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There was a sudden silence all around, as if cold claws were clasping the throat. It was a murderous aura, like substance, rising from the bodies of the four big men, and pounced on Gordon, and the dim corridor seemed to have even cooled down.

It wasn't out of fear, but the skin under Gordon's trench coat still couldn't help but get goosebumps.

This is the real murderous aura, which has nothing to do with the source power, and can only be cultivated by those who kill people like hemp. It must also be a high-level humanoid creature that can release negative emotions such as grief, fear, anger and despair before death.

Once the murderous aura is cultivated, it will give birth to the dual coercion of the body and spirit, making the enemy's hands and feet numb and weak, and the body and mind tremble, making it difficult to wield all the combat power. It is said that the murderous aura is condensed to the extreme, and it can even open up the spiritual sea in another way and give birth to spiritual seeds.

"It seems that you have no objection to the offer of a thousand gold coins." There was a cold and sarcastic expression on the face of the man. Gordon froze, as if captured by a murderous aura.

A big man sneered: "How can this kid have any objections? I see that he is very happy with the price, and he is already speechless! ”

The others burst into laughter and shouted: "Boy, congratulations on your wealth, you actually earned a thousand gold coins!" "You can't make so much money selling your ass for the rest of your life!" "At least you can get down on your knees and lick our boots and say thank you, uncle!"

It wasn't until everyone laughed at it that Gordon said slowly, "Your offer is too low." ”

The person was slightly stunned, and then sneered: "It's up to you\

2netbsp; u8fd9 A box of worthless fakes, a thousand gold coins is already too high. ”

"Fakes?"

"I say they're fakes, they're fakes."

"You have the final say, or the laws of the Land of Sand have the final say?"

"It turns out that our children like ** law? What a coincidence, I like it too. This box of treasures has been stored in our warehouse, and you thief tried to sneak in and fish in troubled waters, only to have one of our legs broken and a self-righteous tongue cut off. You will be brought before the sheriff of the city and given a fair trial. Wei Ren said lightly, "Do you think this result is better, or is it better to take a thousand gold coins and get out?" ”

A fierce murderous aura suddenly erupted from his body, like an invisible blade slashing through, stronger than the murderous aura of the four big men combined.

The four big men were also murderous, and they approached Gordon again, their sturdy figures distorted by the flickering lights.

"This path is indeed the fastest and the most troublesome." Gordon stared intently at the dozens of bags of hemp behind the barricade, without even glancing at the people who gathered around him. The murderous aura of these people will intimidate ordinary people, and it will also affect the weak-minded warriors a little, but for Gordon, at most, there will be a little innocuous physiological reaction, such as standing up a few hairs.

The expression of the person for the sake suddenly changed, and he was attacked by the murderous aura of the five of them, and ordinary people were already soft and frightened, how could they speak calmly like Gordon?

"He's a cultivator, kill him!" The person who shouted loudly, and after many years of licking the blood with the knife, he reacted to God and made a decision immediately.

The reaction of the four big men was not slow, they hurled their knees and pounced on them with a murderous aura, as if four tyrannical horses raised their angry hooves and stepped into the air.

It's a horse step!

Gordon's eyes flashed. After a horse thief robs, he must sell the stolen goods, and if he finds a black market merchant, he will have a chance to find a horse thief. This was Gordon's original plan, and it was also the fastest way to find the Storm Horse Thieves. But he never imagined that the horse thieves would become black market merchants in a grand manner.

"Bang-bang-bang-bang!" Four feet wearing leather boots stepped on the ground one after another, and the big men jumped up with their strength, their bodies and steps were one, and the murderous spirit condensed their fists and rolled up a fierce and fierce fist wind.

The man stared at Gordon closely, his hand quietly pressed his belt, where a soft-steel scimitar was hidden.

The big man in the east rushed the hardest, the horse was the fastest, and his fist was the first to smash into Gordon.

Gordon stood still, his heart as calm as a stone, his fist close to his forehead, and the fist wind shook violently.

A rampant smile appeared on the big man's face. What cultivator, what source power, without years of life and death killing, there is a bird to use!

In an instant, Gordon bowed his head, bent his knees, and leaned forward, and the big man's fist swept over Gordon's head by a fraction of a margin.

With a "snap", the big man's Adam's apple shattered, and he fell in the air, with a rampant and smug smile on his face.

The man's heart sank suddenly, and Dahan was killed instantly, but he couldn't see Gordon's movements at all, and he didn't even know how Dahan died.

Another whistling fist has arrived! When the big man on Gordon's left throws his fist, his knee is raised high, and if Gordon dodges the punch, the knee will take advantage of the situation to make up for it. If you don't dodge, the knee will become a must-kill.

Gordon grabbed his hand, grabbed the big man's wrist, and pulled it in. "Click!" The wrist snapped in response, the big man roared in pain, and the knee blow was deformed due to the severe pain, and he fell weakly. But Gordon didn't let go of his hand, tightened his wrist bone, and continued to push inward.

"Click-click-click!" Along the entire arm of the big man, a series of sounds were like firecrackers. First the elbow was broken, then the shoulder bone, followed by the neck bone. The whole process is lightning fast and done in one go. As soon as the flowers were in front of the people, the big man was already paralyzed like mud, and he fell to the ground in anger.

On Gordon's right and behind, two other big men killed at the same time. One punched and kicked out, striking Gordon's temples and waist eyes; The man behind him turned into a palm, like a swift horse chopping knife, in line with the galloping horse steps, roaring and volleying straight into the air.

They don't understand the source power, but their moves are simple and effective, and they go straight to the point, all of which are killing techniques.

Gordon kicked his heels and suddenly fell backwards, like a stone cannon crashing into the arms of the big man behind him. The big man's palm knife was raised in the air, and before he could slash down, there was a sharp pain in his chest, and his breath was so stuffy that he could barely breathe.

Gordon put his backhand around the opponent's neck and twisted it to the right side. While the big man's neck was broken, he collided with his accomplices.

"Bang!" The only remaining big man was knocked out and flew out, and Gordon immediately pounced, flying faster than the opponent. Suddenly, he caught up with the other party, the two figures overlapped, and one fell together, and the big man fell down.

At the same time, a bright scimitar swept from the diagonal direction and slashed towards Gordon's waist, and the timing was just right, just when Gordon had just killed the big man and was exhausted.

The cold light trembled, sparkling and flickered, and the scimitar seemed to be constantly changing, until it approached, and the scream of the air flow came out, and the sword light suddenly turned into a shining line, blending with the murderous aura, fast and ruthless, exuding a bloody chill like a dementor.

"Ding!" The wrist of the person trembled, and the blade was flicked by a finger, jumping slightly. "Jingle Bell!" With a clear sound, Gordon fiddled with the five fingers of his left hand, and the sharp blade bounced back and forth between his fingers, like a juggler.

"Storm Horse Thieves?" Gordon asked after a long pause, opening the enamel pocket watch cover with his right hand and looking at the time.