"Vicious? The ultimate rush? ”

Qiao Ba finally put down the scroll he couldn't put down, flicked a Buddhist bead in his right hand, and said softly: "It seems that Lin Ze wants to hold the scar to the top position." ”

"Superior?" Li Si frowned slightly, puzzled. "Isn't he already on the throne?"

When he said this, Li Si's heart was shocked, and he immediately felt funny.

Upper?

Sitting on the leading position?

By Scar?

His three consecutive interrogative statements fully expressed his contempt for the issue. Although Scar has some foundation, it can be regarded as steady, but sitting in Jin Yuan's position is almost his limit within ten years. If you want to go further, I am afraid that it will take a long time to accumulate.

But judging from the tone of the eighth master, isn't it that Lin Ze wants to hold the scar and sit on the leading seat in the North District?

Thinking of this, Li Si even smiled a little dumbly.

Let Scar sit in the position of the leader of the North District, which means that he is about to be on an equal footing with the eighth master. But what kind of character is Scar? What kind of character is the eighth master?

In Li Si's opinion, Scar stood in front of the eighth master, like a child who had not yet learned to walk. Even if he threw a chair to Scar, he couldn't climb up. I climbed up, and I didn't know how to sit.

"It's not a good thing to pull out the seedlings and help them grow." Qiao Ba said slowly. "But if Lin Ze takes care of it carefully enough, the scar may not be able to achieve great things."

Li Si sighed that the eighth master has indeed cultivated a Buddha heart and an elegant atmosphere in recent years. But it seems that by the way, the courage has also been lost.

The disdain on the corner of his eyebrows failed to escape Qiao Ba's detection, and he moved a Buddha bead again, and said in a leisurely voice: "Li Si, how many years have you been with me?" ”

Li Si was slightly stunned, not understanding why the eighth master suddenly pulled the topic to himself, and hurriedly said respectfully: "It's been fifteen years, eighth master." ”

"Fifteen years—" Qiao Ba said meaningfully. "You've grown, and you've stopped. By now, you've started to regress. ”

Li Si panicked, hurriedly lowered his head, and said weakly: "Please ask the eighth master for advice." ”

"Think for yourself." Qiao said with a blank squeeze. "There are fewer and fewer old friends around me, and now you are the only one left. You can't sit still in the position of staff, and I have tacitly acquiesced to you as a simple counselor. Don't fail to stand the test again. I want you to stay, but I don't want another wreck around. ”

Li Sicheng accepted it in fear, and his forehead was already covered with cold sweat.

"Tell me to go down and let the chess pieces of the Northern District blend into the tripartite forces and create a little trouble for Lin Ze. lest he think that I, Joe, am eight years old and faint, and I can't see things clearly. Qiao Ba flicked his sleeves and motioned for Li Si to retreat.

In the study, only Qiao Ba, who was sitting alone in front of the desk, closed his eyebrows and closed his eyes, making a contemplative gesture.

After a long time, he slowly opened his bottomless eyes, and muttered to himself: "Lin Ze, Lin Ze, are you finally willing to expose your force, but also make me feel more amazing strategy?" But why were you so rampage and reckless three years ago? Don't use growth to fool me. In three years, it is difficult for you to have a qualitative transformation. So, when will you give me an answer? ”

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On the hillside. The wind is raging.

It ruffles people's hair and blurs people's eyes.

There were nearly 400 people on both sides, and except for a gap of about three meters in the middle, more than 400 people piled up this hillside. The crowd of black presses, the bright blades. The battle was on the verge of breaking out, and the dull and strange atmosphere spread, and everyone's hearts were filled with gloom and determination.

It's a fight to the death. Before coming, everyone signed a life and death certificate. The life and death of his own hall. died, and had a settlement fee of 100,000 yuan. To live, the status is at least triple jumped, and it is not a problem to go back to eat and drink spicy food.

However, how many of these people made it back alive. You can? I can? Or can he?

No one is sure to return from this life-and-death battle. There is no way back, no rescue. Even in this inaccessible fringe area, there is no way to get through to a mobile phone. It's like being isolated from the world.

Dead no one knows. If you are alive, you may not be able to go back.

But now that it's here. No one bothered to think about it. All they have to do is cut down the enemies standing in front of them and send them to hell so that they can go to heaven themselves.

Those who can come here and dare to come here, in addition to the henchmen of the three regional big brothers, there are also some bastards who want to take this opportunity to take the position and make a splash. They know that this is an opportunity for the carp to jump into the dragon gate, and if he returns alive, he will definitely be worshiped by ten thousand people. If you don't come, you may work hard at the bottom all your life, collect some protection money, and live a snarky life of being tight and stretched.

No one wants to live this kind of life, everyone wants to eat and drink spicy food, and everyone wants to go out with dozens of younger brothers. This is their ultimate goal in mixing on the road.

If you come out to mix, sooner or later you will have to pay it back, and everyone knows this truth. But they want to be able to enjoy the blessings and then return them, and they don't want to have tasted nothing yet, and they haven't enjoyed anything. and suffered a catastrophe of destruction.

Lin Ze stood at the forefront, very calm and indifferent, just staring directly at the few leading bastards opposite. The look remains the same.

He could have not come, he was just behind the scenes, and he was even the master of the entire Scar Gang. He didn't come, it was excusable, and it was also Scar's hope. But he came anyway, and he couldn't do the bloody battle of the brothers, but he sat in the comfort of his room and drank tea. That's not his style, even if he really doesn't want to stand here and blow the cold wind.

"Lin Ze, it's either you who die or I die today. Let's solve our new and old hatreds together today! ”

Lin Ze flicked off the cigarette butt between his fingers and said indifferently: "Nonsense." With a wave of his arm, he coldly spat out a word. Kill! ”

Brush Brush Brush!

The bright blade was raised at the same time, and the knife light shone brightly, flashing with a dazzling cold light. Under the roar, hundreds of people rushed forward with their knives, as if even the hillside was startled by this momentum, and couldn't help but tremble.

The battle was about to break out, and the sword light and sword shadow exploded in this inaccessible place.

One side is tied with a thin white band, and the other is tied with a thin red band. Not for anything else, just to kill the red eye, don't cut your own people.

It was a scuffle, a battle to abandon morality, to destroy people's surnames, and even to expose ugly souls. They are no longer people, but cold machines. Cruel and bloodthirsty. Crazy.

Half an hour of scuffle had passed, and half of the bastards had fallen. Moaning, twitching, painful. Even if you lie on the ground, you will encounter the pain of trampling and squeezing.

At this moment, they would rather die immediately than suffer alive. Anyway, I've already earned 100,000. My life may not be worth 100,000.

This is the sadness of the bastards at the bottom, whose values are completely distorted and who do not have a peaceful mind.

Can life be measured in terms of money?

Maybe some people can. But most people will never convert their lives into equivalent money. This is a desecration of life, a trampling on a person's surname.

After an hour, more and more people fell.

Even those who are still standing are panting and exhausted.

There are less than 30 people left in the tripartite forces. can take a look at the crowd of people on the other side of the scar, not to mention that there are more than 100 people. They knew that the rush had failed completely.

Two hundred people can't take advantage of two hundred people, let alone more than thirty people facing a hundred people?

However, they also know why they lost, not because of Scar's tactical use, but because he has a group of thugs with knives. This group of people, just like the gods of war, kill gods when they meet gods, and kill Buddhas when they meet Buddhas. I don't know what fear is and what exhaustion is.

These people are like a sharp sword, piercing the hearts of the three forces and shattering them completely.

Is this the legacy of the Knife Society?

Is this the combat power of the core members of the smash hit Little Knife Club back then?

The leaders of the tripartite forces trembled their legs, but the corners of their mouths were filled with bitter smirks.

Lin Ze was injured. Blood flowed down his arm.

He really didn't want to get hurt, he had enough scars on his body. He really had no reason to get hurt again. But in such a fierce battle, unless he is a god, he will inevitably be injured.

In the melee of four hundred people, no matter how good Lin Ze is, it is difficult for him to guarantee that he will not be injured. This is also the reason why martial arts masters on the battlefield, except for killing a few more people, can not play any other role at all.

The individual can never confront the group. This is an eternal iron law. It is the truth poured out with blood.

He stood proudly in the wind, mixed with the bloody cold wind blowing, and he couldn't help frowning slightly. In this vicious battle, he did not kill a single person, and every opponent he faced, he only pierced his wrist and unloaded the opponent's combat power and action. It's not that he is benevolent, but in his opinion, the people in front of him have come to this point because of Qiao Ba's vicious plan.

Even if he knew that he would have to pay it back sooner or later. But he still didn't want to die.

The thirty people on the opposite side were already at the end of the crossbow, and just when everyone in Scar thought that this bloody battle was about to end and the decisive surname was won, the leader on the opposite side, the man who had been holding back, finally revealed a hideous smirk, and with a flick of his wrist, more than ten men covered in darkness suddenly appeared from under the slope behind.

They cover their faces, like ninjas in the movies, like walkers wandering in the dark, giving people an indescribable sense of weirdness.

Lin Ze narrowed his eyes slightly, and sighed lightly: "Qiao Ba really has a back move." ”

"Eighth Master is something you can guess?" The leader laughed cruelly. "What about a hundred of you? Can it withstand the bloody killings of these ten dead soldiers? Even if they could, how many of you would be able to leave alive at the end of your gang of crossbows? At that time, the three forces will be destroyed, and the rebuilt knife will also disappear. The eighth master is not only the leader of the southern district, but the northern district will also be firmly controlled by him. ”

As he spoke, the ten dead men were already standing beside the leader, and at the sound of his order, they turned into a sharp sword and pierced the enemy's internal organs.

"I really don't know where you got your confidence." Lin Ze shook his head slightly. "I don't think Qiao Ba will have the confidence you have."

The leading man snorted coldly and shouted: "Up, kill as much as you want!" ”

The more than a dozen men in black moved when they heard the order.

It's just that as soon as they moved their bodies, before they could rush into the enemy's hinterland to kill the enemy, they suddenly noticed a strange white light shooting from the side.

In the blink of an eye, the white light flashed like a meteor, slashing through the throats of ten people. In the next second, their strong and steady arms could not hold the sharp weapon, and they fell to the ground.

Lin Ze also stood in place in surprise, looking at the side where the white light stopped abruptly.

Ding Ding -

Whoa-

The crisp and pleasant sound of the bell sounded, a bundle of silver hair, a white dress, a silver face, a transparent dagger, and a cold woman with bare feet walked slowly.

She held the transparent dagger in one hand, the blood flowed down, dripping into the loess, raised clear and emotionless eyes, the corners of her mouth rose slightly, and under Lin Ze's stunned gaze, she said in a cold voice: "I said, I will still look for you." ”

It was just these words, Lin Ze could hear the strong impatience in her words. She's such a strange woman who doesn't like to talk.

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