Making Great Fortune Overnight

2This saber was extremely cold, and it was clear that it was a treasure saber that could cut through iron like mud. It was forged with the best craftsmanship in Japan.    

    

The people of China had their own memories and painful memories of this saber.    

    

Now that it was pulled out by Gongqi Kui and lit up in the Huaxia banquet hall where martial arts big shots gathered, it made people feel as if they had returned to the last century.    

    

Resentment, hatred, and the atmosphere of sharing a common enemy instantly spread to the hearts of the Huaxia warriors.    

    

However, unlike the katana in Yingjing Ling's hand, this one was longer and the color of the blade was only cold. It was two colors: white and red.    

    

It looked like a bloodthirsty blade that had licked the blood of countless martial artists.    

    

"Tonight, let me cut off all of your heads.    

    

Gongqi Kui's hands slowly sank, and the knife also fell down, laying across Gongqi Kui's chest.    

    

"Blood blade?"    

    

"Senior brother, you brought master's blood blade?"    

    

Yeyuan Meiya exclaimed.    

    

Blood Knife had to be soaked in fresh blood every morning, in the morning, in the evening, and at specific times. It was as if a person wanted to eat.    

    

Blood Knife could expand its own aura and suppress other people's aura. If it didn't use a knife, once it used a knife, corpses would be strewn all over the place.    

    

This knife was a famous saber in the East Ocean, and it had always been kept by Xiaoquan Wuzheng. He didn't expect that the director would give the blood knife to Gongqi Kui this time.    

    

Yeyuan Meiya shouted excitedly, "You are all finished. You are all finished, the people from Huaxia who mocked me."    

    

The blood of the blood saber was a classic story that almost everyone in Japan knew. Xiaoquan Wuzheng had given Gongqi Kui this saber, and there was a deep meaning behind it.    

    

This was to make the Huaxia martial artists submit to the Japanese and submit to them.    

    

Yeyuan Meiya understood. With Gongqi Kui's Divine Stage abilities and the unparalleled national treasure, the blood blade, Qin Lang would not be able to escape the fate of being killed.    

    

The Japanese warriors became extremely excited. This was the effect of the Blood Knife. They saw Qin Lang's head rolling down in their illusion, and the whole Hua Xia warriors were having a big party this time. The rolling of heads showed the power of the Japanese martial artists.    

    

Leng Qianqiu felt dizzy and said, "Brother Qin, be careful. This blade is evil."    

    

"Haha, you just realized it. It's just that it's too late. The moment you draw the blade, it will be the witness of your collective evil." Gongqi Kui roared fiercely. He looked down on all the warriors and regarded them as lowly ants.    

    

After he finished speaking, Gongqi Kui's killing intent suddenly soared. He looked like a ferocious devil god as he said in a hoarse voice, "I only used this blade twice. The first time, I used it to kill a hundred people."    

    

"The second time, I used it to kill a thousand people."    

    

"People of Huaxia are always inferior. You will always need to use this blade to teach you how to behave."    

    

"Today, I will first take you, Qin Lang. Oh, no, the chairman of the Martial Arts Alliance of Yanjing City will sacrifice his first blade. The spirit of a warrior will never be broken!"    

    

He revealed a deep contempt and the arrogance of a higher being.    

    

Qin Lang stood with his hands behind his back, looking at his opponent who was baring his fangs and brandishing his claws without showing any expression.    

    

"You all claim to be masters, but in fact, you are stupid."    

    

"We have already used this kind of blade in the Tang Territory a long time ago."    

    

"It is a pity that you enjoy the civilization of China, but you don't know how to be grateful. Aren't you like animals?"    

    

"You... dare to humiliate me?" Gongqi Kui's eyes revealed a thick killing intent.    

    

"No." Qin Lang still had his hands behind his back. "I am not humiliating you. I am telling the truth."    

    

"Sigh. Blood Knife and Blood Knife are just trash." Qin Lang said coldly.    

    

At this time, Leng Qianqiu suddenly stepped forward. "President, I'm here to volunteer. Please give me the first battle."    

    

Qin Lang shook his head. "Big Brother Leng, there's no need."    

    

"I alone am enough."    

    

"Ya! Go to hell!" Gongqi Kui raised his blood blade and slashed at Qin Lang.    

    

The blade shadow drew a long line of blood red, like a ghost in the light.    

    

At this time, the sound of ghosts crying and howling suddenly came from the blade, causing people's consciousness to be involuntarily attracted by the sound, and they fell into a state of frenzy and sadness.    

    

Everyone present looked at each other in shock. Was this Blood Knife? It was disturbing their minds...    

    

A Divine Stage, a Divine Stage grandmaster from the East Ocean Continent. He was strange and unpredictable.    

    

At this moment, many people's minds were in chaos. Their divine souls were trembling, and their eyes were filled with endless fear.    

    

Wah...    

    

An entrepreneur's daughter who did not know martial arts cried. She was so sad that she could not control herself.    

    

The blood on the blood blade was getting brighter and brighter. It was getting more and more bloody. The ghost cries in the blade were getting louder and louder.    

    

Then, people realized that Qin Lang seemed to have frozen.    

    

Yes, it was frozen. It was as if he had been nailed there by something. His face was expressionless, like a statue.    

    

The blade aura of the blade, which was full of blood Qi, had imprisoned Qin Lang in the blood Qi.    

    

After that, there was a call. It was a distant and mournful call, but it was also full of mystery and temptation, as if he was being urged by the sheep flute to go on his way.    

    

Everyone's faces changed drastically. Leng Qianqiu suddenly stood up, but he suddenly realized that he was actually unable to take a step forward. His daughter Leng Chunyu beside him also had a foolish look in her eyes. Leng Qianqiu hurriedly covered his daughter's eyes with his hand, not letting her look again.    

    

At this moment, most of the people in the reception hall were confined to one side. They wanted to move their legs to fight Gongqi Kui to the death, but it was as if cement had been poured into them and they could not take a step forward.    

    

At this moment, the entire Yanjing Martial Art Alliance was like a sheep that was being slaughtered at will. No one could escape.    

    

They all thought in their hearts, Qin Lang must be in the same situation.    

    

As for the Japanese warriors, they were all holding their heads high and staring at ___ like a tiger watching its prey. They were ready to launch an indiscriminate attack at the best time.    

    

Yes, they attacked indiscriminately. Even the children who came with adults to join in the fun would not be let off.    

    

Only in this way could China's martial artists submit. Only in this way could China's martial artists change their expressions when talking about Japan.    

    

Everyone was extremely anxious because the matter had happened so suddenly, and everyone was facing an inconceivable death call.    

    

Yeyuan Meiya smiled. Her smile was filled with contempt and hostility. Her cold and callous face appeared on her pig head face. "Qin Lang, you are courting death by opposing us. I will make you regret coming to this world, and I will make you suffer all kinds of torture. You will lose all your dignity. "    

    

Gongqi Kui burst into laughter. The blood blade was only a finger's length away from Qin Lang's head.    

    

"Qin Lang, the leader of the Yanjing Martial Art Alliance of Hua Xia, remember this. Brat, the one who killed you, Gongqi Kui too!"    

    

"Nonsense, why isn't your broken blade falling down yet?" A cold voice instantly stunned Gongqi Kui.    

    

This voice carried a hint of laziness, ridicule, and impatience.    

    

After that, Qin Lang waved the blood blade to the side with one finger. Gongqi Kui suddenly felt his arm go numb, and he almost threw the blood blade away from his hand.    

    

"The book is the same, the carriage is the same." Qin Lang softly recited a poem.    

    

"The standards are different, there will be a lot of trouble. The wisdom of the old ancestor is truly not just for show."    

    

Looking at Gongqi Kui's dumbfounded expression, Qin Lang continued, "The standard of your Divine Stage is very different from our Divine Stage."    

    

"A Divine Stage like you is equivalent to the realm we have just entered."    

    

Gongqi Kui was shocked beyond words.    

    

How could Qin Lang not be hypnotized by the blood saber? How could he not be affected by it?