My name is Wei He.

Born in Qingzhou, Shunde Prefecture, and Heishan County, the killing skills have been passed down from generation to generation. Over the past four generations, hundreds of people have been beheaded.

When I was young, I disliked the executioner's profession very much.

My father and grandfather couldn't defeat me, so they had to send me to Qingzhou to join the army. Yes, it was one of the most powerful armies in the Ming Dynasty, the Qingzhou soldiers.

It was that year that war broke out on the border.

The Lord of the Heavenly Wolf Court, ‘Zhuoli Getu’, led millions of war-savvy troops to invade the border, hoping to devour the Ming Dynasty when its royal power changed.

That year, there was a raging war.

As the captain of the Qingzhou Army Corps, I have seen the vastness of the world.

Blood transfusion successful?

Excellent knife skills?

On that seemingly endless battlefield that stretched thousands of miles, I was deeply aware of my insignificance.

Even the captain I admire the most is "Wei Zhengxian" who is said to be extremely talented and possesses the power of "four images".

He also died several times.

That battle was too brutal.

In Wanli Liujishan, the Ming Dynasty, the Heavenly Wolf Court, and even the Dali Dynasty who took advantage of the situation, the three parties invested more than three million troops.

That year, the rising star Wei Zhengxian came to prominence, and his powerful arms smashed all the stumbling blocks that hindered his rise.

That year, Zhang Xuanba, the king of Zhao in Xifu, was at the height of his power. He defeated countless generals with a phoenix-winged gold-plated sword and was called the most powerful general of the Ming Dynasty by countless people.

That year, all our colleagues in the army were killed or wounded. In the nine states and twenty-seven states of the Ming Dynasty, every family was covered with linen and everyone wore mourning.

It was also that year that I became lame, leaving behind lifelong scars. I returned to the small town, took over my father's work, and silently licked my wounds.

…

From the outside, there seemed to be sounds of killing, footsteps, crying, cursing, and wailing.

Under the dim light of an oil lamp.

The old monkey was frightened and squeaked as he looked at Old Man Wei, who was sitting at the desk and stroking the silver flying fish suit.

Wei He sighed softly, and the images in his memory flowed before his eyes.

Everything seems like yesterday.

But he knew that that was fifty years ago.

"I have no heirs to pass on, but I can't take this silver flying fish suit underground, right?"

It seems that he is talking to the old monkey, or he may be talking to himself.

Wei He shaved off the messy hair on his face, put on this silver flying fish suit, looked in the mirror and straightened his clothes, his eyes suddenly became moist.

"Zhizhizhi~"

The old monkey seemed to have noticed something, and screamed and grabbed his trousers.

"Who in this world is not afraid of death?"

Sighing and grabbing the ghost head sword, Wei He's voice became serious:

"I'm scared too."

boom!

The cold wind poured into the house.

The old monkey squeaked, but Wei He disappeared.

…

call!

Whoosh!

The biting cold wind slapped my face.

Blood was bleeding from the corner of Yang Yu's mouth, and his blood-stained clothes rustled in the cold wind.

pain!

Severe pain!

With every step he took, his teeth clenched a little tighter, but he didn't dare to stop and ran with all his life's strength.

"Just a little bit, just a little bit close!"

He growled in his heart.

There seemed to be a stream of light emerging from the bloodshot eyes. Without looking at it, Yang Yu knew that it was a sign that the recipe had been collected and could be refined.

But he doesn't have time.

Although the arrow did not hit directly, it just missed him and half of his body was almost unconscious.

Blood stained his tattered clothes red.

Behind him, Wang Wu was on his deathbed, muttering:

"My hand hurts so much..."

"Fifth Master..."

Yang Yu felt sour in his heart.

Where is the pain in my hand?

Wang Wu, who was hit indirectly, had his entire right arm and half of his shoulder shattered into minced meat, and hot blood was flowing out.

"Ha, ha...boy, scream a few more times. I like to hear it..."

Wang Wu smiled miserably in a low voice:

"I can't do it anymore, you run away, the further away the better..."

"Fifth Master! Don't sleep, don't sleep! There is still a chance, there is still a chance!"

Yang Yu felt great pain in his heart.

He knew that if he didn't find a place to heal his injuries, Wang Wu would really die.

but……

"You can't escape!"

Guan Shanshui chased after him at high speed, surpassing Lin Qing and others who were chasing after him, and locked onto Yang Prison with no concealed murderous intent.

"This old man is also chasing me..."

Yang Yu felt a chill in his heart.

Not to mention that he was seriously injured. Even if he was in good condition, how could he be an experienced opponent?

"Walk!"

Suddenly, Wang Wu, who was coughing up blood from behind, opened his eyes angrily, and his remaining left hand suddenly exerted force and flew up from behind Yang Yu.

"Fifth Master!"

Yang Yu's heart trembled.

"roll!"

Wang Wu stumbled to the ground, roaring and trying to fight for his life with the Taoist Guan who was chasing after him.

But it came to nothing.

"My body is seriously injured, and you still want to drag Pindao to die with you?"

The Guanshan sailors held their swords and flowers, and without stopping at all, they passed Wang Wu directly and killed Yang Yu.

"stay!"

"call!"

A biting cold light hit his back, and a huge crisis came, but Yang Yu calmed down.

At this moment, he dismissed all the wind and shouts around him, and there was only one thought in his mind that kept climbing higher and higher.

Behead!

Just a moment before the sword light swept across, Yang Yu suddenly stopped and stopped the huge momentum.

turn around,

Cut horizontally!

Clang!!

The harsh sound of gold and iron rubbing against each other echoed through the long street.
To be continued...