"It turns out that you are also for women."

The proprietor of the peach blossom looked at Shen Leng, and the eyes under the mask looked at Shen Leng's eyes carefully, as if they wanted to find something in common.

At this moment, the two-meter-tall strong man walked up to Shen Leng with a mace, looked down at Shen Leng's urn and said angrily: "I don't care what women and men you are talking about, I heard you say that you are worth 30,000 taels of silver." ”

Shen Leng raised his head and looked at the strong man, and said in his heart that this guy was actually taller and stronger than Wang Kuohai.

"Will it be 30,000 taels to kill him?"

The strong man asked the proprietor of the peach blossom.

The proprietor of the peach blossom nodded: "He is not worth it, but I will give you 30,000 taels." ”

So the strong man laughed and smashed a stick on the top of Shen Leng's head without warning.

Shen Leng set up the black line knife, and with a bang, the mace smashed on the black line knife and flashed a spark, Shen Leng's arm was sore, and his wrist hurt.

The strong man thought that he could smash Shen Leng to death with a stick, but Shen Leng actually stood up, he felt a little unhappy, I smashed you, why don't you die? And then the second stick swept in.

Shen Leng put the black line knife up, the blade was outward and his left hand was pressed against the back of the knife, the mace smashed heavily on the black line knife, Shen Leng's feet slipped out on the ground, and the sound of the soles of his shoes rubbing against the ground turned out to be so harsh, this blow Shen Leng slid back at least three meters before stopping, so he got angry.

Because the shoes are made by the tea master, slipping out three meters, how can the mandarin ducks on the soles stand it?

The mace fell for the third time, Shen Leng dodged to the side, the iron rod fell to the ground and smashed the stone slabs on the ground, Shen Leng swept out with a knife and went straight to the throat of the strong man, the strong man's left arm raised and blocked the knife hard, and another spark flashed...... There was an iron plate tied to his left forearm, which at first glance he thought was a relatively large bracer, and the sound of the black line knife slashing on it shook people's ears for a while.

The strong man was cut back by this knife and suddenly became annoyed, in his opinion, Shen Leng was so weak that he actually forced himself to take a step back, this was unbearable, his left hand pressed down on Shen Leng's head, and the mace in his right hand swept straight to the side of his face, if he held it down and was swept by the mace, Shen Leng's head might be fanned out dozens of meters away.

At the moment when his left hand was pressed, Shen Leng's left hand also stretched out and held one of the strong man's fingers, just like a child leading an adult's finger, but Shen Leng was not a child, after grabbing it, he pulled it up and down, and the swept mace smashed on the strong man's own arm, this blow was so ferocious that people didn't dare to look at it directly, the mace broke his left arm, swept over from the elbow joint, half of the arm was connected to his shoulder, and half of the arm was grabbed in Shen Leng's hand.

Shen Leng's black line knife spilled out two half-moon-shaped knife marks, one in the left knee and the other in the right knee, and the strong man knelt down with a wail, and his heavy body fell to the ground like a mountain collapsing.

Shen Leng raised his foot and kicked on his leg at the moment when the strong man knelt down, and his body turned into the air and landed on the strong man's shoulder, just as the strong man stretched out his left hand to hold down Shen Leng's head, Shen Leng also stretched out his left hand and pressed his head, the black line knife in his right hand grabbed the knife high, the tip of the knife pierced from the right temple and stabbed out from the left temple, Shen Leng turned over and got down from his shoulder, reached out and grabbed the handle of the knife and pulled it out, blood sprayed out of the temple wound like an arrow, and there was a sticky white thing.

"About six."

Shen Leng stepped forward, and the body of the strong man fell forward.

Lin Luoyu looked at Shen Leng with interest and killed people neatly, thinking that these things were not sword techniques in the army, and the action of jumping on the shoulders of strong men was originally a common light spirit body technique used by women, but he used it with an extremely masculine feeling, and he was curious that this guy didn't know where he learned these moves.

Shen Leng naturally learned from the tea master, and how many times did the tea master jump on his shoulder and cover his eyes like this.

Something flickered in the peach blossom proprietor's eyes: "It seems that you are indeed very valuable." ”

With the sound of the door opening, the doors of the four remaining single-family wooden houses on the other side of the garden were opened, and standing at the door of the fourth number was an old man smoking dry cigarettes, or because he was too old and already rickety, he was afraid that he was standing only above the knees of the strong man, but he carried a large round thing behind his back, and he could not see what it was until he was near.

A young scholar came out of the three-character door, wearing a crescent white Confucian shirt, holding a book in his left hand and a folding fan in his right hand, looking graceful, the crescent white robe was embroidered with a very beautiful plum blossom on the left side of the heart, and the white clothes and red plums were even more dusty, he seemed to look down on the old man, and his squinting eyes were a little domineering.

A woman in a dark green dress came out of the two-word room, looking at Lin Luoyu's age, but it was much more enchanting than Lin Luoyu, the heavy smell of wind and dust on her body would make many men crazy, blinking is charming, opening lips is charming, walking is also charming, she is holding an oil-paper umbrella in her hand, which is also dark green, in this drizzle it looks very appropriate to the occasion and has a bit of ink painting charm.

The door opened, and the woman in the dark green dress shook her head slightly, so that the people inside did not come out.

"Who's going first?"

The short old man asked with a smile.

The scholar glanced at him: "You are low, you are first." ”

The old man pouted: "I ...... when I was young"

Before he finished speaking, he was intercepted by the scholar in a cold voice: "How you were when you were young has nothing to do with now, if you can't do it, you can't do it, and mentioning the courage of the year is to prove that you can't do it now." ”

The old man couldn't say what he said later.

"Then I'll do it."

He was really too short, so that people could have the illusion that he was squatting and walking, and the huge round thing behind him had been dragged to the ground and made a very unpleasant friction sound, which was probably the sound of rubbing the stone quickly with a knife, but when he walked unfast, the sound of friction became long, which made people even more unpleasant.

"Thirty thousand taels."

The old man sighed while walking: "I can really retire with this silver, since 20 years ago I have been muttering about retiring but I am worried that my money is not enough to spend, so I took it one by one, for a while I really went to cultivate, found a place with beautiful mountains and rivers to live for a while, and then I found out that my love for money is fake, I just love to kill, I really can't stand it, I have to kill the people in the nearby villages to play, I was really happy at that time." ”

He stopped three meters away from Shen Leng: "If you don't take money to kill people, you are happy, besides, if you kill someone who can have 30,000 taels, you must be happier when you kill you." ”

When Shen Leng heard the sentence that he had killed someone from a village, the corners of his eyebrows twitched slightly, and the index finger of his right hand holding the knife lightly tapped the hilt of the knife.

The old man took off the round thing from his back and Shen Leng saw clearly that it was a shield, but it was very strange, the shield looked very heavy, and it was uneven, the edge of the shield was very sharp in about half of the circle, and there were several things like sword handles on the other half of the circle.

"The ghost scholar said I was old."

The old man laughed, revealing a mouthful of yellow teeth.

"But I'm older and know more about the joy of killing."

His right hand suddenly flung forward, the shield in his hand spun and went straight to Shen Leng at a very fast speed, the old man's feet rose a little in the air and landed steadily on the shield, he stepped on the shield and flew towards Shen Leng, the two dents on the shield turned out to be what he stepped on, Shen Leng wanted to avoid it to one side, the old man's left foot twisted, and several sharp points on the shield shot out to seal Shen Leng's dodge route, so Shen Leng could only connect hard, and then it was obviously too late to avoid the other side.

Shen Leng's black line knife stood up to block the shield, and when it hit Shen Leng's feet and slid backwards, the old man immediately squatted down, and pulled out a short knife and a short sword from the shield with both hands, the short sword stabbed Shen Leng in the heart, and the short knife swept Shen Leng's throat.

This is the weirdest way to kill people that Shen Leng has ever seen, his black line knife is still blocking the shield, and at the moment when the shield is about to fall, a sword and a sword arrive at the same time, it is a fatal blow.

Shen Leng suddenly leaned back and rolled out, and then kicked under the shield, the old man squatted on the shield before he could fall was kicked into the air by Shen Leng, Shen Leng threw out the black line knife and went straight up, the black line knife slammed on the shield, and actually broke through the shield that looked thick, the black line knife was made of more than forty catties of dark iron, coupled with Shen Leng's violent throwing power, it became natural to penetrate the shield.

The old man was very short, and the knife was very long.

Probably, anal-portal to thoracic cavity.

The black line knife stabbed under the shield, and also from the old man's crotch, and this knife went directly into the stomach, the handle of the knife was stuck under the shield, and the tip of the knife stopped in the old man's chest.

With a bang, the shield fell to the ground and rolled out, because the black line knife was stuck there, and the old man was fixed there, and as the shield rolled, the internal organs were twisted by the black line knife.

The shield rolled several times before it stopped, and the old man's face turned pale and a mouthful of blood spurted out of his mouth, as if he had cursed something very unpleasant.

He has killed many people in this way, and some people who are stronger than him have also been defeated by his strange way of attacking, how many experienced Jianghu guests have been planted in his hands, he really didn't take this young man with a beard in his eyes, so he was defeated.

Shen Leng didn't plan to stop like this, he still remembered what the old man had just said...... If you have nothing to do, kill a village.

He walked over and pulled out the black line knife, so the old man fell to the ground, it seemed that the knife was pulled out of his body with a sense of relief, he lay there and looked at Shen Leng, thinking that it was right that the killer would be killed in the end.

Shen Leng squatted down and asked, "How many people are in that village?" ”

The old man was stunned, but he was still conscious, but he was confused by Shen Leng's question: "What village?" ”

"How many people were there in that village you killed when you retired?"

"Who remembers those? It's not important. ”

The old man thought for a moment: "There are always a hundred and ten people." ”

"Okay."

Shen Leng fell down and cut off his right arm, and then began to drop the knife non-stop, one knife after another, until a hundred knives, no more, no less.

A hundred knives chop a person to pieces, and this scene looks very bloody and cruel.

Shen Leng's body was already full of blood, and after chopping, he stood up and the blood flowed on his body, and the black line knife pointed at the scholar in the moon-white robe: "Is it your turn next?" ”

The scholar frowned slightly and pondered for a while, then walked towards Shen Leng.