Liu Yanbo didn't know when there was an extra fruit knife in his right hand.

The knife was three inches long and shimmered with a cold light.

This ordinary fruit knife, which can be seen everywhere in daily life, at this moment, it seems to be infused with vitality, as sensitive as a poisonous snake, and bloodthirsty as a demon.

Liu Yanbo wears a pair of thick leather gloves on his hands, but this fruit knife that looks extremely uneasy seems to be in his hand.

The human knife is one, and he wields the knife to kill people as he wants-

In addition to the Ninth Master and the old ghost in the house, there were eight people still alive in the 'Undercurrent', and three of them were holding pistols in their hands.

This parlor is very large, probably dozens of flats, and it is no problem for a group of people to talk about the mountains, but it is a bit small to use it for life and death struggles.

In a crowded space, guns don't do much of a thing.

First, Liu Yanbo's reaction was really fast and scary, and he didn't give them a chance to aim at all;

Second, they have the disadvantage of being too large and are prone to accidental injury.

are all old fritters on the verge of life and death, and weighing the pros and cons has become an instinct.

The three gunmen of the 'Undercurrent' put away their pistols almost at the same time, drew their short knives and rushed towards Liu Yanbo with four other knife-wielding companions.

The nine of them were able to be sent to rescue the prince of the 'undercurrent', and of course their skills were excellent, especially one of the old men who was about the same age as the ninth master, who was amazingly imposing and looked exceptionally strong.

He sat on the sofa, holding a small purple clay teapot in his hand, and took a sip from time to time.

He neither participated in the attack, nor did he look up at his dead companions, and he didn't even glance at Liu Yanbo from beginning to end.

This calmness is not as good as even the ninth master.

Liu Yanbo had also noticed this old man a long time ago, but he just glanced at it casually and didn't care.

In the world of killers, only those who survive to the end are equipped with self-confidence.

He will be the one who will survive to the end.

Cutting the throat of the lewd man, Liu Yan fluctuated without a trace of stagnation, his left foot had not yet touched the ground, and his right foot violently exerted force, ejecting it like a spring.

Seven people, seven directions, almost at the same time, are all speeds that are approaching in the blink of an eye.

Someone jumps, someone crouches......

Seven knives stabbed Liu Yanbo's face, the back of his neck, his left waist, his right armpit, his thigh, his ankle, and his heart.

In the face of this seamless attack, Liu Yanbo did not retreat but advanced, and before they could complete the final offensive, he had already taken the lead.

Swish~

Blade Breaks.

Liu Yanbo waved the fruit knife in his hand, he was like a spinning top that was being hit urgently, turning out one afterimage after another, which happened to be seven.

Burst~

A column of blood erupted from the throat of the person in front of each afterimage, spilling into the sky like a fountain.

The same method is to kill with a knife.

This time it's seven.

Outside the house was a violent storm, and inside the house was a bloody storm.

Bang~Bang~

The old ghost raised his hand and shot twice. He wanted to kill people with one shot, and he wanted to block Liu Yanbo's theoretical next offensive direction.

Yes.

The sharpshooter who had followed the Ninth Master Thirty-One no longer had the confidence he had before, and after firing two shots in a row, he was ready to fire a third shot.

In the old ghost's heart, Liu Yanbo seems to be able to dodge these two shots in a row.

The afterimage is still there, but the people under the rain of blood have disappeared.

Before the old ghost could fire the third shot, a cold light flashed in front of him, and he only felt that his wrist holding the gun suddenly hurt in his heart, and when he saw it clearly, the hand holding the gun had fallen to the ground.

The old ghost snorted, endured the pain of breaking his wrist and retreated quickly, wanting to retreat to the side of the ninth master outside the battle.

Sou~

The cold light broke through the sky and pierced the old ghost's heart.

Boom~

Before the old ghost's dilated pupils could even surface a trace of fear of death, he had already fallen straight backwards and fell at the feet of the ninth master.

Another one died.

Liu Yanbo finally stopped, standing where the old ghost was standing and shooting just now, squinting slightly at the ninth master, and glancing at the old man who was still sitting on the sofa from the corner of his eye.

The ninth master didn't hold his hands behind his back anymore, and the old man didn't drink tea anymore.

In less than a minute, nine people were killed in a row.

Liu Yanbo is already worthy of arousing their high vigilance, even fear.

"Who the hell are you?"

Jiu Ye's voice was gloomy, his eyes were cold and staring at Liu Yanbo, and as for the old ghost who fell at his feet, he didn't even look at it.

What about thirty-one years?

He was the ninth lord of the first life, remembering and sad? He has long since lost sight of what these things are.

Besides, now is not the time to be sentimental.

For many years, it had been a long, long time since anyone had given themselves such a dangerous feeling, even more dangerous than all the dangers they had faced in the past combined.

He never believed that the young man in front of him was as simple as a taxi driver.

"What can you do if you know?" asked Liu Yanbo rhetorically.

Now that it is a never-ending situation, no matter who is who, there will be no second way to go, is there still any point in asking?

Liu Yanbo shook his head and asked lightly: "Now there are only two old guys left, do you go together, or do you come one by one?"

His words were too hurtful and hurt the ninth master's self-esteem.

In an instant, a terrifying killing intent erupted on the Ninth Master's body, he walked straight to Liu Yanbo, and said in a cold voice: "You are indeed very strong, but I Huang Someone's status today is not picked up by luck, you are not the first person who wants to kill me, and you will not be the last." ”

His ninth master can have today by relying on his own ability.

A few decades ago, the rivers and lakes were not playing the murder without seeing blood now, it was the real era of fighting with white knives in and red knives out.

can fight a bloody path from that dark era to the pinnacle of life, and his ninth master's combat power can definitely withstand the challenge. Even in recent years, he has not killed the number one killer in the world.

Liu Yanbo's combat power is terrifying enough, but in the heart of the ninth master, he is just a young man who is frivolous with a little ability, very dangerous, but not to be afraid.

Liu Yanbo stood in place, and a smile rose at the corner of his mouth under the mask: "I hope your strength is worthy of your self-confidence." ”

Jiu Ye walked faster and faster, and when he was still about two meters away from Liu Yanbo, his right hand shook, and a hidden blade fell into his hand, stabbing straight ahead.

Sou~

Just when the Ninth Master was about to stab Liu Yanbo in the eye, the old man who had been sitting on the sofa finally made a move, and a fatal flying knife went straight to Liu Yanbo's heart.

Liu Yanbo turned sideways slightly, and shot again, his movements didn't look fast, there was no dazzling afterimage of the Dao before, it's just-

The five fingers of his right hand were like hooks, clasping the wrist of the ninth master. The left hand is like a pincer, and the middle and index fingers are caught in the deadly throwing knife behind the back.

Not fast, not slow, just right.