Pick up an assassin as a wife

Now the Supreme Ghost Head Sword is placed in a room with a heavy Yin atmosphere.

A ferocious skull is engraved on the dazzling black handle of the knife. The handle is black, and the sword god is completely white and sharp.

Such a fierce knife had been stored in this room for several years.

Even those characters in the inner city have rarely seen the ghost-headed sword of the real Poison Emperor.

Legend has it that since the Poison King single-handedly fought against the boss of the Eighteen Gangs of Jiuzhaigou, he sealed the sword. Because no one was worthy of letting him use the sword again, the Ghost Head Sword was buried from then on.

Now this cold weapon that was once bloodthirsty was stored in this dark room.

The whole room seems to be closed.

Surrounded by cold walls, the Ghost Head Sword was placed coldly on a knife rest.

The Ghost Head Sword was originally a most dangerous weapon, but in this dark room, it became even more sinister at this moment.

Even the smell of the whole room seemed to be gloomy.

And in this room filled with endless violence and sword energy, suddenly a stone door embedded in the wall on the left rumbled open.

After the stone door opened slightly, a man walked in from the outside.

The moment the man walked in, his face appeared in the dim room.

A pair of eyes as cunning as snakes first looked at the only ghost-headed sword in the room, and then his eyes showed admiration.

Look carefully at the ghost-headed sword in the middle...

Stretching out a hand, he gently touched the sharp blade of the Ghost-headed Sword. The moment his fingers touched the blade, an extremely cold air came from the Ghost-headed Sword.

"A good knife...it's indeed a good knife." He said in praise.

The moment he praised him, a dominating voice suddenly came from the room.

"My knife hasn't been used for many years... it's dull, and its anger is getting less and less."

There was a chilling feeling of suffocation in the voice.

It was as if a royal man spoke, repressed.

As the sound came out, another person was seen walking out from the side of the stone door.

man.

The man wore a purple-brown robe that covered his tall body. He stood with his hands behind his back, like a king.

Looking carefully at his face, his face is full of vicissitudes of life, full of wrinkles from the world of mortals, but his eyes are still shining like a dragon.

When looking at people, people can't help but feel extremely humble.

The messy hair, which is a mixture of white hair and black hair, is very long and draped on his head. It is very elegant and also very chic.

If he hadn't been too old and had white hair in his hair, this man must have been a very handsome man in his youth, with a pair of sword-shaped eyebrows that looked like a king.

It is unimaginable that in such a place full of depravity and inhumanity, there would be such a domineering person.

who is he?

Who could he be?

And behind him were two women, two very charming women.

The woman had a slender figure and wore a cheongsam that pinched her waist. Her perfect figure was completely highlighted, and she stood quietly behind the tall and domineering man.

In the strange room, there is a ghost-headed sword that exudes endless violence, an indifferent man of unknown origin, and a person with a king's domineering air. Who is he?

Looking carefully, I saw the man with a kingly domineering look after he said these words.

The man holding the Ghost Head Sword retracted his hand slightly, then turned to look at the domineering man behind him with a smile.

"Poison King." Two words came out of his mouth.

Poison King?

It turns out that he is actually the famous king of the Dark City: the Poison King! ! !

He is the overlord that everyone in the Dark City fears! No wonder his whole body gave people a suffocating and depressed feeling.

After he said these two words, the Poison King showed a slight smile, and then walked over with long strides.

Then he stretched out a big hand to touch the blade of the ghost-headed sword. As he touched it with his hand, a sinister aura came from the ghost-headed sword, as if it was cooperating with its master.

After the Poison King touched the Ghost-headed Sword that he had not picked up for a long time, he slightly let go of his hand, then turned his head directly, focusing his dragon-like eyes on the man in front of him.

"Long Yin, it has been almost a month since you came to my Dark City..."

"I never asked you why you came here before, but now maybe you should tell me the truth?" The Poison King's voice was domineering and natural. When he said these two sentences, it not only made people feel a sense of Kowtow in a sign of respect.

But he actually called the other party's name, Long Yin?

Could this man be the traitor from the Hell Gate: Long Yin, one of the three death guardians?

Yes, if you look at his face carefully, he did appear once in Binjiang City and took away Long Yin from Li Tian's "Book of Heaven".

After hearing the Poison King's domineering question, Long Yin suddenly laughed in front of him.

"To be honest...I, Long Yin, came to your Poison Emperor's territory this time, but I actually came to seek refuge." Long Yin said while smiling.

"Escape? Is what they said true? Have you really betrayed Hell Gate?" The Poison King suddenly looked at Long Yin coldly in front of him and said, his anger could be heard in his voice.

After the Poison Emperor said this, Long Yin did not deny it, but nodded silently.

"Yes."

"I betrayed Hell Gate." One sentence came out of Long Yin's mouth.

After hearing the truth told by Long Yin in front of him, the Poison King suddenly had a terrifying and ferocious aura all over his body.

That aura was like an overwhelming force, overwhelming Long Yin in front of him.

"Since you have really betrayed Hell Gate...then you can't blame me."

Suddenly, a cold and angry voice came out of the Poison King's mouth. When he said this coldly, his messy hair suddenly flew up as the energy accumulated in his body.

His murderous intent was revealed in those scorching eyes like a pair of dragon colts.

Could it be that the Poison King is going to kill him? Is he going to take action against Long Yin?

"You must be very familiar with my friendship with your sect leader... Now that you have admitted your betrayal... Humph, then don't blame me for being ruthless."

After the Poison King spoke again, he really seemed to be ready to take action.

Long Yin couldn't help but take a step back, and his face instantly became full of caution.