Reborn Noble Prisoner

Sliding into the scabbard along the waves on the blade.

The man blurted out in horror: "How can you use a knife?!"

The butterfly flower marks at the end of Weiss' eyes trembled slightly, and the ends of his eyes flew up. He licked his lower lip with the tip of his tongue, and smiled close to the man: "You can have it if you want."

While speaking, there was a streak of blood splattering horizontally, the silver light of the blade was splashed with the bright color of blood, the blood in Weiss' eyes flashed, and he stepped back ten steps away.

Decapitated.True decapitation.

The whole head flew off.

The people around were splashed with bright red, their throats rolled, and the thick blood flowed into the gastric juice, and they finally recovered.

The long and slender Taidao nearly 1.5 meters in length is horizontal in front of the eyes, and the slightly curved arc shoots cold light, showing an unrestrained domineering and hostile spirit.

The knife is amazing.

The knife holder is even more amazing.

He was dressed in a regular blue and black prison guard uniform, with double rows of copper buttons buttoned up meticulously. His eyes were cold and merciless, and his reddish lips were as thin as the knife he held in his hand. It was sharp and sharp. A few drops of red blood dripped from the tip and faded away.

The man tilted his head slightly, straightened his police cap with one hand, and nodded indifferently at Milan: "Qiandaoren, new guard, please give me some advice."

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017 Ghost Slash...

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This article has really embarked on a road of no return to fighting -- everything in the foreground is just floating clouds~~~

"... Qiandaoren!"

"...He said he was Qiandaoren!"

"...Could it be Demon Zhan Qiandaoren!"

"... Why is Ghost Slash here!!"

The light and fluffy words of the stern man undoubtedly caused everyone below to eat a blockbuster, and they turned pale in an uproar. .

Ghost Zhan Qiandaoren, famous in the world for an authentic sword made by the first authentic "ghost talent", has been rampant in the world of killers for ten years, and almost no one can escape from the direction of Ghost Zhan Dao.

But Ghost Slash has disappeared for many years. Almost everyone thought that the God of Reaper who once occupied the top spot on the list of killers had died long ago, but they didn't expect that here, in Camp No. [-], which almost belonged to another dimension, Ghost Slash reappeared, and the God of Death came. .

Weiss squinted his eyes, raised the corners of his slightly cold lips, gently wiped the tiny blood beads under the corners of his eyes with his fingertips, glanced sideways at Milan Z, and walked over without saying a word. , Thumbs up, and smiled.

Milan's expression was calm, and his delicate eyebrows and eyes were so dignified that he didn't even move.

Qiandao Ninja stood straight in front of him, his face was as cold and hard as the Oni Zhan Zongzong knife in his hand, and the sharpness of the sharp edge could be felt quietly, the man kept his face cold, completely ignoring The prisoners with different faces below said in a calm voice: "The No. [-] Battalion, from now on, will enter a state of complete isolation. I am the new warden here." Picked it up, "Obey, stay where you are; if you have objections, take a step forward."

The silver-like light of the knife flashed across the eyes of the prisoners in the front row, and some of them were forced by the cold and murderous domineering aura to change their expressions, and couldn't help but take a small step back.

"Very good, no objection." Qian Daoxin looked expressionlessly, glanced indifferently, and continued to issue commands slowly, "I only have three things to say. One, King is an absolute rule; two, Tomorrow is the official preliminaries, Dead or Alive; three, no one is eligible to withdraw or abstain. Obey, stay where you are; if you have any objections, take a step forward."

As soon as a few words were thrown down, there was a commotion in the crowd. It was small, but it was obvious that some people had lost their will.Those who entered the Seventh Battalion, although they all have the awareness of death, but when they really face the choice of life and death, no one hesitates. They are not afraid of death.

——The murderer is more aware of the fragility and vulnerability of human life than anyone else.

"Sir, I have a problem." A tall young man with red hair winked and raised his hand, put his left hand in his pocket, and walked slowly out of the crowd with ruffian steps.

Qiandaoren's cold eyebrows were raised imperceptibly, his knife-like thin lips were drawn into a tight line, the tip of the knife touched the gray concrete floor, and the silvery cold light flashed his eyes.

Duan Luo's brows and eyes were as arrogant as before, and he smiled with his lips raised, and suddenly pointed to Weiss behind Milan: "Sir, King is an absolute rule, then the chief celebrity under King holds a knife, can we understand it as DeathMatch? What about fighting weapons?"

As soon as the words were uttered, the pot was immediately blown up, and the prisoners raised their fists and yelled—the Seventh Battalion has completely escaped the jurisdiction of the normal institutional violence machine. Here, any unimaginable things become reasonable, Dead or Alive, all on their own.

The rules and unspoken rules are all about formulating the ultimate boss of this game-everyone knows it well, but they are not qualified to object. Those who enter the Seventh Battalion, the only belief after abandoning life and death is to get out alive, despite everything in the future. All in chaos.

But the prisoners, the belief in survival makes them blur the moral principles of all human society, and what they return is only the survival instinct of the beasts at the beginning of the world-here, the purpose of living with all your strength is.

So, they want weapons.

Weapons are equal to half life, and the probability of life or death soars at the same time. Beasts are creatures that thirst for blood. Only with sharp claws can they be fearless.

Without exception, everyone's eyes were fixed on the black-haired man with the strange butterfly pattern on the tail of his left eye, but the other party just smiled lightly, holding a gorgeous samurai sword with dark lines in his arms, slightly raised his sharp chin, and raised his eyebrows. Lip slowly said: "What I said is very clear, you can have whatever you want. Z is a very wise king, he pays attention to reciprocity and fairness, the new warden, please explain the rules to the ants. If you are not sensible, It will make Z feel very troublesome."

The casual tone is a provocation that anyone can hear.

In the Seventh Battalion, anyone can be rampant, but only the prison guards can't, they hold the power of life and death for everyone, of course, there are exceptions - Z, only Z.

Therefore, it has never happened that the monstrous Weiss provoked the prison guard, especially when the other party had a very cold face.

Qiandao Ninja's eyes flickered very slightly. The handsome uniform set off the man's sternness and sharpness. His sharp-edged silhouette had the sharp texture of a samurai sword. Unexpectedly, Oni Zhan didn't get angry. With a pick, the tip of the knife pointed straight at Duan Luo, holding the knife and said coldly: "Stand one step forward."

Duan Luo raised his eyebrows, and under the eyes of everyone, he stepped forward without fear, as if he had expected something, wiped his lower lip with his thumb, and smiled very frankly: "Sir, it should be the end of the click. I can't beat you. "

Qiandaoren waved his knife: "Three tricks, constant hands and feet, you have won benefits for everyone. Weapons in the preliminaries."

"Done!" Without hesitation, Duan Luo kicked the two tables away arrogantly, turned around and smiled, "Why don't you use two more tricks? You have been famous for killing ghosts for a long time! I believe that some friends want to try your authentic sword !"

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When Duan Luo walked over, Xiao Si Nuo had the urge to roll his eyes, and Qiao Bai sneered and cursed.

Qiu He gloated and giggled at the side, and then flashed away in a very unscrupulous manner.

Duan Luo picked her magnificent red hair with her fingers, smiled affectionately at Qiao Bai, and even raised her eyes at Xiao Sinuo: "Brother, my buddy has come to ask you to share the heavy responsibility."

Qiao Bai gave him a cold look, didn't say anything, turned his head to Xiao Sinuo and asked, "How are you?"

"What else?" Xiao Sinuo curled his lips slightly, the cold expression in his eyes was exactly the same as that of Oni Zhanqiandaoren, and he said neatly, "Come on."

Duan Luo laughed, and blurted out with flying eyebrows: "Little beauty, brother finds you really cute."

Xiao Sinuo's lips were slightly cold, and he directly kicked him.

Over there, Weiss raised his eyes and glanced at Milan with a smile: "Boss, that guy doesn't know what it means to be soft-handed. Wait a minute and kill everyone you like. That's a shame."

"Hmm." Milan's tone was light, but a hmm was completely confusing.

Weiss curled his lips, brushed the flower marks at the end of his eyes lightly with his fingertips, and smiled again: "Z, seriously, why is Qiandaoren here? Don't say something like 'I came here after smelling my scent'."

Milan glanced at him sideways, then paused: "Where there is blood, there is always a killer."

Weiss snorted disdainfully: "Ghost Zhan has his own set of ghost beliefs, and blood doesn't appeal to him."

Milan laughed: "Someone touched the unshakable belief of the Ghost Slayer Warrior, so he came."

Weiss was stunned for a moment, and rarely frowned, thoughtfully, for a while, and suddenly laughed maliciously: "...It's the glory of the fucking Yagyu family again."

Sendo Shinobi was trained by the Yagyu family of the Japanese kendo family, and the Yagyu family is the only family that does not hone their sword skills by killing. "If we don't kill people, we win by not being killed." This is the purpose of Yagyu Xinyinliu.

But Oni Zhan rebelled against the Yagyu family in his early years, and was famous in the killer world with an authentic sword of the first generation. Qian Daoren's rebellion and derailment almost brought the fate of the Yagyu family to destruction. Then he pointed the finger at Yagyu, who was born as a master of ghosts.

The head of the Liusheng family died under the heavy machine gun of the revenge seekers. Later, the Liusheng family became more and more declining, and there were almost no descendants of Liusheng.

Weiss knew that Qiandaoren retired back then because he was ashamed of his teacher, Patriarch Liu Sheng. Later, he turned from the light to the dark, pursuing and protecting the proud close brother Liu Sheng.