Nie Qilin gasped, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and laughed strangely: "It's nice to say, send the little pudding away first, so that I can do things with confidence?"

"Whew!"

"I'm afraid that the little pudding will leave my sight and be killed by your people in the blink of an eye, right?!"

The man on the other side was a large man, with dark skin and a black suit.

When he heard Nie Qilin's words, he immediately smiled and said, "Yes, this woman knows so many things, of course she can't keep it!"

Nie Qilin smiled quite self-deprecating and desperate: "Seek skin with the tiger and be a cocoon to bind yourself!"

He hugged the little pudding lying on his waist tightly, and said astringently, "Little pudding, I'm sorry." ”

Little Pudding whimpered and cried, shaking her head vigorously.

The big man laughed and said sarcastically: "A scum who deceives teachers and destroys ancestors and kills people without blinking, there are still people who care?"

Nie Qilin was not used to him at all, so he scolded back on the spot: "It's your business!"

As his words fell, the big man's face changed.

But soon the big man showed a smiling look again, and threatened: "Nie Qilin, I advise you to die obediently." ”

"In this way, I can still leave you a whole corpse, and the little pudding will die a lighter death, and you won't have to suffer so many crimes!"

Nie Qilin coughed twice, but showed a weird smile: "Why are you talking so much nonsense?"

"Scared, don't dare to go up?"

The big man's face became even more ugly, and he immediately shouted: "Nie Qilin, don't pretend!"

"You are a waste of a horse now, and half of your body is in the ground! You still think that you are the fourth master on the road, and everyone is afraid that you will not succeed?"

Immediately, others followed suit, shouting around Nie Qilin in the wind and rain.

Nie Qilin faced their clamour, and only had one sentence: "Lao Tzu grass, you are paralyzed, call a few, and if you have a kind, you will come and kill me!"

For a while, the audience was silent, only the sound of whistling wind and rain, and the occasional coughing of Nie Qilin.

The name of a man, the shadow of a tree.

Even if Nie Qilin looked like he was going to die, that kind of deterrent still made people dare not despise him.

So many bandits with knives looked at each other in a daze, and none of them dared to take the lead, and many of them showed a look of shame.

And Nie Qilin didn't pay attention to them at all, but squatted down in front of the little pudding.

He stretched out a hand, rubbed the hair of the little pudding, and squeezed out a blood-stained smile: "Are you afraid?"

Little Pudding cried so much that her legs were trembling, but she shook her head stubbornly and said, "Don't be afraid." ”

Nie Qilin grinned: "If you don't be afraid, my brother will take you out." ”

"This bunch of garbage can't stop us from partnering, we're the best, right?"

Little Pudding gritted his teeth and nodded vigorously: "Pull the hook." ”

She stretched out her slender little finger and looked at Nie Qilin stubbornly.

Nie Qilin smiled and stretched out his little thumb and groped a little, and then he hooked up with the little pudding.

"That's good. Nie Qilin smiled and pinched her face, then picked up the little pudding and quickly put it on his chest to tie the strap.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, the two of them immediately looked at each other and nodded, and then quietly raised their knives to kill Nie Qilin.

"Three-four-o'clock!" the little pudding screamed suddenly.

People may be confused when they hear it, but I can understand it when I deal with her—it's actually the direction of three o'clock and the direction of four.

Concise words to convey the most effective message.

Almost at the moment when the man rushed up, there was a clear sound of "Qiang".

A silver light flashed, and blood splattered.

Juhe, draw the knife and slash.

These two people didn't even have a chance to scream, and immediately fell to the ground with a "poof", and it seemed that they were dead.

I was secretly frightened, and I said, "Is this Nima still called a person who is going to die?"

This group of black-clothed knife bandits were all about to pee, staring at Nie Qilin with a frightened expression.

However, Nie Qilin, who had just shown his might, couldn't stop coughing at this moment, and even his body was shaking, and his legs were trembling.

The difference between the front and back is jaw-dropping.

This is the situation, which instantly made this group of people cheer up as if they had been beaten with chicken blood, and the big man even shouted: "Let's go up together and kill him!"

Nie Qilin quickly took out a needle from his pocket, pierced the skin with the needle without hesitation, and then pushed all the liquid inside into the veins!

At this moment, he suddenly erupted into a beastly roar of pain, the green tendons on his forehead bloomed, and his breathing became more and more violent.

There was silence in my heart, and I had already guessed what Nie Qilin had injected before.

Epinephrine injection.

In the wind and rain, Nie Qilin had a white cloth on his eyes and a small pudding on his back. His center of gravity sank sharply, and he lifted his blades apart and pointed them upside down to the ground.

The rain slammed on the blade with a crisp and pleasant sound, mixed with blood and falling downward.

The black-clothed bandits who surrounded him swarmed him in an instant.

In an instant, the light of swords and swords intertwined like a curtain.

The roars of the black-clothed bandits shouting and killing, the eager and panicked prompts of the little pudding, the collision of the tips of the knives, and the sound of the wind and rain converged into a song of killing.

Nie Qilin's knife was fast and ruthless, and if it was filmed and played in slow motion, I even doubted that I could see the raindrops split in two.

His movements resemble the master's moves in a samurai movie, but they are more fluid in comparison, with no stagnation between flashing and moving, slashing and stabbing.

Blade of the blade, invincible!

The snow bright knives are intertwined into a net, and several Finnish snow cavalry knives are cut alive, and the violence is incomparable.

One by one, the men in black were shocked and fell backwards, but they were inevitably taken away by a knife.

After beating the adrenaline, Nie Qilin was like a Shura killing god, and the blade slashed through, and a person's head rolled off.

The splattered blood was as terrifying as a fountain of blood.

Blood splattered, and one after another the man in black fell in a pool of blood under the rain curtain.

But Nie Qilin was blind after all, and the little pudding couldn't take care of all the battle situations, so he was soon stabbed one after another.

The blood stained Nie Qilin's whole body red.

But what was shocking was that Nie Qilin was covered in bruises, but the little pudding didn't even take a knife.

Little Pudding's crying became louder and louder, and then he couldn't stop crying, and he couldn't give Nie Qilin any information.

He fought purely by his sense and hearing, but he still slashed one enemy after another with determination and determination.

Under my horrified gaze, the last figure standing in front of Nie Qilin fell.

With a "poof", Nie Qilin couldn't hold on any longer. He fell to one knee on the bloodied and rain-soaked dirt and slowly put the two handles* back into the scabbard.

Nie Qilin remained motionless in this posture, as if he had died.

And at this moment, a person stood up behind him again.

It's the big guy at the head.

He held the snow cavalry knife aloft, his expression was hideous and twisted, and he silently rushed towards Nie Qilin's neck and slashed at it.

"Back!" the little pudding's scream had already broken down, and his eyes closed in horror and despair.