Chapter 3449 Killing

"This is the best of times, this is the worst of times, this is the age of wisdom, this is the age of stupidity!"

At dusk, as the sun set, Ma Yingqi leaned on the railing on the third floor of the Taipingshan Restaurant, holding a slender cigar in his mouth, and muttered to himself: "This is the time of faith, this is the time of doubt; This is the season of light, this is the season of darkness; This is the spring of hope, this is the winter of disappointment; There are all kinds of things in front of people, and there is nothing in front of people! ”

"People are going straight to heaven; People are going straight to hell. ”

Although Ma Yingqi repeatedly told Zhao Heng that he was terrible, that he had to be transferred out of the restaurant immediately and that he had to delay the treatment of Baoyu, Master Baoshu completely ignored his advice, and insisted on spending medicine and effort to clean up his wounds, and he did not go out of the room for three hours, and his desire to visit was also blocked by the six protectors at the door, the reason was to avoid disturbing.

Ma Yingqi could only helplessly give up in the face of Master Baoshu's strength, although Master Baoshu shouted that he was sure and measured, it can be seen that Ma Yingqi, who had seen Zhao Heng's strength, knew that no matter how much he overestimated Zhao Heng, no matter how careful he was, Master Baoshu went all out to deal with Zhao Heng, and there was still half a chance of victory, but now, Ma Yingqi had no bottom in his heart.

He sighed at Zhao Heng's shrewdness, but also regretted Master Baoshu's excessive persistence, but even he felt strange, according to his character of greedy for life and afraid of death, when he was uncontrollable in the face of risks, he should run away or dodge as soon as possible, but Ma Yingqi did not leave this time, thinking of Master Baoshu's smooth and plump body, he sighed:

"The peony flower is dead, and it is also romantic to be a ghost!"

Ma Yingqi shook his head and puffed out a puff of smoke, and then glanced at the extremely quiet environment around him, Master Baoshu did not evacuate from the restaurant, but scattered many disciples to monitor it brightly and darkly, after all, Zhao Heng already knew about this, although the latter told him to visit Master Baoshu tomorrow night, and Master Baoshu also pinched Ye Qingcheng in his hand, but for safety reasons, he still raised his vigilance.

The dark waves in the restaurant are turbulent and nervous, and only the occasional chanting sound dilutes some of the tension.

"Whoosh!"

Just as Ma Yingqi's fingers flicked off the burned cigar and turned to go downstairs, his eyes were suddenly stabbed by a figure on the main road leading to the restaurant, which made him stop uncontrollably, and in his vision, a middle-aged man in gray clothes with scars on his face approached the restaurant unhurriedly in the afterglow of the setting sun, carrying a sharp saber.

"Zhao Heng?"

Ma Yingqi reflexively shouted out a name, but quickly shook his head firmly, although the other party's courage and courage were terrifying, but it was definitely not Zhao Heng who made him often have nightmares, at this time, the two gray-clothed nuns fell lightly from the tree, and the long swords in their hands flashed to block the comer, but before the two swords crossed, a faint sword light flashed mercilessly.

"Ding!"

In the next second, the heads of the two nuns were like ripe fruits in autumn, ripped off the branches and fell, rolling on the ground, and the necks of the two were a fracture that was smooth to the extreme, as if they had been cut off by a supreme sword, undoubtedly the work of a middle-aged man, who was also calmly stepping over the corpse, and the blade was also bloody.

But no one saw the middle-aged man make a move at all, he was like a lonely but powerful swordsman, advancing unhurriedly in the sunset, one bloody footprint at a time, and the four nuns who rushed out to block it stared at the heads of their companions on the ground, their faces were as uncontrollable as Ma Yingqi's zhì turned pale, and even they pursed their lips tightly, and they became white.

The hands of the four of them were slightly forced, the green tendons of the hands holding the long sword were faint, and a drop of cold sweat was dripping from their foreheads, everyone knew that the middle-aged man was here to kill, kill them, kill everyone, but they didn't have much courage to resist at the moment, although the two sisters at the first level were not of high rank, but they were naturally not rookies who could be brought to Hong Kong by the master.

Such two people, but they can't even bear each other's knives, what are they going to fight against?

The two heads rolled to the side, bringing out a blood-red road!

"Who are you?"

The lips of the four people were a little dry and a little timid, they subconsciously wanted to stop the middle-aged man's next action, their palms were strong, holding the hilt of the sword to give birth to the courage and killing intent of a battle, wanting to stop the middle-aged man forever three meters away, but unfortunately the long sword was always left in the scabbard, and it was impossible to pull it out, not because they didn't have the courage to pull it out, but because they didn't have the opportunity to pull it out!

In the next second, their heads flew out, blood rushed to the sky, staining the sunset in the eyes of Ma Yingqi and the rest of the nuns, and the four slender nuns fell down with their heads in different places, the long sword symbolizing courage was still not drawn, they were a little sad and a little unwilling, knowing that the middle-aged man would kill him, but they didn't have the courage to fight.

But this can't be blamed for their cowardice, middle-aged men are too strong and fast.

Ma Yingqi has not seen the other party's shot so far, and even he has a chill from dozens of meters away, let alone the nun who confronts the comer head-on, he has not recognized the identity of the middle-aged man, let alone the purpose of the other party's coming here, and he never thought that the other party would use a rough and bloody simple way to kill Master Baoshu's lover!

He didn't give any reason, maybe not at all.

Ma Yingqi muttered: "Could it be the master of the Zhao family?" It shouldn't be! ”

He knew in his heart that if it was really Zhao Heng who didn't care about crushing it, he could have transferred the troops stationed in Hong Kong to bomb the restaurant, and there was no need to send a master to wash it in blood, but Zhao Heng did not take the bombardment method, but just sent someone to send a coffin, which showed that Zhao Heng cared about Ye Tingcheng very much, and Zhao Heng would follow the rules of the game of Master Baoshu to bargain.

Therefore, before Ye Chengcheng's safety, Zhao Heng would definitely not go on a killing spree, so in the face of such a strange middle-aged man, Ma Yingqi was stunned and puzzled from the bottom of his heart, this gap, Ye Lingfeng was already standing at the outer entrance of the restaurant, and the gray-clothed nuns in the four peripheral checkpoints were all killed, and none of them pulled out the sword in their waists!

"Kill-kill-kill-"

At this time, many gray-clothed nuns heard the movement pouring out of the restaurant, converging the sisters who were guarding outside in front of them, and saw more than a dozen sisters of the same door lying in a pool of blood, or extremely tragic heads, they showed a sense of grief and killing intent, and they drew their swords together, and in the next second, they pressed forward to the middle-aged man, and the sword was light.

"Ye-lean-city!"

The middle-aged man looked calm, and after squeezing out three words with difficulty, the light-colored soles of his shoes walked forward with blood.

Six nuns with murderous intent rushed in front of him, but there was no emotion on his face, he just raised the saber in his hand slightly, and the simple action made the six gray-clothed nuns suddenly feel that their bodies became sluggish, and their reactions began to become sluggish, and the objects and people in front of them began to slowly disappear, disappearing to the point that there was only one other person in front of them.

The heaviness of this kind of battle was something that the six nuns had never experienced, and the momentum of the middle-aged man was greatly beyond their expectations.

The momentum is too depressing!

"Kill!"

The six nuns who rushed to the front shouted in unison, they knew that if they didn't act, their momentum would be completely weakened, so they chose to take the initiative to attack, and their whole body strength was raised to ten percent, the back of the sword turned, the cold light flashed, and they stood up, and the six of them ran towards the middle-aged man, and the human sword was one, which was the peak speed that they could achieve in this life.

In Ma Yingqi's surprised and approving gaze, six gray figures flew towards the middle-aged man like a sharp arrow with the cold light of the fast sword, striking with all their strength, ready to kill the other party with one move, but in the latter's eyes, this group of enemies and their swords were completely slowed down, and the middle-aged man suddenly stepped up, and the tip of the knife jumped over them with the tip of his toes.

The killing intent cut their fighting intent, and the six gray-clothed nuns were shocked when they saw this, and the corners of their mouths couldn't help but move twice, but they didn't expect that someone could suppress their courage, or such a middle-aged man with a bruised face, just in their minds, the middle-aged man suddenly took off into the air, turned around, and the saber in his hand was like a rainbow of gorgeous slashes.

"Whoosh!"

The speed of the knife was so fast that they didn't even react.

"Pounce!"

Six people broke off at the waist, and the middle-aged man stood in blood all over the ground!

"Ahh

Then, the middle-aged man shuttled through the crowd like a fallen leaf, and the screams continued to sound, during which the middle-aged man also swept over the roof of the building and swept over the horse eagle flag that was concerned about him, this breath made the latter's brows furrow, because he hated this breath, this breath not only had the smell of blood, but the most important thing was that there was no emotion in it!

Some are just indifferent, cruel, and ferocious!

It seems that before the eyes of the middle-aged man, before the mind, there is no external object in the world worth cherishing, anyone can regard it as a pig and a dog, at this time, the middle-aged man has killed more than 30 nuns, his will has been controlled by the scene, strong, fierce, unyielding, a moral code, earthly compassion, in front of him has become meaningless.

Ma Yingqi's body trembled slightly with the wind, and he wanted to order the elite of the Ma family to participate in the attack, but in the end, he stubbornly suppressed his thoughts, worried that he would consume his strength, and he didn't even have a way to live, no matter how good Master Baoshu was, after all, he was not his diehard, and in the moment of danger, it was difficult to say whether she would protect herself, so he gritted his teeth and looked coldly at the battle in front of him!

I hope that the nun will cut down the middle-aged man as soon as possible.

"Kill!"

The shouts of attack sounded again, more than a dozen gray-clothed nuns swarmed up, in the face of so many enemies, the middle-aged man's face still did not have the slightest wave, there was not even a trace of sneer at the corner of his mouth, the sharp saber turned half a circle in his hand, and then his toes were on the blood-stained ground, jumping high and counterattacking the enemy, his body was like a meteor across the sky!

People are cold, knives are colder; People are fast, knives are faster!

When the impacting nun marveled at the cheetah-like speed of the middle-aged man, the latter had already rushed in front of them with a saber, the blade slashed through the thunder from left to right, splashing patches of blood from the place it passed, and the five nuns fell to the ground with their throats clutched, with disbelief in their eyes: this guy's knife skills are as fast as lightning! Blood was sprinkled on the ground, red and dazzling.

The attack was amazing, slowing down the rest of the offensive, and also killing the movement of heaven and earth.

The middle-aged man's gaze jumped over the remaining nuns, looked at the treasure tree master who flashed out from the door, and squeezed out three words with an expressionless face:

"Ye-lean-city!"

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