"How?"

When the killer of Tsing Yi Lou staggered to the scene covered in blood and collapsed, Huo Xiu, who was the owner of Tsing Yi Lou, did not speak, and Dugu Yihe, who was the head of the Emei faction, did not speak, but Yan Tieshan couldn't help but speak, left his seat, walked over, and asked very nervously.

Yan Tieshan said this, because he was worried about the safety of his manager Huo Tianqing.

I'm worried about how much it will affect him in the future if the other party dies. Therefore, he needs to ask exactly one question to understand the situation. Because among the three, his Yan Tieshan's capital is actually the least one.

It is said that money can be spiritual, but money is not necessarily absolutely spiritual.

Huo Xiu has Tsing Yi Building, and Dugu Yihe is the head of the Emei faction, in some respects, the capital of these two people is far stronger than Yan Tieshan.

Just when Yan Tieshan wanted to lean down, Huo Xiu, who had not moved, made a move. The fat body huddled in the chair turned into a bouncy ball at this moment, and it bounced out of the chair with a thud.

One hand pulled Yan Tieshan, who was about to bend down, and the other hand lightly pressed down on the head of the bloodied hand who fell to the ground.

Bang!

Welcoming Ho Xiu's fleshy right hand was a palm with a pitch-black glove.

Palms are handed over.

Suddenly there was a dull sound in the air.

The man in Tsing Yi who fell to the ground immediately moved, and the whole person was like a frightened snake, sliding back with the power of his palm, and then slowly stood up with his head down.

Hiss!

Yan Tieshan, who reacted, couldn't help but gasp, a heart had lost its normal way of beating at this moment, and it was much faster. If it weren't for Huo Xiu, I'm just afraid of ...... Yan Tieshan didn't dare to imagine what would happen if he leaned over.

Thinking of this, Yan Tieshan couldn't help but cast a grateful look at Huo Xiu.

But Huo Xiu ignored Yan Tieshan's eyes, but stared intently at the man in Tsing Yi who was standing not far in front, his eyes as sharp as a knife.

Equally.

Dugu Yihe's eyes also stopped at this person. There was a hint of surprise on his face.

What kind of courage should this be, to dare to use such a stabbing technique?

Half a day.

The figure of the Tsing Yi man trembled, and the shirt of the Tsing Yi Lou killer who was wearing outside suddenly cracked, revealing the black ninja suit inside, which was none other than Hattori Qianjun, and at the same time, his right hand slowly stretched out to the handle of the katana at his waist.

Dressed up like this, the three people present couldn't help but be stunned.

Fuso samurai?

The three of them looked at each other, and they all saw surprise in their eyes. How could the samurai of Fuso be involved?

At this moment, a stunned question arose in the hearts of the three of them. Even Huo Xiu, he has prepared countless things. But Wan Wan was not the first person to appear in front of him, not the one he was waiting for, but a Fuso samurai.

At the first moment, Huo Xiu knew that things were afraid of unexpected changes.

As a person who wants to be in control, he doesn't like this situation the most.

Could it be that this Yuelai Inn is still involved with Fusang?

Or are there other forces in this game?

Originally, because of the problem of obesity, when the eyes that looked small were slightly narrowed, there was almost only a gap left, but as long as anyone who knew Huo Xiu knew that he had become serious in this situation.

"Who are you?"

Huo Xiu's voice echoed through the somewhat wide and excessive room.

And what answered him was a series of muttering Fusang language of this Fusang warrior, which made Huo Xiu, Dugu Yihe and Yan Tieshan confused, and the three of them looked at each other. I found out that I don't understand the language at all.

Hattori Chijun looked at the three of them expressionlessly, and only a pair of cold and dazzling eyes were exposed on the black scarf's masked face.

He understood what the other party was saying, but he deliberately used his own language when answering.

Really.

The three people in front of them were stunned in their hearts.

Qiang――

The katana was slowly unsheathed, and the sound of the blade rubbing against the scabbard was particularly clear in the room.

As a person who has been subservient to the master for decades. Hattori Qianjun knew very well that the better he looked, the more sideways the sect leader could be. Even if Tong Guò Jin Jiuling got an answer, this could not make people relax.

In the eyes of Hattori Chijun, the three people in front of him were already dead.

Twenty years ago he was already very strong. But the cultivation of burying his head in forbearance for 20 years has made Hattori Qianjun go to the next level in killing techniques. It can be said that in terms of killing alone. He's also one of the best in the world. Unlike the Nakahara martial arts, all that Hattori Chijun learned was to serve to kill people.

"Haha!"

"Interesting."

Dugu Yihe smiled, looking at the action of the black-clothed samurai in front of him drawing his sword, his eyes first stopped on the two katana of different lengths left on the other party's body, and then he got up and laughed.

In this Central Plains, when will it be the turn of the Fuso samurai to go wild?

After Dugu Yihe became the head of the Emei faction, his body and mind actually changed the moment he ascended to the head position. He is no longer from the Jinpeng Dynasty, and his identity is destined to be only a righteous person in the Central Plains martial arts.

Morality imprisoned the past, and it also set him on this path.

Dugu Yihe's current identity makes him unable to get rid of the prison of morality, since morality has turned him into a righteous person, then he can only destroy the people who knew Yiqiē in the past one by one in order to maintain this face.

Let the past be completely secret.

Fame and fortune are what the world wants.

Huo Xiu and Yan Tieshan are seeking profit, while he is the only one who seeks the name.

But when Hattori Chijun, a Fuso samurai, appeared in front of him, the identity of the head of the house for more than ten years had already made Dugu Yihe react involuntarily. The reaction in the way of the righteous people of the Central Plains martial arts.

Because if you want to be the head of the Emei faction, you need to have enough skills, reputation and morality.

Even now, when he was doing this with Huo Xiu, Yan Tieshan and others, after meeting a Fusang warrior, the habit of role-playing the head of the Zhengdao Sect for more than ten years had already made Dugu Yihe move.

"It's just that when will it be the turn of a Fuso warrior in the Central Plains to spread wild?"

The words fell, and Dugu Yihe's right hand also touched the hilt of the sword in his hand.

Dugu Yihe's expression made Yan Tieshan and Huo Xiu look sideways. Since the reunion of the three of them, the two have actually discovered some differences between each other and the past, and now the difference between Dugu Yihe has been revealed.

This is just like Yan Tieshan's business experience and Huo Xiu's dark control.

The two of them had the illusion that this was not the stronghold of the so-called killer organization Tsing Yi Lou, but the gathering place of the righteous Jianghu sect.

The atmosphere seemed extremely strange for a while.

In the sonorous sound, a sharp sound of contention resounded in the room. The katana changed from extremely slow to rapid speed in an instant, and the unique drawing sword of the Fuso samurai slashed out.

The knife is unsheathed.

Accompanied by a sharp sound of breaking the air, the sword qi came out.

The unsheathed sword qi was avoided by Huo Xiu and Yan Tieshan, and it slashed on the seat behind him, instantly splitting the seat into two halves, and then Hattori Qianjun said Fusang, and the move in his hand changed again.

"Serial Slash!"

With one knife and three slashes, the sword qi split into three ways and attacked directly towards the three of them.

In this way, Hattori's thousand armies actually wanted to defeat three with one. At the moment when the sword qi was shot, Hattori Chijun's other hand also moved, and a star-shaped hidden weapon shot out in all directions, directly extinguishing all the oil lamps in the room.

Bad!

In Huo Xiu's eyes, this was a great vigilance.

Huo Xiu, who also controlled the killer organization Tsing Yi Lou, of course saw the effect of darkness on the killer, and at the same time that Hattori Qianjun forced the three of them away with three sword qi, the moment he shot the hidden weapon, Huo Xiu knew the other party's plan.

It was not difficult to take the sword qi that was slashing at him with Huo Xiu's skill, but as if he thought of something, Huo Xiu did not do it, but avoided it, and let those hidden weapons hit the torches around him. Even, at the moment of turning around, Huo Xiu also used his palm power to help Hattori's Qianjun.

Bite! Bite!

The clashing of hidden weapons and swords echoed throughout the room.

Even with Dugu Yihe's swordsmanship, at this sudden moment, he couldn't completely stop these hidden weapons, and the strength of some of them was even different, which caught Dugu Yihe off guard for a while. As for Yan Tieshan's martial arts being the worst among the three, he could only avoid the sword qi, but he couldn't exert too much power when he stopped other hidden weapons.

A series of crackling sounds rang out, the sound of the torches falling to the ground all around.

Almost at the same time.

"Be careful!"

By the time Dugu Yizuru came out of the warning exit, the room had been completely plunged into darkness.

At this moment, this spacious room, the stronghold of Tsing Yi Lou, completely turned into the best place to kill in the dark.

The moment darkness came, everyone stopped moving, and only the crackling of the torches falling to the ground was in their ears, but no one had the movement of their feet. For a moment, the room fell silent.

Darkness is not scary.

But the artificial darkness ......

Silent killing!

At the moment when darkness fell, Hattori Chijun and Huo Xiu made moves almost at the same time.

……

Outside, passages.

Yue Yuan looked at the corpses of the countless Tsing Yi Lou killers on the ground in front of him expressionlessly, and his face was a little surprised. Yue Yuan was a little surprised that someone had done something to Tsing Yi Lou before him.

Who could it be?

Do it yourself, on the grounds that you want to clean up the traitors.

And what about this hands-on person?

Moving his eyes back and forth on these corpses, Yue Yuan could see that the martial arts of the people who did it were not bad, and almost all of these killers in front of him were killed by a single blow, and their heads were pierced by qi, leaving a small red dot at the center of each person's eyebrows, like a beauty mole in the center of a beauty's eyebrows.

After looking at it for a while, Yue Yuan shook his head and smiled, and then continued to walk inside.

In his heart, Yue Yuan became interested in this hands-on person. (To be continued......)