At the moment when the six gold medal fighters made a move, Shadow Xiaoda waved his hands together, and nine deadly flying knives came out. However, this is not Shadow Da's final attack, the final attack is his six@four.

A series of dense gunshots came from Xiao Da's muzzle, seven bullets with the aura of death were densely scattered around the body of the blood knife, no matter where Zheng Jiajun jumped or flashed, there were always one or two deadly bullets waiting for him.

This kind of shooting angle that covers all parts of the bloody knife Zheng Jiajun's body was practiced many times by Shadow Xiaoda in advance.

Shadow Xiaoda knew that the Blood Knife Zheng Jiajun was by no means an ordinary martial artist with great internal strength, but a peak martial artist who had experienced the rain of bullets in the Sword Mountain. It is absolutely impossible to shoot at just one angle to achieve the purpose of shooting wounds or even shooting.

So when firing, a series of bullets is covered in multiple angles and in all directions.

As long as one bullet is fired, many of Wu Da's subordinates on the second floor will swarm in. Too many ants can also bite an elephant to death, if the elephant has already been seriously injured by a gunshot.

In the face of the sudden arrival of bullets, Zheng Jiajun's face flashed with a trace of contempt.

But seeing that the bloody knife in his hand suddenly burst out with seven slashes, a terrible scene appeared in front of Wu Da's eyes.

But when I heard the loud sound of "bells", the seven bullets turned into fourteen-petaled iron wedges scattered in the four corners of the third floor.

My God, the blood knife Zheng Jiajun only relied on one knife to cut seven high-speed bullets, what kind of strength does this need? What kind of accuracy? What kind of speed? Is it so terrifying that a martial artist who has cultivated internal strength?

The terrible thing is not over yet, and a white light flashes between heaven and earth like a heroic light that passes through heaven and earth. Like the thunderbolt of the god of thunder and the fury of the god of electricity, he took up a thin body and slammed it against the hard wall of the third floor, revealing only a short hilt.

The blood knife Zheng Jiajun was angry at the sneak attack of the shadow Xiaoda, and in a fit of anger, he fixed the shadow on the wall with a knife. Of course, it is not only Xiaoda's body that is fixed, but also his fire of life.

After killing the shadow, the Blood Knife Zheng Jiajun did not go to retrieve his treasure knife, but walked towards Wu Da with a chill. With his hands waving slowly, even those who don't know the inside story can see that he wants to take Wu Da's life on the third floor.

At this time, Wu Da kept shaking, just like a weed in the autumn wind, although there is still life, but its end is at the moment when the cold winter comes.

Faced with the threat of the end of his life, as the boss of the underworld in Suishi, the once high-ranking man, the underground emperor who can judge life and death with one word, he is afraid, he is afraid.

A person, when he has everything that others do not have, his desire for his life is also greater than that of ordinary people.

He, Wu Da, the underworld boss of Suishi, loves his life immensely.

Probably, before that, he didn't realize it. But now, he realized, he wanted to live, he wanted to live, he didn't want to die. Even if he loses everything, he doesn't want to die.

"Poof", Wu Da knelt down, kneeling with fear on his face, and kneeling down with tears on his face. The former arrogance, the former glory, the once, the cold and fearful king of the underworld in Suishi, knelt down, knelt deeply!

It's not just his body that kneels, it's his pride!

"Please, please, Brother Zheng, Master Zheng, spare me, let me go, it was all my fault before, it was all my fault, I am willing to pay back, I am willing to give everything. Master Zheng, I dedicate all my assets to you, I give you all my inheritance, and I just ask you to spare my life. ”

In the midst of crying, Wu Da kept lowering his once arrogant head and kowtowing to the ground again and again.

Now, Wu Da deeply realized: what underworld boss, what underground emperor, what huge power, once faced with the internal strength of the martial arts who can decide life and death, all of them have become nothing.

In the past, some people in the same way persuaded him that if he wanted to develop safely and steadily, he must invite an internal martial artist. Otherwise, once there is an accident, it will be difficult to use any power, territory, or younger brother.

At that time, he Wu Da didn't take persuasion very seriously. Now, he knew and regretted it, but it was too late.

If he is given another chance, even if it is a small chance, even if it costs half of his assets. No, even if it is all assets, he will also enshrine an internal strength martial artist who can be compared to the blood sword.

Regret! Regret! Wu Da is now regretful and has no regrets! Now his life is about to be lost, and he is about to leave him.

looked at Wu Da who knelt on the ground in front of him and begged for mercy, looked at Wu Da who frequently kowtowed, the underworld boss of Suishi, and the former "brother". Blood Knife asked lightly:

"You want to beg for mercy? Do you want to give everything?"

In the indifferent words, there was a high-minded emperor tone.

Yes, the current Zheng Jiajun is the emperor in charge of Wu Da's life and death, and the blood knife standing in the middle of the third floor has become the underworld emperor of Suishi.

The look that looks forward to self-pride, and the eyes are empty-eyed, showing that he Zheng Jiajun is about to become the underworld boss of Sui City and even T Province.

"Yes, yes, Master Zheng, I beg for mercy, I admit defeat, I hand over everything I have, I just ask you to spare my dog's life. ”

As Wu Da kowtowed and admitted defeat, there was silence on the third floor, and the six gold medal fighters who were injured and fell to the ground, plus Wu Da's subordinates who rushed up from the second floor, stood around with their hands trembling, and their low bent waist showed their obedience and obedience at this time.

As for Liu Zhao, both of them were standing by the window on the third floor, and their position showed an attitude of staying out of the matter.

To the surprise of the Blood Knife, the young man who had been facing away from him had only looked back at him since he entered the third floor, and no longer looked at the situation on the field. Instead, I kept looking out the window, as if something more exciting was happening outside the window.

This kind of indifferent situation can't help but attract Zheng Jiajun's attention, with his many years of experience in walking the rivers and lakes, this kind of person is either an ignorant person pretending to be a B person, or a real master.

But based on the age of this young man, he is only in his early twenties at most, could he be a strange person with advanced cultivation?

Although it aroused the suspicion of the blood knife Zheng Jiajun, the extent of it was also faint. He looked at Wu Da, who begged for mercy like a dog, and the revenge satisfaction in his heart filled his chest.

"Begging for mercy? Give everything you have? Wu Da, don't you think you're ridiculous? Don't you think you're ignorant? You've lost, you've lost, even if you don't give everything, isn't everything yours still mine? Don't worry, I'll let you go with peace of mind, I won't let you feel pain, and I'll dedicate your head to the grave of my former brother." Don't worry, it won't hurt, just once, after a while, you will meet your ancestors. Remember, your head was cut off by my bloody knife Zheng Jiajun. ”

After speaking, the laughter showed how happy and hearty the bloody knife was!

As the smile on his face continued to accumulate, the scabbard of the bloody knife in Zheng Jiajun's hand slowly raised, as slow as in slow motion in the film.

Although the scabbard of the blood knife is blunt, who can be sure that the blunt scabbard cannot kill?

Not to mention the blunt scabbard, even if it is a dead branch, it is no less than an open-edged steel knife in the hands of a great martial artist with internal strength.

At this time, the blood knife was especially willing to appreciate the gradually increasing fear on Wu Da's face, and every increase in the fear line enhanced his pleasure.

Suddenly, a faint indifferent voice sounded, without the slightest emotional fluctuation, as if explaining the instruction manual of a thing.

"Wu Da, five million, as long as you are willing to pay the same five million, I can give you a chance to live. ”

Before the words disappeared into the air, Zheng Jiajun's bloody knife in the air was stunned, and his eyes quickly swept to the window.

Yes, it was the young man standing by the window who spoke, but he had already turned to face Zheng Jiajun.

As for when he turned around, Zheng Jiajun, who had been paying attention to the entire third floor, didn't feel it, as if this young man had been facing him all along.

"Who dares to fight my bloody knife Zheng Jiajun's Liangzi?"

A burst of drinking came from Zheng Jiajun's mouth, but how could there be a hint of doubt hidden in the explosion, this kind of doubt is a surprise of the unknown.

"What kind of person? Let me think about it, oh, I remember, my name is Zhao Dabao, yes, my name is Zhao Dabao, I was hired by Wu Da for 100,000 yuan, and it is said that I want to deal with an opponent of his. Could it be you? Yo, Boss Wu, why did you kneel? Forgot to ask, is the person you want to deal with standing in front of you?"

Zhao Dabao, who was standing by the window idly, said expressionlessly, as if he was talking about an unusually ordinary thing, as for the blood, corpses, and fragments of furniture everywhere in his eyes, it was the same.

"He was hired by you for 100,000 yuan, so who is the money for the two boxes of money on the ground? You won't say that it was the money to hire Feng Quanyi's master and apprentice, right?"

Blood Knife Zheng Jiajun's face was full of incredulity, and the questions in and out of his words were pointed at Wu Da who was kneeling on the ground.

As the boss of the underworld in Suishi, he has been mixed up for decades, and he understands the doubts in the blood knife at once.

From Zheng Jiajun's tone, he clearly felt that his vigilance against Zhao Dabao far exceeded that of the black monkey Feng Quanyi. Even if he couldn't believe that Zhao Dabao would be stronger than the black monkey, he still had another gamble between nine deaths and one life.

A howl full of determination sounded in the misery: "Mr. Zhao, as long as you save my life, I will definitely pay Mr. 5 million." ”

"Five million, young man, I advise you to think about it. The black monkey Feng Quanyi also came to help, but he didn't have a chance to get it. You look around, you look at the corpses on the wall, young man, will you be stronger than a black monkey? Will you be stronger than a bullet?"

Blood Knife Zheng Jiajun was unusually unusually patient and explained the situation on the field.

In this case, he didn't believe that this young man was an ignorant young man pretending to be B, and pretending to be B would lose his life at this time. On the other hand, if he was an ordinary person, would he pretend to be B like this?

For Wu Da, Zhao Dabao didn't have a good impression of it at all from his heart, but he agreed to Liu Zhao to participate in this dispute, if he didn't intervene at all, it didn't seem to be that matter.

Besides, after seeing the power of a martial artist with great internal strength in this worldly realm, his original positioning of the Earth Star cultivation realm became clearer and clearer.