The black-clothed men with crossbows and guns who were the first to pour out of Huaihong Casino purposefully rushed to several places, and at a crossroads, they were divided into several squads, each of them chose a direction, and under the leadership of the small leader, they rushed over with a killing machine.

This is not over, Huaihong Casino went to the bottomless pit, after the hidden soldiers and horses in the hall on the first floor, after about a dozen breaths, footsteps suddenly sounded on the second floor.

This time, the number of people walking down was a little smaller, only about sixty people, the same black robe and masked, but the standard weapons changed, sixty swordsmen with big swords, breathing calmly, walked out, although they did not exude any majestic aura, from the footsteps alone, but they could already feel a depressing aura rushing to their faces.

Sixty swordsmen, led by three thin black-robed men, their knives were not carried on their backs, but held in the palms of their hands, and they maintained the posture of drawing their swords out of their sheaths at any time.

Without a wordless conversation, the three thin black-robed people led by them glanced at each other, and more than sixty swordsmen walked onto the streets of Chang'an with steady steps.

Sixty people were divided into three, led by the three leaders of the black-robed people, one led by the twenty people, the target has probably been locked, so the car is familiar with the road, also at another intersection, sixty people diverted out, turned into three black smoke, black clouds overwhelmed the city to destroy, the sky of Chang'an, was already gloomy, with the emergence of these black-robed figures, more and more dull.

Soon after the swordsman on the second floor left, the twenty figures sitting on the ground on the third floor got up lazily, but the black robe did not cover their faces. All of them were white-faced, twenty white-faced middle-aged people, plus the crane-haired and childish-faced old man at the head, there were twenty-one people in total, and they couldn't see the weapons in their hands, and the twenty people sitting cross-legged, as the leader stood up, they all stood up lazily from the cold floor, needless to say, followed the back of the man as well.

It seems like it's been too long since I've been out of the attic. It was gloomy and sunny. But it still made their eyes go into a trance for a moment, the rain wet all the black robes of the twenty-one people, and the corners of the mouths of a group of middle-aged men with white faces and beards flashed a trace of sickly hideousness, like a group of hungry wolves who have been hungry for more than ten or twenty days. Eager to try. Undisguised.

The crane-haired old man stretched out his white palm. received a drop of rain, full of white hair, but with a ruddy and compact childish face.

"Let's go. It's time to collect the bills. ”

This voice contains murderous intent, and it also has a sharp sharpness that makes people's eardrums hurt, just like the woman scolding along the street, making people's heads buzz.

"Boom"

The twenty people behind him laughed one after another, a group of beasts that had been released from the cage, their faces were hideous, their eyes were bloodshot, and the ferocious aura emitted by the hungry wolves was outrageous.

They have their goals, the old man who is the first crane with a childish face is familiar with Chang'an, compared with the people and horses in the front two floors, their goals are relatively single, so there is no need to divert them, twenty-one people, along one direction, stepping on the rain accumulated by continuous rain on the ground, leisurely gone.

The good players on the three floors in front of Huaihong Casino have all walked out, only the highest fourth floor is still not moving, not even the sound of breathing, and the dim environment is a little scary.

There was no one on the fourth floor, Mo Zhiming and the bald woman bowed down and stood in front of the black-robed man, in addition to these two people, there were two men, one tall and one short, and a middle-aged couple.

This tall and short two, more than one meter nine tall, but thin as firewood, holding a firewood knife in his hand, if you don't see it with your own eyes, you won't believe it at all, a master who is qualified to be arranged on the fourth floor of Huaihong Casino, his famous weapon turned out to be a firewood knife.

It is only about half a meter long, there is no handle, the blade is dark, and there are gaps on it, in the hands of a man with a long hand and a foot of one meter and nine men, it seems that it is not much longer than chopsticks, but it is the most famous killing weapon of the last Jiazi, there is no one.

Tianluo is cloudy and remnant, and the firewood knife breaks people's souls.

This five-character phrase that has been circulating in the rivers and lakes for decades has made countless people frightened in Shangjiazi, and it is not left behind to be able to fight with the wild solitary son, and the name of the firewood knife Tianjiu has resounded throughout the Central Plains.

Such a big master, but holding a firewood knife, like Mo Zhiming and the others, stood tall in front of the black-robed man, if it was rumored, it would definitely cause turbulent waves.

And the short man next to the firewood knife Tianjiu, who is not much taller than the Laoshan brothers, is also not an easy person, he can stand in a row with Tianjiu, with the pride of the top master of the firewood knife Tianjiu, this dwarf is also a master of the same level at worst.

Indeed, this dwarf also has a great background.

Mo Xiaohuan, this Jiazi, after Tong Yuan Wang Yue, ranked third in the Central Plains rivers and lakes.

With the demon as the surname, the first clan of the Demon Dao disappeared after the Spring and Autumn Period to the Warring States Period, and it was not until Qin unified the world that he disappeared, and Mo Xiaohuan is this Jiazi, one of the most representative figures of the Demon Dao.

Don't look at him as small, a ghost head knife in his hand is a head taller than him, it seems that the smaller a person, the more he likes to play with weapons that are taller than himself, Qiu Qianyu is like this, and the same is true of the demon Xiaohuan in front of him, this is a kind of congenital deficiency that people can only understand the unspeakable strange psychology.

Of course, this is naturally not to criticize and look down on this kind of people, after all, they are all born to their parents, and it is not possible to talk about who is superior to whom, but there is indeed a small number of people, perhaps a distorted psychology has been produced in the process of congenital and acquired integration, just like a rebellious child, you let me go west, I want to go east, about this is the truth.

As a famous giant of this generation of Demon Dao, although the Demon Dao has been suppressed by the various sects of the Xuanmen and is so fast that he can't raise his head, it does not mean that this Dao system, which is more continuous than the historical inheritance of the Xuanmen, has decayed to the point that no one can carry the beam.

On the contrary, Mo Xiaohuan has just reached middle age, but he has already practiced his colorful magic skills to perfection, just from the fact that he can be on an equal footing with an old-timer like Chai Dao Tianjiu, it is enough to explain everything.

In the attic, in addition to the Mo Zhi Demon Xiao Huantian Ninety-four people, there is another couple, the man looks chic, accompanied by a green flute around his waist, dressed in white like a spring breeze, although he is middle-aged, he feels very young, and he leans on his shoulders a girl who is like a flower and jade, which looks like a pair made in heaven.

This couple is also not a simple character, it seems that the scholarly atmosphere is quite strong, but in fact they are the big characters in the list of killers in the rivers and lakes, the behind-the-scenes boss of the first-class power Qingyu Building, the middle-aged scholar is named Xu Qiao, and Xu Shao, who is famous for seeing people, is from the same clan, and is very skilled, although he has entered the killer line for some reason, but he is very impressive, there are a total of eighteen first-class killers in Qingyu Building, all of which were cultivated by this person, and so many first-class killers can be cultivated, Xu Qiao's ability can naturally be seen one or two.

As for the beautiful woman in his arms, it is Xu Qiao's wife, who looks only in her early twenties, but she is actually four or five years older than Xu Qiao, and she is almost fifty years old, but she doesn't know if she is properly maintained, or she is skilled, in short, she is not at all like a fifty-year-old woman with an aging face.

This couple is a well-known mandarin duck killer, and this Jiazi ranks third on the list of killers in the rivers and lakes, second only to Murong Wushuang and the 'missing corner' who is known as the crippled heaven and earth.

In the small attic, just these few people, pulling out one person at random, is enough to make waves in the rivers and lakes, and there are six people at the moment, plus the black-robed people who don't know the depths, they don't dare to say that they killed the giants of the previous generation, and the top ten high-peak masters of this Jiazi have to be carefully weighed when they are afraid.

And so many top masters, all led by the black-robed and masked man who was sitting, a few pairs of eyes, staring at that person, just waiting for an order to rush to the streets of Chang'an.

In the attic, it was very quiet.

The black-robed man's eyes were closed, as if he had fallen into a deep sleep, while Xiao Huan Tianjiu and the others did not show any impatience at all, silently looking at the only pair of eyes that could be seen clearly, silent.

It seems that after a long time, the sound of fighting began to appear on the streets of Chang'an, and those cold eyes had a hint of brilliance.

"Go ahead."

With that order, the demon Xiao Huantian and the killer husband and wife suddenly released a suppressed momentum, and there was a muffled sound, and the small attic snorted.

Without going down the stairs, six figures, crashing through the attic, flew out of the coffin, and fell to the ground fiercely, stirring up six puffs of smoke and dust, accompanied by raindrops, in this rainy and gloomy weather, bursting away, six people, five directions, representing five strong enemies who needed their shot.

The masked figure stood up and stood by the creaking wooden window, the coldness of the deepest part of his eyes gradually condensing. (To be continued......)