This long street is particularly quiet.

There are some people living here with heads and faces, and the opponents against Nanwu have all been resolved, and those who have taken refuge in Nanwu have naturally gotten the news and withdrawn.

Guan Kuo walked down the long street with a knife, and the corpse of Shang Weeping Willow was already missing from his shoulder.

Although he didn't have much affection for this woman, he still felt that the woman was strange and pitiful in the last part of her life.

He hid her body, and if he could come back alive, he thought he would bury her outside the city for a simple burial.

The snow had stopped, the wind was still howling, but the night was a little lighter, and the moonlight was shining down, making the snow translucent and beautiful.

The chaotic sound in the distance was faint, which made this long street seem even more eerie.

He looked up ahead and saw the torches and the dense shadows beneath them.

He didn't know who these people were or what they did, but a feeling made him clench his two knives.

I could just tell that those people were moving forward, and who they were looking for.

"He's coming!"

When he reached a certain distance, he faintly heard someone shouting.

Then all eyes turned to him in unison.

He saw that the men were all dressed in long robes, which were inappropriate for the cold weather of the day, and then they all stopped and parted in the middle.

He also paused.

He saw a well-dressed middle-aged man come out of it.

His eyes narrowed, then he smiled.

Because he recognized that the man was the dragon and the man.

……

……

Long Jihe's watch looked excited, but he still maintained the majesty of a long time in a high position.

"Little thief, you're here!" He said aloud.

Although he is well-dressed and well-fed, and may be a little weak if he uses his brain too much, this sentence is extremely high-pitched against the cold wind.

Guan Kuo looked at him coldly, speculating about how long it would take to kill everyone, including Long and He.

The grudge between him and Long Ji is actually not because of the two of them, but because of his father.

After his father's death, Long He and Li Zenan wanted to kill themselves, but in the bloody night of Chang'an, he buried his son's life because of this, which is the enmity between the two of them.

Seeing that Guan Kuo didn't speak, Long Hehe's face suddenly became hideous:

"God has eyes, the revenge of killing my son, finally let me get revenge today!"

He looked angry and excited, in a state bordering on madness.

"Very good," he heard Guan Kuo finally speak, "I don't need to run away, I didn't have a chance to clean you up, you crashed into it yourself and sent it to death, I will fulfill you." ”

He lifted Qin Kill and pointed at Long and He from afar.

Feeling his contemptuous gesture, Long and furious, he shouted "arrogance", and waved his hand at the person behind him:

"Do it! Peel off the skin of this little brute! ”

As soon as he finished speaking, he retreated into the crowd on his own.

The shouting and killing broke out suddenly, breaking through the rare calm of this long street, and the strong men in dense robes raised their knives to kill, such a momentum, even the troops of Nanwu may have to weigh it.

Qin Shu pulled back, and Guan Kuo took a few steps.

He really looked like he was just walking, but he was fast to see a few phantoms.

He soon appeared in front of the dense mass of knives.

Long Jihe has absolute confidence in these combat powers, so he will shatter these confidences!

The person at the front saw Guan Kuo sending his head closer, and with a burst of applause, his face became extremely hideous, and he jumped up in the air and slashed down.

Guan Kuo doesn't look at it, and it is a knife upwards.

At this moment, the man watched as his knife broke under Qin Kill's knife light, like a piece of tofu, with a look of disbelief on his face, and then he felt pain because his body was also broken.

"Smack!"

"Smack!"

The broken corpse smashed into the snow, blood spilled on the ground.

This was just the beginning, and it only took up a short moment.

In the following moments, Qin Kill and Dianxue were like blades on wheels, spinning and cutting.

Guan Kuo is like a killing machine.

Without any mercy, he carried out bloody slaughter among the crowd, limbs, blood, fluttering in the wind, stacked on the snow, with the white moonlight with a red crystal.

The screams were incessant, and at this moment, the confidence that had been full of killing him was dissipating and crumbling.

They couldn't describe what an invincible man this was, his sword didn't seem to come from the earth, but the blade of heaven, and all his moves were heavenly punishments.

Sixty or seventy well-trained strong men were cut as if they were chopping vegetables, and they were almost powerless to fight back.

Long Jihe's roar was drowned out by the wind and screams: "Kill him!" A bunch of rubbish! What is the use of raising you? Kill him! ”

"Brush—"

The light of the man's sword flashed, and a head went high into the air, and Qin Kill carried the power of a thousand jun, and wherever he passed, the figure flew upside down.

On the left hand, the blood lake can barely see the complete image, only the red light can be seen constantly flickering, stabbing the enemy's body again and again.

Now it is not that Long Ji and the people brought by him are besieging Guan Kuo, but Guan Kuo's Qin Kill and Dianxue open their bows left and right, crushing them in all directions.

Soon after the battle, Long Jihe suffered more than thirty casualties, and Guan Kuo stepped forward step by step, and the obstacles stacked with corpses could not stop him at all.

But what surprised Guan Kuo was the will to fight of these people.

Half of the casualties had been reached, and although the horror still lingered on the faces of these men, they had not yet been defeated.

Before that, he had seen that their robes and swords were exactly the same, and they were dragons and specially trained dead soldiers, and they were all exchanging their lives for money.

But no matter what these people think, it has nothing to do with Guan Kuo.

His sword carries an irresistible might, not a little stronger than Guan Qinghe back then, in front of him, no matter how powerful the organization is, it is only a weak person.

Back then, Guan Qinghe single-handedly killed the attacking Yulin Army without leaving a single piece of armor, and in the end, he was captured by himself, and these people in front of him, can their combat effectiveness and will to fight be compared with the Yulin Army?

The people behind were still rushing forward, but their faces were full of shock as they listened to the screams in front of them and felt the smell of blood blowing in the wind.

Although they had been mentally prepared to face Guan Kuo's knife in advance, they still felt shocked.

This is simply not a force that human beings can resist.

"Daddy! Daddy! This guy is not a human, he is a demon, we ...... Let's run away! ”

For the first time in his life, Long Aotian saw such a tragic battle, and he could only see corpses strewn across the streets, countless human body stumps flying around, and the sword light of the bī) people.