This fragrance has a ghost!

From the first moment he stepped into this hall, Suliu noticed a wonderful aroma in the air.

It's a smell that's hard to describe in words.

Like a musky smell, this smell is as light as nothing, and when it enters the lungs, it suddenly explodes into a strong and mellow strange taste.

It only makes people feel that the blood all over their bodies is boiling all at once, rushing to their brains, and there is a fluttering urge to do something big.

Do it now, don't wait.

Therefore, almost everyone in the hall has some imperceptible but strong ** in their eyes, which may not even be aware of themselves.

Suliu found out.

"There's a problem!"

Su Liu held his breath almost as soon as he reacted, pushing Dong Nei to dispel the dreamlike feeling that lingered in his heart.

As soon as his spiritual platform was cleared, everything he saw was different again.

Three.

There are only three people in the hall who may cause trouble for themselves.

One was "shrunk" in the wide shadow of Bai Lengquan, extremely small, like a monkey, five feet tall, dressed in a black robe, almost blending with the dark shadow.

Although he couldn't see his expression clearly, Su Liu smelled a strong bloodthirsty ** across the crowd.

"This is an amazing master."

Su Liu's heart froze, and his eyes turned, and it was inconvenient to stay on Bai Lengquan's body any longer. As soon as the killing machine was revealed, the short man in the dark shadow had already glanced at the crowd on the side of the silver-faced Jinyu Gang.

Su Liu pretended to drink, and his eyes scanned the people in the hall, and he found two other amazing people.

These two men were different from the dwarf who was hidden in the shadows, and they stood in the light.

The two of them, one on the left and one on the right, stood on either side of the first White Cold Spring.

The man on the left looked like an ordinary man, and his face was ordinary, but Su Liu stared closely at the knife hanging from his waist.

What's so nice about a knife? There are not a hundred or fifty with swords in this hall.

Yes, this knife is good-looking.

This is a shiny knife. No sheath, more peculiar shape, the handle is one foot long, the blade is extremely wide, extremely wide, the blade is more than three feet long, and there is a groove on the back of the blade.

What's even more peculiar is that when he was drinking, his left hand never let go of the wide-bladed sweeping knife, as if he didn't hold it. This posture is not unfamiliar to Su Liu, who is accustomed to using knives.

This is a state of drawing a knife at the next moment, every good man who comes to toast with him praises him a lot, and he does not refuse to come, giggling and drinking it all, every Buddha who toasts to him is no longer a person.

It's a head that will be cut off in the next moment.

He had this certainty, that left-handed knife.

When Suliu saw this knife, he suddenly drank another glass of wine, which was also excellent. But some people don't like to drink.

The man standing to the right of Bai Lengquan didn't seem to like to drink.

This is an old man in a blue shirt, extremely tall and very large, with a red complexion. The beard is gray.

If a person from the four gangs came forward to toast, he didn't even smile, he just looked at him, and the kind of good man who was used to playing tricks was gray in front of this expressionless old man. I didn't dare to persuade again, so I retreated silently.

Tonight's Bai Lengquan was obviously extremely proud, he had taken care of the three gangs. In the future, there will be no more four major gangs in Yingjun.

There is only a big league, the Tigers are the only gang, and the White Tigers are in power, isn't he the number two person?

Bai Lengquan sat on a very wide gold-inlaid seat with his stomach in his hands, leaning on the red and emerald, and the two top girls who were worth thousands of taels were like flowers and jade eyes, and they gave him wine.

He was drinking one cup on the left and one on the right, and he drank happily and proudly.

Life must be full of joy, don't make a good night to the empty night.

Although he had taken this antidote to the strange fragrance in advance, his breathing gradually became a little heavier, and he got up at this time, said goodbye to everyone, and kept pleading to others: "The cold spring is not strong enough to drink, not strong enough to drink, all fellow brothers Haihan, Haihan, I will go first." ”

"Huh."

Qunhao also broke out into a burst of laughter, Su Liu put down his wine glass, and heard someone shouting: "Eldest prince, take it easy, don't flash your waist." ”

Immediately, a middle-aged man from the Sanjiang Gang said: "How many little ladies know that the eldest son has the body of a dragon and a tiger, and Yingjun is famous, but you don't understand, after all, you are too young." ”

"Huh. It's a loss, come, man, let's drink this cup. ”

The two hugged each other, drinking and screaming.

Countless similar situations happened one by one, and no one stopped Bai Lengquan, and no one dared to stop him.

With the help of the two maids, he retreated to the back hall, and the three masters protected him tightly in front and back.

Su Liu moved, his face was still covered with silver, and his clothes were also the same as those of the Jinyu Gang, with golden edges.

It's just that Su Liuren is no longer in the hall, and no one will find out about his existence, and disappearing into the more than 100 excited men is not a difficult thing for Su Liu.

At this time, the rain still did not stop, it was still raining, pouring rain.

The most magnificent house in Tianxiang Villa is obviously the place where Bai Lengquan, the eldest son of the male tiger, stays.

"Lan Lao, Brother Yin, Lao Zuo, you also go to have some fun, today not only all the famous Oiran of Yingjun are present, I specially sent someone to Linxian County to rob a few good families, fainted in the surrounding houses, you are at your own convenience."

It was the voice of Bai Lengquan, light and fluttering, as if it was already in the clouds.

Then there was a silence, as if someone was moving: "Why not?" ”

Immediately, someone lazily answered: "Okay, who dares to do it tonight." ”

The old man's voice, Su Liu never heard.

The two of them asked in unison, "Lan Lao, why don't you do it?" ”

Silent.

"That's it, there's Mr. Lan Da from the Eagle Tower, let's be happy for a while."

The old man in the blue shirt seemed to be a dead man, but he still didn't reply, and then the footsteps of the two went away.

Suliu hadn't moved yet, he was waiting for an opportunity.

The time has passed from the time of the day to the time of the sea.

Su Liu still quietly crouched on the eaves, he could feel the raindrops hitting every part of his body in a line, but his heartbeat was even and long, almost imperceptible, like a cat, his limbs were attached to the green tiles of the eaves, and his posture was strange. The body is very stretched, and the next moment it can burst out with a real full force.

Such a dark day, such a heavy rain.

On such a dim eaves, no matter how good the eyesight of the people below is, no matter how smart their five senses are, no one will notice that Su Liu, who is quietly lying on the eaves and is listening to the sound in the room to judge the location.

In such a foolproof situation, who else would notice Suru?

With that, Su Liuzheng blinked, and was shocked to find that he had smelled the second special smell since today.

The smell was stronger and deadlier than the first one he had smelled.

There is no way to avoid it.

It's one of a kind. Smells that kill.

How can smell kill?

With such a torrential rain washing away everything, what murderous gas can last for a moment longer?

The answer is, of course, no, if there is such a ferocious poisonous gas, it would have killed corpses all over the world and mourned all over the world.

Naturally, the smell can't kill, but the owner of the smell in front of Su Liu must be someone who can kill.

As soon as Su Liu blinked, the rain on his eyelashes was bounced out by him, and the raindrops disappeared in the heavy rain.

in front of him. But there was one more person.

To be precise, it was the gray head of an old man, this old man in a blue shirt was climbing the eaves with one hand, and he was a few feet away from Su Liuzheng at this time.

Those cold eyes. Like electricity, in this darkness like electricity.

There was a smell on him, and it didn't go away when it was hit by the shower. It was a strong smell of decay peculiar to the old man.

The smell of decay mixed with the murderous aura of lightning in his eyes.

Choking.

Su Liu frowned, but reacted extremely quickly, and his sleeves were raised.

"Whoosh"

This time. I was afraid that more than a dozen silver needles would break through the air and flash away, and the sharp wind would meet him, but the old man in the blue shirt did not speak, his head was slightly on one side, and his right hand was pressed, and his body had floated up to the eaves as if nothing was there, and the dozen or so silver needles fell into the air.

Su Liu's flying needle killing method is actually weaker in aggressiveness, dealing with ordinary Jianghu men, shooting at the key points of the heavy point, it can work, but against the master who is slightly guarded, it has almost no effect.

The old man in the blue shirt was also very strange, it stands to reason that he should have exclaimed at this time, attracting everyone to surround and take down Su Liu.

He didn't make a sound, he didn't make a sound, he whispered a strange roar in his mouth, and as soon as he reached out his hand, his body rushed forward, and his left hand was claw-like, grabbing Su Liu's neck, and his movements were as fast as a flash of lightning.

Su Liu couldn't care so much, his heart was slightly cold, and his feet were full of changes, first he moved three feet straight, and then he leaned back slightly, which was able to avoid this claw yin killing, and the silver needle came out again between his heads, and the cold light flew into the eyes of the blue-shirted old man.

Although Su Liu didn't catch this grasp, the air-breaking strength of this grasp still scraped his face, and it was spicy and painful.

The old man's right hand was together, and he slapped his palm vertically, and with a "ding" sound, it was like a gold and iron exchange, and he slapped down the silver needles that Su Liu's rushed away.

At this time, the hall in front of him was full of joy, Su Liu and the old man in the blue shirt didn't say anything, their bodies were opposite, they were both standing still, and they were already in a state of extreme quiet, only the continuous heavy rain was moving.

The two of them know each other, and they see that there is a life-and-death situation, either he dies, or he is going to die, and he will not be spared.

The guards in Bai Lengquan's dormitory were not too strict, and only these three people were brought with them.

The two masters seemed to have great confidence in the old man in the blue shirt, leaving him alone to look for fun. It seems that with this old man in a blue shirt, it seems that Bai Lengquan can be safe and sound, of course, the grasp of this old man in a blue shirt has fully shown that he must be a master that should not be underestimated.

Su Liu let out a long breath, and the Wheel King Sword that was diagonally behind his back was finally drawn, slowly unsheathed, and the sound of the sword was extremely light. When the blue-shirted old man saw Su Liu's sword, his pupils suddenly contracted, his body moved, and his arms shook, like a goshawk flying in the air, his arms stretched out to each other, like a heavy axe and halberd, and took Su Liu's shoulder.

"Smack"

In the midst of the rain in the air, there was a sudden muffled sound of breaking the air, as if the air had been blown apart by his claws.

Su Liu's back twisted, and then retreated, this blue-shirted old man's grasping power, obviously the internal force cultivation is already above himself, and he really can't catch it!

At this time, his true qi had already run to the point of twelve points, the purple qi on his face flashed, and the sword of the Wheel King changed with the momentum, the blade of the sword suddenly folded, piercing the old man in the blue shirt in the middle of the acupoint, the old man in the blue shirt was angry, and the probe grabbed the blade of Su Liu's sword.

Su Liu's footsteps changed back and forth, and he turned around like a ghost, and the sword body swam like a swimming fish that could not be caught, drawing an arc, like a ghost shadow chasing after him, stabbing directly at the back of the blue-shirted old man.

The tip of the sword is uncertain, and it is very likely to attack his spine, or it may bend again, piercing the back of the blue shirt's heart, as long as it hurts these two places, even if he is a god, he can't be saved.

The old man in the blue shirt really had the intention of fighting Su Liu, and refused to retreat.

This time, he also fell into Su Liu's calculations, no matter whether you advance or retreat, there is always a sword waiting for you.

The blue-shirted old man flew in, his white brows furrowed, and he suddenly felt that something was wrong, and he wanted to change his body to escape, but it was too late.

When the cold light in the air was like electricity, the sword light rushed out from the Wheel King Sword, and in an instant, it had rushed to the chest and abdomen of the blue-shirted old man!

enter, and you can't kill it.

If you retreat, you will surely die.

"Whew"

The old man in the blue shirt was like a dragon with one claw, and his whole body was sent to Su Liu's sword. As soon as he grabbed it, Su Liu's shoulders shrugged, but he still fell into this grab.

Dengshi grabbed a piece of flesh for him.

However, Su Liuke would not give him the opportunity to think about the change, only three feet in front of him, a sword flew and slashed him from the chest to the abdomen.

The two fought each other, and they were only between the rise and fall of the rabbit, and it was only within a few moves, and the winner was divided, and the winner was decided.

The old man in the blue shirt looked at his iron palms with feet twice as thick and wide as ordinary people, and his fingertips still had Suliu's flesh and blood.

He still remembered Suliu's sword.

That sword Su Liu from the water sword method to the change of thousands of illusions Hengshan clouds and mist thirteen style of a move to kill the sword, the end of the sword momentum folded, and then turned to the Songshan faction of the seventeen long and short swordsmanship, all completed in an instant, the sword moves between each other, as you like, it is as unpredictable as a ghost, especially in the last sword sword is majestic, compared to the ordinary knife moves are not lost domineering.

The old man in the blue shirt didn't know that Su Liu would have such a strange and changeable swordsmanship.

Directly disemboweled by Su Liu's sword, he had superb internal skills, and he was even more ruthless, and one claw still tore off a piece of flesh and blood on Su Liu's shoulder, and the old man in the blue shirt had not yet died, he fell on the eaves, whimpering and speechless, and his hands and feet were trembling unconsciously.

Su Liu's sword tip moved, picked his mouth open, and found that he was a mute, no wonder he couldn't speak, this is also the will of heaven, the old man in the blue shirt obviously has full confidence in his martial arts, otherwise even if he can't make a loud prompt, he can use his internal strength to break through the roof and alert everyone.

When a person is about to die, his anger is also light, and the second kind of rotten and ferocious old man smell and murderous aura of the old man in the blue shirt who is so strong that it kills people gradually fades away.

There was only a third smell left, and the blood of the old man in the blue shirt had been washed away by the rain on the eaves, and it fell down with a clatter, and the air had this faint smell.

This was the third smell of burial prosperity that Suliu smelled.

The third smell of this burial prosperity is originally so sticky that it makes people want to vomit, and it will make people boil wildly:

Blood.

At this time, Su Liu looked at it, and the rain still did not stop, only the sound of water flowing down and rattling.

There was no one under the eaves, and there was no obstacle in front of Su Liu, only the huge human head, just waiting for himself to cut, he flicked the sword, and it was no longer put into the sheath, so it washed in the rain brightly.

The rain was so heavy that Su Liu only had a fire in his heart, and he wanted to chant the poem in his previous life. (To be continued......)

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