Liu Fuling's eyes flickered, and the bright red gorgeous dress disappeared, and when he came back to his senses, he found himself standing in a group of people in black. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

The man named Duan Pawn was right in front of him.

He stood steadily, looking around, it didn't matter how he came out.

Now the important thing is how to go back in again, take Ah Ye out, and leave.

The people surrounding him in front of him obviously wouldn't agree, but he still had to ask.

"Can you let me go, I'll go in and pick up my girl, and then leave."

Duan Pawn looked at him indifferently and said, "What do you think?" ”

"I think so."

Duan Pawn shook his head, "If you appear in front of me, it means that you are going to die, we are going to kill, it's that simple." ”

"What do you do, it has nothing to do with us, and you are not interested, and you will not go around talking about it."

"Only the dead don't speak."

Liu Fuling nodded in agreement.

He can only pass if he kills everyone here.

"Then kill it."

After a simple sentence, everyone moved.

Duan didn't make a move, and directly withdrew from the encirclement, the people in black surrounded the center, Liu Fuling squatted down, and his hands suddenly grabbed the legs of a person in front of him, and suddenly pulled it up, upside down, like holding a tree, waving horizontally, whistling and winding.

Temporarily slowed down the speed of the encirclement, he raised the person in his hand, the black-clothed man who was controlling his legs did not panic, and reacted quickly, and lowered his arm to the door in front of him, the small but deadly crossbow arrow shot out from his sleeve, Liu Fuling shook his head sideways, dodged the crossbow arrow, and smashed the person in his hand to the group of black clothes in front of him.

The man in the swing was bent in half, his fists hammered into the hands that had grabbed his feet.

So Liu Fuling let go, smashed his fist on the head of the man facing him, and retreated with the force of the shock, and at the same time pulled out the thin stick on his waist and waved it behind him.

There was a sound of gold and iron resonating.

Behind him, several black-clothed people grabbed a short knife with a narrow style and slashed rapidly, and the black-clothed black-clothed people in front of him raised their arms and fired a volley, and crossbow arrows splashed on their heads!

Liu Fuling leaned over suddenly, his whole body was close to the ground, his two toes and the ten fingers of his hands supported the ground, his limbs moved in a slight amplitude, like a spider crawling, and the crossbow arrow flashed, nailed to the position where he was standing with extraordinary precision, and his tail feathers trembled slightly.

After dodging the arrow feathers, Liu Fuling suddenly jumped up, his fists were like hammer drums, and he slammed into the two black-clothed faces, but the other party ignored it and stabbed him with a knife.

There was a muffled bang!

The double knives stabbed Liu Fuling's body, piercing the thin clothes, and no longer able to enter his seemingly ordinary flesh!

Liu Fuling's fists fell at the same time, and the two heads exploded directly!

Bone fragments and snow-white brains sprayed backwards, covering the surrounding black clothes.

His hands drooped, grabbed the chests of the two headless black clothes, and brutally raised them and smashed them into the crowd again.

The group of black clothes in front of him suddenly dispersed, keeping a distance of half a zhang from each other, and keeping a distance of one zhang from Liu Fuling, while the black clothes behind him rushed towards him with a knife.

No one was affected by his fist and skull, still calm, still awe-inspiring.

There is no way to do it quickly without hiding the means.

Liu Fuling looked down at the filthy ground, his fingertips twisted greasy, shook his hand, the knife light was cold all around, and the sunlight reflected a bright flash.

The black clothes behind him rushed forward, the black clothes in front of him retreated, Liu Fuling took a step in lightning, stepped on the next step, the ground shook, and the uncondensed blood splashed one after another.

The boy leaps in the air, his body stretched, like a person who has fallen from the top of a mountain, and falls forward with a dignified attitude.

The speed at which the black clothes drew the knife was very fast, but Liu Fuling fell faster, like a heavy wall, he pressed down suddenly, holding his arms like an ape, also like an iron cable, encompassing the person in front of him, and then took a step without allowing it, his lower body did not move, his upper body swung, and he directly knocked it away a few feet away.

At this time, the sword light behind him swept over, Liu Fuling bent his waist and turned around, and Futu flipped by.

The delicate narrow knives are all broken.

He lost the weapon in his hand, but the black clothes did not retreat, or pointed like a knife, or clenched his fists, or kicked his feet, and went towards his vital parts.

Liu Fuling retreated, rubbed his feet against the ground and retreated a few feet, retreated to a few black-clothed people who had just gotten up from the ground, holding Futu like holding a gun, stabbing at several heads, some people used their palms to block, in order to serve as a buffer, but it was useless, blinking, and the perforated heads fell down together.

He continued to make persistent efforts, without turning around, Fu Tu threw it back, picked up two thin and narrow short knives, and held them in his left and right hands, and for a moment the illusion seemed to hold the two magic knives.

It's a pity that there is no change in the wind and clouds, there is no thunder and thunder, these are just two very ordinary knives.

He didn't feel the throbbing of the magic knives in his arms.

Still not qualified, or too weak, why does he need to waste precious time on these people?

The thought moved, and the futu thrown out suddenly accelerated, crossed the afterimage, and penetrated the heart of a black-clothed person, Liu Fuling ran reflexively, as fast as a gale, and suddenly rushed to the periphery of a black-clothed person, the other party greeted him with a knife, Liu Fuling's right hand knife blocked, and the left-handed knife swept from bottom to top, kicked away the black clothes that were disemboweled, and rushed to the next one.

Three black-clothed people gathered and pounced on him, sticking to the fishy hot Futu flying in the air, one of them let out an inhuman strange scream, this was the first sound Liu Fuling heard from these black-clothed people, but the shouting could not stop Futu, so he passed through.

And the young man's two knives also slashed towards the remaining two, when colliding with the other party's knife, Liu Fuling suddenly let go, clenched his fists with both hands, bowed his back slightly, cut into the two of them, and his fist slammed into the chest of the two.

The two figures bent like prawns and fell out with fluffy blood.

Futu returned to his hands, stepping over the mutilated corpses on the ground, and the young man rushed to the next person like a bamboo.

A muffled thunder rang out on the ground.

Liu Fuling stopped abruptly, and saw the remaining dozen or so black-clothed people quickly gathered around Duan Pawn, who had been staying out of the matter, and Duan Pawn raised his feet again, and the whole movement was very gentle, but when his feet fell to the ground, a thunderous voice sounded again.

The momentum is huge, but there is no dust under the feet.

Of course, Liu Fuling would not wait quietly to see what he did, he rushed forward again.

Duan Pawn glanced at him and stepped out of the crowd, the black-clothed men bowing their heads and hands quietly, like devout believers, making way for their gods.

Liu Fuling's floating slaughter carried his momentum down, and the sound of breaking the air came one step later

Duan Pawn raised his iron-gray fist and simply blocked it in front of Fu Tu.

There was a heart-wrenching sound, as if the two of them were hard iron rocks, and the slender body of Futu's stick slashed along the fist of Duan Luan's pawn.

Liu Fuling felt a burst of awe-inspiring power, and another fist slammed in, with a huge momentum, as if it was not a fist, but a stone throwing for the siege.

The young man only had time to raise his hand, and he was directly blasted out ten feet away.

Duan Pawn's face was expressionless, and he faced the group of black-clothed people again, and paused again.

This time it was a hissing sound.

More than a dozen black-clothed people under him trembled, like demons, and raised their hands one after another, bowing to Duan Pawn.

Duan Pawn showed a look of disgust, took out a pitch-black piccolo from his bosom, and put it to his mouth to play.

No sound came out.

But the black-clothed people seemed to hear something, and they got up one after another, still holding their hands high, dancing, and taking strange steps under their feet, their bodies swinging and twisting.

Whimpering came from under the hood, like the ghostly cry of a ghost.

Bleak and solemn.

Like a child who prays to the gods.

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