The sirens were harsh and rapid, resounding in a corner of the city in Sakurajima, announcing that something unusual happened here.

In a small alley, seven or eight corpses were covered with white cloth. Not far from these corpses, there was a young man covered in blood, with his chest rising and falling.

The medical staff rushed over, but did not dare to move around, so they could only worry about it.

There were no obvious scars on his body, and the blood oozed out from his pores. Although there was still a breath at this time, nearly half of the organs in his body were already shriveled...

Any touch could accelerate his death.

Finally, after a long breath, the young man's hands dropped, his head tilted and he stopped breathing.

A sigh came from the side, and two people covered his face.

Several figures fell from both sides and stood in the alley. The leader was Akitori Mayo, a senior official who had contacted Wang Sheng and the others before.

"Can't you save it?"

Akio Masato said in a deep voice, and the medical staff wearing white coats could only shake their heads.

"Ask Qiu Sheng, are you back?"

There were shouts outside the alley: "Is that murderer caught? Why don't you report me in real time?"

"I caught it because he insisted on resisting, and we had already killed it on the spot," Akito Akito took two steps forward and walked into the range of the searchlight. There was still a little bit of undry blood in the gray ninja suit, and his eyes were a bit of forceful power.

Akitomi Mayo sneered and said, "And I can guarantee you that he will definitely be uneasy when he dies."

Outside the alley, there are several middle-aged men in their 40s and 50s, leading a big belly and Mediterranean hairstyle uncle, who was frowning and staring at Akiso Mayo.

"Who gave you the right to kill that murderer?"

"He is resisting, Matsuda team leader," Akitomi Matsuda lowered his head and took out a box of cigarettes in his ninja suit, pulled out one casually, and lit it as if no one else was around, "In accordance with the special affairs handling regulations, we have the right to kill him on the spot.

He is dead, Team Leader Matsuda, I hope you can face this problem. He is a perverted murderer who has more than 40 lives on his hands.

These victims are our legal citizens!”

The fat uncle didn't dare to look directly at the aggressive Akitomi Akitomi at this time. He moved his eyes aside and asked again: "Where is that knife...and that weapon?"

"Is the murder weapon important?" Akitori asked coldly, "How did Team Leader Matsuda know that it was a knife, not a dagger or a long sword? Why did Team Leader Matsuda know that the murderer committed so many times and only used one knife?"

"Ask Qiu Sheng, I hope you can understand your identity!"

The fat uncle thrust his neck and his voice suddenly widened, "The person who is in conversation with you is a senior official in this country!

Now I need you to tell me clearly where the weapon is! I need to confiscate it!

If you continue to be so rude, I will temporarily revoke your position!"

"Ha," Akitomi Mayo sneered, "Don't you continue to disguise? What you value is the knife that can suck blood, right?

In the past six years, thirty-two similar incidents occurred in this country, and more than 1,600 victims were all because of such a knife, right?

Are you really from Sakurajima? Team leader Matsuda? Or are you a dog raised by outsiders?”

"Officiale Qiu Sheng! I announce it!"

"It's gone, that knife is gone. When we intercepted the murderer, it was missing," Akitori slowly vomited a smoke ring. "You can get rid of my position now, and I don't have to bother to investigate the whereabouts of the knife."

"You! Hum!"

The fat uncle's face kept shaking, then he snorted heavily, and said, "You will understand how serious this matter is tonight." He turned around and left.

Akito Mayo sneered, and the several hermits behind him stared at the fat uncle's back with their eyes blew fire, but they didn't do much.

When the fat uncle took his people to a few high-end luxury cars and left angrily, Akitomi breathed a little relieved, stepped on the cigarette butt, and murmured:

"I really envy the working environment of the special department of China."

"Captain," a hermit came close in front of Akito Akito and whispered: "Some clues were found in the surveillance video, which may be the one who took the magic knife."

"Hmm?" Akitomi took the transparent glass plate handed over by his subordinates, which was similar to the operating interface of the mobile phone.

On the glass plate, two figures flew over the roof. Although the image was a little blurry, Akitoshi recognized who this was at a glance...

In just a moment, Akiso Mayo's expression became extremely complicated and glanced at both sides of his eyes, raised his hand and clicked the delete button.

"I'm having trouble now... destroy this picture, go and destroy the surveillance camera for taking this picture," Akitori rubbed his brows, his eyes kept sweeping across the place, making sure that he had not heard these words by others.

"Captain, why should we be afraid of them? Even if we don't want to cause new conflicts, it is reasonable for us to get the murder weapon back."

"If this blood-sucking evil sword can be destroyed by monks from Dahua Kingdom, it will be the best news for us."

Akitomi Sayo sighed and murmured: "Our beautiful country is now filled with too many helpless things.

Many times, we need some workarounds, but this is not compromise or tolerance.

Oh, go quickly.”

"yes!"

The subordinate behind him responded in a low voice, and his figure jumped several times and disappeared into the night.

Akiso Ma Dai thought for a while, and finally pondered for a few more times.

"Maybe, I should go there right away."

...

On the top floor of an international hotel, Wang Sheng’s room.

A long blood-colored sword was suspended on the sofa, and scarlet blood was flowing everywhere in the blade. The long sword kept shaking gently, trying to break free from the constraints of magic power around it.

The seven figures in the room were standing or sitting, staring at the long sword for a while.

"It's really the same," Wang Sheng took the lead in breaking the calm in the room and shouted to Shi Qianzhang beside him, "Do you still have the impression of Qianzhang?"

Shi Qianzhang, curled up on the sofa, raised his eyelids, his face filled with the sluggishness of his body, had dissipated, and only a little aftertaste was left.

After being named by Wang Sheng, Shi Qianzhang said in a daze: "What impression is Brother Sheng? Ha... Why am I so sleepy?"

Xilian, who was lying on the bed playing games, looked up and smiled, and said nothing.

"The night Guo Qianxing was arrested, he was in the hospital."

Wang Sheng calmly reminded him, and Shi Qianzhang suddenly became energetic and frowned and stared at the long sword.

"Hey, it seems to be that knife. Didn't this knife be taken away by the official for research?"

"I communicated with Professor Ma before. The knife that was taken away and studied was accidentally destroyed," Wang Sheng looked at the message sent by Professor Ma, "I didn't find any results. I only know that the characteristic of this knife is the power of sucking blood and turning it into the knife itself.

Therefore, this knife is not the same knife as it was more than ten years ago, but the same type of magic weapon.”

Hao Ling asked in a low voice: "How did it be destroyed?"

"It seems, I'll take a look," Wang Sheng slid on the virtual screen of his phone a few times, looking at the string of charts, "It was destroyed while doing animal blood experiments. When the dog blood was input, the thing exploded with a bang."

A few chuckles suddenly sounded in the room.

Zhou Yinglong's face was a little cold and asked, "So, the Yin-Yang All Things Sect still has remnants in Sakurajima Kingdom?"

"It's not the Yin-Yang All Things Sect," Wang Sheng's fingers kept sliding, and the information that Professor Ma sent to him was quite complicated.

This also indirectly shows that Wang Sheng’s current confidential reading permissions are not low.

Wang Sheng said: "It was an organization in the United States that took over this research. They obtained more than a dozen magic swords given by the Yin-Yang All Things Sect a long time ago, and they have never stopped researching it.

It is obvious that Sakurajima Kingdom is the sword training ground of this organization. The knife in front of him has swallowed the souls of thousands of people and has barely taken the prototype of the magic sword."

The senior sister blinked her eyes gently, tapped her fingers gently, and a line of small words appeared in front of her.

Since we know this, why not stop it?

"This is not that simple," said Monk Huaijing. "If we want to come abroad to be a hero, we will actually suffer a lot of resistance and the environment is uncontrollable."

"Cough," Wang Sheng cleared his throat, "Actually, I know the origin of this knife, but don't ask me how I know it.

This knife is called the Blood-Changing Divine Sword. The method of refining has been passed down from Heaven. When you practice it to great success, you can fight against masters of the true immortal level.

This knife is only barely entering the door, and its power is not too great, but the hidden dangers of this matter are quite large."

"The Blood-Changing Divine Sword?" Xilian blinked, "How could the Heavenly Court make these things..."

"Treat special circumstances," said Mr. Huaijing, "When the Heavenly Court came to Earth, it was almost desperate. It is understandable to think of some special means."

Wang Sheng shook his head and turned to say, "How to deal with this knife?"

"Do it's ruined, this thing hurts a lot," Zhou Yinglong said.

"Oh, this is what I picked up!" Hu Banxian jumped up immediately, "Why do you want to destroy it if you say it!

A knife is like a martial art. If you use it on the right path, it is a good knife. If you use it on the wrong path, it is a magic knife!

This knife is powerful!"

"Sister," Wang Sheng said helplessly, "You sit down first, this knife cannot be kept."

Xilian, who looked like a girl, immediately pouted and sat down, "Okay, okay, I'll just listen to you. I finally found a baby, it's true."

Wang Sheng put the sword box aside, took out the spiritless sword, stared at the long blood-colored sword in front of him, and his eyes were slightly hesitant.

"What's wrong with Brother Sheng?" Shi Qianzhang asked in confusion.

"When you destroy this knife, the whereabouts of more than a dozen other knives will be cut off," Wang Sheng pondered for a few seconds, "It's better to use it as bait.

My elder sister said it is right. It is people who do evil, not martial arts, and swords. Only by drawing out the organization that refines the Blood-Creating Divine Sword can we eliminate future troubles forever.

us……"

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