"That's five enough!" A stunned man who stood in Wang Liu's position blurted out in surprise, and then the strange atmosphere finally made him realize that something was wrong, he looked at the person who raised his hand at the end, and asked in surprise: "Who are you?" Who let you in! ”

Nine swords and eighteen pairs of eyes stared at the mask of death in unison, they were all swords, swords, and shadows in the life and death battle, each other's momentum can be connected as if overwhelmed, if ordinary people are afraid that they have been frightened by their gaze. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

The Mask of Death didn't speak, but his raised right hand turned into several heads, and his white-gloved fingers counted them one by one.

This silent movement seemed to be full of oppression, and when he pointed at whom, everyone felt a chill down their spines inexplicably, as if they were really being named by death.

The knife king suddenly discovered that although there was only one person in this Death Mask, although he didn't say anything, although it was just a simple action of counting the heads one by one, he had already broken the momentum condensed by the nine knives, and was even countering.

If he was counted by the Grim Reaper mask, he was afraid that he would not be able to hold the knife with nine knives, Wang Liu's heart sank, what a master!

Wang Liu wanted to drink the Death Stop Mask, but he suddenly found that he couldn't make a sound.

The Grim Reaper Mask silently exuded an invisible momentum like a frog boiled in warm water, and they didn't feel the pressure at first, but when they did, they were already suppressed and couldn't move.

The nine people were all full of panic and fear, but they sat in place as if the old monk had settled down, knowing that it was wrong, but they could only let the fingers of the god of death pass one by one, and when they reached the last person, it was an opportunity for the nine knives!

Because when the head is counted, there will inevitably be a change in the movement of the Death Mask, and it is impossible to count it again, so when this action changes, it is when the previous momentum weakens, the nine knives have cooperated with each other for many years, and Wang Liu is just a look, and everyone already understands what he means.

So when the last person raised his hand after counting the fingers of the Grim Reaper Kamen, the nine knives felt relieved at the same time, and Wang Liu's hands immediately wiped his waist back, and he pulled out his double knives that looked like eight slashing knives, and jumped on the table with a loud shout.

The other eight brothers also immediately drew their swords, but they were inferior to Wang Liu in terms of strength, speed, and reaction, so although they were the farthest away from Wang Liu, it was he who first launched an attack on the Death Mask.

"Click......"

Wang Liu held two knives and bowed his body on the table, and in a blink of an eye, he was in front of the Death Mask, and in a flash of cold light, Wang Liu's knife had already been cut off on the head!

But at this moment, Wang Liu saw clearly the only good-looking Danfeng eyes on the mask of death, and at this time, those Danfeng eyes were looking at him with stupid eyes, which made Wang Liu instantly have self-doubt: Where am I stupid?

"Phew!"

The Mask of Death suddenly raised his leg and kicked the table, kicking the long conference table upside down and flying out.

At the same time, Wang Liuyi stepped into the air.

Emma-Wang Liu's body is out of balance, but he still insists on slashing this knife at the mask of death with a tenacious proletarian spirit.

But what he didn't expect was that as soon as the Grim Reaper Mask grabbed his hand, he grabbed his wrist like a bag, and then Wang Liu felt an irresistible powerful force grabbing him casually, and the sound of "poof" was endless.

"Hiss......"

Wang Liu was so painful that tears were about to burst out, the Death Mask grabbed him and slashed him in such a circle, and he didn't know how many knives he blocked, anyway, he was now hurting everywhere on his back, arms, and legs, but the Death Mask threw him to the floor without mercy, and he almost vomited his stomach.

Lying on the ground, Wang Liu had a feeling of having crossed over, although the person was still here, but the soul did not know where to go, and when the soul came back, Wang Liu found that the surroundings were as quiet as a cemetery, but the smell of blood was like a slaughterhouse.

Wang Liu raised his head in a daze, and he suddenly found that he was still wrong, this was clearly the Shura Field......

Eight of the nine knives had been broken and sunk, and of course they were not dead, but worse than dead, for they were all disabled, their arms were neatly cut off at their shoulders, and blood was gurgling out and staining the ground.

The Grim Reaper stood in front of him, playing with a Nepalese saber in his hand, and the knife flower made Wang Liu's eyes dazzled and frightened.

"Why!" Wang Liu was frightened and aggrieved: "We are just a knife, we pay for others, we pay for the knife, there is a debtor and a debtor, who hires us, who do you find!" ”

"The people who hired you have already paid the price." The Danfeng eyes of the Grim Reaper's mask were bent, like a crooked moon: "But I don't agree with your theory, if people let dogs bite me, people will lose money, can dogs let them go?" ”

"We ...... It's not a dog...... "Wang Liu gritted his teeth: Soldiers can be killed, but not humiliated!

"I said you are, you are!" With a wave of the Death Mask, two cold lights flashed, and Wang Liu suddenly fell to the ground with a dog eating.

"Lion ......" Wang Liu took a breath, and suddenly found that the air leakage was very serious, and there were two shiny things jumping in front of him.

Lao Tzu's front teeth!

Wang Liu was stunned for a moment before he reacted, but then a sharp pain came from his shoulders, and he realized that his arms had been cut off at the shoulders, and the knife was so fast that he didn't even feel it, and when he felt it, the Death Mask had disappeared.

You're going to insult me! Woo......

"Death! He is the Grim Reaper of Huadu! Suddenly, someone screamed hysterically, and Wang Liu suddenly remembered that there seemed to be a legend of death circulating on the road recently.

It's just that because the legend of the god of death is in Huadu, Wang Liu and they always feel very far away from themselves, but they didn't expect to dance with the god of death today.

"Someone! Take us to the hospital! Someone screamed.

But immediately someone stopped him: "How stupid are you? If you can't enter the official gate and die, you can't enter the hospital, and you have forgotten the rules on the road! ”

"You're so stupid! In our current shape, we have basically said goodbye to the road! ”

The door of the conference room was slammed open, and the brothers of the Little Knife Club rushed in and were stunned, all of their nine leaders had their arms cut off and fell in a pool of blood, and two of them were still trying to argue......

It's over, it's all over......

Wang Liusheng stared at his two front teeth that were gloriously laid-off, the nine knives that were the core were all abolished, and the Little Knife Club would be removed from the Dao.

"Hum—"

The Touareg and a Cayenne drove again to the rocky mountain road, and at that moment the Touareg suddenly stepped on the brakes, allowing the Cayenne to rush first.

Beilong fell on the Touareg car like a piece, attached to the main driver's window, Hatano Chirei flexibly slid to the co-pilot like a fish, and went out directly through the co-pilot window, and at the moment of flying out, Hatano Chiling smiled back at Belon.

"Hiss......" seamlessly drilled into the driver's seat, and Bei Long, who was shocked by her retrospective smile, shook his hands and almost had an accident.

It's terrifying!

Can you imagine an old man smiling at your charming glance? And that old man looks exactly like you!

Belon raised the windows and fastened his seatbelts at the same time, although the car was still speeding at 100 kilometers per hour, it did not affect his concentration and dual-purpose.

At this time, the sky has revealed the white of the fish's belly, and in order to cover Beilong, the bickers who usually toss until three or four o'clock at most have to play until dawn. Of course, for the drag racing party, it's just an all-nighter, it's nothing, but it's just too much for the imps.

When the Touareg returned to the drag racing party gathering place, the imp took off his military night vision glasses and started eye exercises to relieve eye fatigue.

Staring at the balls like this and monitoring all night, the clairvoyance has to be blind!

"Little ghost, is Belon still flying cars?" The old corpse's cold voice came from the headset, although he hadn't slept all night, but he didn't feel tired at all.

The little ghost changed a pair of binoculars to look at the Touareg, only to see the car door open, Belon stepped out of the car, and sent a cigarette to the driver who drove the Cayenne, and the two seemed to exchange the experience of flying the car just now, hooking their shoulders and smiling very speculatively.

"Just finished a lap, it looks like it's about the same." The imp guessed that the drag racing party was already leaving one after another, and last night's carnival was finally coming to an end.

"Are you sure he's the one who flew the car?" The old corpse accentuated.

"You don't believe me?" The little ghost's face turned cold.

"It's not that I don't believe you, it's just that the stakes ......"

“…… I'm sure it's him! ”

"In that case, we can give up the surveillance of Belon." The old corpse sighed: "At two o'clock this morning, in Rongcheng, two hundred and fifty kilometers away, the god of death came to the headquarters of the Little Knife Society, and the arms of the nine knives were wasted, and the Little Knife Society was ready to be disbanded." ”

"What?" The little ghost was taken aback: "Are you sure it's really the Grim Reaper?" ”

"Sure." The old corpse said in a deep voice: "The comrades over there have already interrogated the nine knives separately, and judging from their descriptions, the person who wasted their arms is sure to be the god of death." ”

“…… Call. The little ghost was silent for a moment, exhaled a breath of turbidity, and began to pack up his things: "I'll be back soon, let's go to Rongcheng!" ”

Regarding Ge Tianci's death, because Ge Jinsuo blocked the news, even Zhong Kui's group failed to get the news in time, which led them to make a wrong judgment.

The crisis brought by Zhong Kui's group to Beilong has been temporarily lifted, but Beilong is facing another crisis at this time.

Hatano Chiling, who had returned to normal women's clothes and looked like a fashionable urban girl, sat in the second seat of the Touareg and said to Bei Long with a smile in her eyes: "Male ticket, don't you take me home to sit down?" (To be continued.) )