Dense silver blades converged into one, tearing through the night and rushing with a terrifying aura of death, like a storm of death made of cold metal.

If this scene falls in the eyes of others, it is probably a shocking picture.

It can be reminiscent of novels or TV series such as fantasy fairy, and there is a feeling of "swordsmanship" driving countless flying swords to break through the sky and take people's heads thousands of miles away.

The whistling sound of the wind gathering together was as terrifying as a sonic boom, and it made the scalp tingle.

But even if it is a movie, no matter how awesome the special effects are, it is impossible to have this sense of realism.

Because this is not a special effect, not a prop, it is a real life!

The staff and guests were stunned to see this, and many of them screamed and closed their eyes, almost foreseeing my tragic death.

The bystanders are still like this, let alone me stepping on a horse as a party.

Almost as soon as they made the throwing motion, Lao Tzu felt a tingling in his scalp, and a chill jumped from his spine to his mind.

The heart was beating almost wildly, contracting to a minimum for a moment and then swelling violently, with a "thump" sound like a drum.

I could even clearly feel my pupils dilating, hot blood rushing madly to my limbs, breathing sounds becoming restless, and an inexplicable sense of excitement that was not healthy filled my body.

The spirit and concentration were highly concentrated, almost to an unprecedented level, and even produced an illusion - the oncoming rain of knives seemed to be slowing down.

I know, it's not that they're slowing down.

It's that my nervous reflexes have become faster under the attention of horror.

It's never been faster!

In the past 20 years, Lao Tzu has never had such a fast nervous reaction!

Almost instantly, I was bursting out of my throat with a beastly roar. Between my upper and lower mouths, there was even saliva sticking like a "string".

I don't have any other thoughts, I just know that if I can't cope with this round of knife rain, I'm dead!

Countless images flashed in my mind in an instant, including Nie Qilin opening his double swords and closing his eyes in the rain to kill the enemy, and Chen Longxiang sweeping the strong people in all directions with one knife and one sheath.

In an instant, the double knife opened.

The muscles on my arms bulged up, and the muscles swollen like a dragon, and the two knives rolled in my hands like a swimming dragon, slashing out sharp silver blades.

"When—"

The blade that struck first was cut into two pieces by me!

I heard the exclamations of women, and the shocks of men.

But he turned a deaf ear, didn't dare to close his eyes, and stared at the knife rain in front of him as much as possible.

"Dangdangdang—"

The sound of blades clashing was incessant, and in an instant, I had lost count of how many times I had swung the blades.

I only felt the tremendous impact one after another, and my jaw and arm were numb.

One Finnish snow cavalry knife after another was slashed aside by me, and even sparks bloomed in the collision of blades, making a piercing sound.

But this kind of operation is still too reluctant for me.

Especially against the last few blades, I was already at the end of my power, and I only stubbornly persisted in fighting with unyielding anger and perseverance.

A blade was cut by me, grazing my legs, cutting through my flesh and skin with ease;

There was a blade that went off the rails, and the back of the knife slammed into my face, causing my nose to ache and blood to flow;

Fragments of blades burst out and pierced straight into my flesh, stuck in them, and made me feel like I wanted to die for a while.

Under such an impact, I stumbled backwards again and again. The two-word pincers were not enough to support my badly injured body, and I almost fell straight down the steps, rolling straight down the long stone steps like a ball.

Anyway, I was able to stop such a scalp-numbing terrorist attack.

And, I'm alive.

That's enough!

At this moment, there was a deathly silence in the audience, and Yaqi was silent.

Whether it was the knife bandit who wanted to kill me, or the staff and guests on the side, they almost all had the same expression.

They looked at me in horror and shock, as if they had seen ghosts, like clay sculptures, and were speechless.

I only felt that my arms were trembling because of the loss of strength, and I was about to lose my grip on the notched cavalry knife in my hand.

I gasped for air, but a blood-stained smile grew.

"Hahaha!"

In the mountain villa at night, my laughter seemed terrifying and presumptuous.

"Just this group of evil pens still want to kill Lao Tzu?"

"Next life!" I wiped the blood from my face with the back of my hand, but found that it didn't work very well.

Because the blood was smeared into a mess, it kind of made me a flower cat.

In an instant, the scene completely exploded.

Some people who are not good at concentration have already exclaimed.

"Oh my God, he's still alive!"

"Can he block so many knives, is he still human?"

"The little prince really lives up to his reputation, he is a ruthless person. ”

"Escaped death, and still have this kind of bearing, really... Stunning!"

There are only a few people who make such discussions, and it is obvious that seeing such a bloody and shocking scene, my heart is already surging.

And many more people stared at me with different expressions.

Those celebrities, noblewomen, and young ladies all had bright eyes, and they did not hide their interest.

I know that in the calm and waveless circle of Jinling, a bandit with two knives like me is simply an outlier among the odds, and it can definitely arouse their strong interest.

Well, or it is okay to replace the word "xing" with the word "sex".

But I really didn't put any thoughts on them, so I immediately gritted my teeth and shouted with hatred: "What are you doing in a daze? Call the police!"

After shouting these words, I ignored their reactions and just grinned.

This smile is hideous and cruel.

Can a knife bandit without a knife still be called a knife bandit?

"You've had enough, haven't you?"

"It's my turn!"

As soon as I finished speaking, I raised the snow cavalry knife in my hand and made a throwing motion.

"Whoosh-"

In the next moment, a silver sword shuttled through the night.

"Ahh

The impact made him stagger, and he fell on the steps with a "pop" on the spot.

But I didn't stop.

Immediately after that, there is the second knife.

The third knife.

The fourth knife!

The gang was so frightened that they scurried around and looked for cover in confusion.

And after I pushed them back, I still had a knife in my hand and ran frantically down the hill.

I had a strong hunch.

Tonight's fight is not over yet.