Chapter Eighty-Seven: Violent Double Killing

"Up!"

With Zhong Wenhai's loud shout, the eight people standing behind him immediately rushed out, and within a few seconds, they surrounded Shang Luo.

There were four people on each side of the front, back, and left and right, and there were also four people standing on the houses on either side, blocking the way from all directions.

The tip of his right foot touched the ground, and around Shang Luo, a cloud of ghost fog was immediately dispersed, and in the ghost fog, the shadow of the tomb was full of shadows, and white bone puppets more than three meters high crawled out of the tomb and stood on the ground.

"Bone mound, this is what you rely on, boy, who do you think wouldn't?"

Directly in front of Shang Luo, a young man wearing a cyan power suit and long hair tied behind him had a sneer on the corner of his mouth, and his expression was full of disdain.

As if he said it, except for Zhong Wenhai, the remaining seven people also laughed out loud, with coldness in their eyes, as soon as the white bone puppet came out, it was obvious that the prey that was surrounded still wanted to resist, and now what they had to do was to let the prey who wanted to resist completely recognize the reality.

Bursts of gray and black ghost fog rose up one after another, and the white bone puppets quickly crawled out of the position behind the eight people, the streets, the roofs, and dense white bone puppets stood, and a few also had four or five hundred, surrounding Shangluo, and the scattered ghost fog in all directions also spread towards Shangluo's ghost fog.

"Boy, give you another chance, kneel down and lick the soles of the master's shoes, so that the master may let you go if he is in a good mood. A young man with a blue sword in his hand smiled wantonly, a picture that did not take Shang Luo in the slightest.

"Hahaha, Yang Le, this is your fault, how can you just let him lick your soles? You should lick the soles of the nine of us well, so that's it. ”

"Yes, yes, it's still true that Lao Zhang said, Yang Le will be punished if he eats alone. ”

"Boy, come and lick the soles of Grandpa's shoes, lick mine first. ”

Several people laughed wildly and looked at Shang Luo proudly, humiliating people is the most interesting, after the humiliation is clean, kill the other party, and appreciate the desperate and resentful eyes of the other party before dying, which is even more interesting.

"If you want me to say just give this kid to me Lao Zhu, hey, hey, my old Zhu has recently fallen in love with the backyard, although this kid is not very handsome, but he is still beautiful, let me be cool first. A fat man in a white shirt with a bulging belly rolled his eyes slightly, and smiled, with a touch of evil in his eyes.

"Zhu Yan, you guy is too heavy-mouthed, but it's not impossible, maybe it's quite interesting, don't you say?"

The young man named Yang Le laughed, his eyes full of excitement.

Since he got on that bone boat, he has been too depressed.

The former life of the wind and snow, drunken and gold fans disappeared without a trace, there was no beautiful little maid to serve him, there was no delicacies of the mountains and seas for him to enjoy, and there was no mansion compound to live in.

He had to face a battle to the death, the opponent was getting stronger and stronger, he became more and more difficult from the previous easy disdain, and his heart began to be full of fear, he thought that he was going to die in this endless death battle, but he didn't expect the situation to change, and suddenly came to such a city, which made him feel fortunate that he met Zhong Wenhai and other Liangguo compatriots one after another.

The nine of them were originally only acquaintances, not acquainted.

There are even families who are hostile to each other, but when all this happens, all the old grievances and hatreds are gone, and they are replaced by strong alliances.

It is precisely by virtue of the advantage of a group of nine that they not only did not have a hard time in these three days, but on the contrary, it was quite easy.

As long as they don't encounter a large number of barbarians, with the strength of the nine of them, they can easily solve and deal with it.

These days, they continue to torture and kill barbarians, and even hunt barbarians as prey, which greatly improves their strength, but also makes them feel a strange sense of satisfaction, the satisfaction of manipulating life and death.

At noon the day before yesterday and yesterday afternoon, they tortured and killed two humans one after another, and this kind of pleasure was not comparable to the torture and killing of barbarians.

"All the White Bone Mounds?"

Seeing this scene, the corners of his mouth twitched, Shang Luo's face showed surprise, and after thinking about it slightly, he didn't feel strange.

Rounds of death battles have achieved the survival of the fittest to the extreme, and those who can survive until now are not weak, there is no Dao seed, and they can't refine qi, and it is undoubtedly extremely difficult to survive until now just by refining the body.

And those who have a Dao seed and can refine qi can learn this white bone mound.

That's what he wants.

Killing people and seizing puppets, pushing the [White Bone Tomb] to 100% in one fell swoop, is his purpose today.

Thinking of this, Shang Luo smiled faintly, kicked his legs, and his body swept out.

Nine people, nine terrifying stabs, this is the safest and easiest way, but it is true, but it is a little wasteful.

The physical fitness of the eightfold body refining gave Shang Luo unparalleled speed, and the eight people who surrounded him may have been too confident, and several of them stood directly in front of the white bone puppet.

"Poof!"

The sharp sword light swept by, Shang Luo held Mo Li and stabbed into the heart of the young man named Yang Le, pulled out the long knife, and blood gushed out along the knife like a spring.

"You ......"

His eyes were filled with disbelief, and Yang Le immediately slammed to the ground with a pop.

In the second that Yang Le fell to the ground, Shang Luo swept out again, slashing towards the yellow fir youth on the right, it seemed that because it was too fast, the thoughts in the yellow cedar youth's mind were still stuck in the laughter a few seconds ago, and before he could react, the blade slashed across his neck, and the throat was cut with a slight cracking sound, and a faint wisp of dead and murderous aura sank into the black and red that was getting darker and more scarlet.

"Damn, it's a murderer, this kid killed Yang Le and Ye Fan. ”

A man standing on the roof of the house was furious, and his heart moved, and dozens of bone puppets stood in front of him.

Fast, it's too fast.

It seemed to be a raging black lightning, and in the blink of an eye, Yang Le and Ye Fan fell in a pool of blood, and the two of them in the pool of blood still stared at themselves.

The others also reacted at this time, their hearts filled with complex emotions such as anger, fear, and consternation, and at the same time, there was a sense of fear lingering in their hearts.

If they were the ones who were attacked just now, would they follow in the footsteps of Yang Le and Zhu Yan?

Yes.

After thinking about it for a while, it is not difficult to come up with the answer, except for Zhong Wenhai, the strength of the remaining eight of them is between the two and the middle, even if there is a gap, this gap is obviously not enough for them to avoid this amazing attack without defense.

I thought it was a prey that could be manipulated wantonly, but I didn't expect this prey to bite them back, and this bite bit off two people, which hurt my heart.