of Tiange and Qufu, the man could not count on it. Only one person could hold it hard. At this time, Xiahou’s family was destroyed and he hated. Mad, but had to defend the National Court for the overall situation, even for family mourning and revenge can not do, was ridiculed by many people, his ignorance, even seas and deep hatred, live should be a scorpio lone star, in this case The tremendous pressure in his heart can be imagined.
It was not until twenty-three years ago that he successfully passed the customs to Tiange. He was relieved and finally able to free up his hands to trace the murderer who caused the Xiahou family to kill the door. The murderer had not detected it yet, but he was surprised to know that the year. The Xiahou family also had a lucky escape from the blood, which made him ecstatic and ecstatic.
But when he decided to go to the lost grandson to protect him at all costs, Xiahou joined the death hunter camp in order to become stronger and revenge for his family, and he made a life-and-death fight for him. Let him Looking for nothing to find.
It was just that he couldn't easily find out that Xiahou became a mercenary abroad. He was preparing to let go of everything to find him. He was unlucky enough to encounter a bad enemy. He was seriously injured in one stroke.
When people are weak, they are always the most vulnerable. The power of the enemy has made Xiahou Weiyang’s confidence encounter an unprecedented strong blow, which made his life doubts about his original choice for the first time.
If he is dead, Xiahou is unprotected, will it lead to the pursuit of the enemy? If even Xiahou is dead, then Xiahou’s family is absolutely complete. He is the sinner of Xiahou’s family, and he’s going to see the Xiuhou’s ancestors?
The groggy Xiahou Weiyang, who was tortured by the wounds, thought about it, and the inner imprisonment was finally erupted in a comprehensive way, turning into his demon, so that he could not be relieved.
As a result, the injury he has been trying to suppress has deteriorated again and again. It has not been able to heal for more than 20 years. In fact, the injury is not difficult to cure, but it is extremely difficult.
Because the injury is not a general injury, but a knife that understands the ultimate swordsman to the extreme. Because of his demon, he can't calm down at the beginning to resolve this knife or extricate it.
When he was uplifting, it was already late. The immortal sword meant that his suffocation would continue to grow as a nourishment, so that he could only drink and quench his thirst, and forced his efforts to suppress it. He has never been able to solve it completely. He has already expected his own end. Once this sword has grown to a certain extent, it will inevitably break out. That is his death.
"I blame you for being blamed. You think about it. When Xiahou was only three years old, he witnessed his most dear person being ruined. To tell the truth, he can live to this day without any psychological problems. I am fortunate to him."
Ding Ning’s face is like a child’s medicine, and the righteous words are reprimanded:
It sounds great for the country and the people, but can’t you clean the world? You said that you are a town, Wuhou, but even My family can't protect it. What qualifications do you have to talk about protecting the world? Is this fair to your family? Is it fair to Xiahou? Isn't the name of Xiahou not a national of China? People say that one person can get a good day, but Xiahou What kind of light did your family touch? Not only did you not bring it to Xiahou’s Tianda disaster."
"Yeah, what qualifications do I have to protect the people? I can't even protect my family. Xiahou Weiyang, Xiahou Weiyang, lost your pretentiousness, and guarded the world's life as the responsibility, but even this simple truth does not understand. It’s really a son, a man, a dear, a beggar, a mother, a big brother, a third brother, a show... I’m tired of you, oh...

Xiahou Weiyang heard the words like thunder, his eyes were dull and stunned, his mouth whispered to the names of his parents and family members, and the thick shackles and self-blame wrapped him up. Afterwards, he was already bursting into tears. Rogue.
"Xiahou's eldest brother has been displaced since he was three years old. How do an orphan grow up in a cruel society? I don't think you can imagine what you can imagine. For revenge, he would rather swim between life and death than to be with you. The town of Wuhou for help, you said how much he hates you?"
Ding Ning saw that the drug was almost meaning, and immediately gave another dose of peony. Although he did not want to do this, the injury of Xiahou Weiyang had reached the point where it could not be delayed. He could only attack with poison and let the injury break out. He can prescribe the right medicine.
No one knows how shocked his heart is at the moment, because the main cause of the delay in the injury to Xiahou Weiyang is that he has a sense of familiarity.
He is sure that it is not an illusion. It is definitely the knife that was born after the cultivation of the oxen to the extreme. This sword is extremely powerful and powerful far beyond his realm. Even the old man can never comprehend. This is the ultimate knife.
It is because of the same pulse that he gave birth to the idea of ​​accepting this knife into the body. If he can successfully take it and feel it, this knife will help him push the cultivation of Kenting's oxen to a new level. By the way, you can use it as a life-saving killer.