With a rumbling thunder, the scarlet blade slashed through his throat, tearing through his victim's skin, muscles, arteries, and trachea, turning his dying screams into a low, bubbly wail.

"Click"

The corpse that was not yet dead fell to the ground, splashing a large splash of water, and the blood spread outward along the cut of his throat, gradually fading from thick to faint, and flowing to the feet of another person, who stood still, looking at the blood under his feet, and forgot to breathe. A pair of wire gloves came around his side like a poisonous snake, grabbed his jaw, and easily strangulated his cervical vertebrae.

There was a crisp click, and the second victim fell to the ground.

Jiang Mubai stood in place, coldly watching the two Enlightenment Stage Martial Cultivators outside the pavilion kill their companions. While puzzled, he carefully observed every movement of the slaughterer.

These two people have at least five tricks, and their strength is not inferior to Liu Longhu, and they are decisive and kill with one blow, obviously experienced, and it will never be the first time to kill.

If he faced them with his bare hands, Jiang Mubai didn't dare to say that he would definitely be able to walk out of the pavilion vertically.

Luckily, there are guns.

"Boom—"

When the second thunderclap came from the clouds, only two people were standing outside the shelter, and at their feet, eight black umbrellas and six corpses were lying.

Although there was no light nearby, he had night vision when he opened his eyes, Jiang Mubai's eyes fell on the blood-dripping scarlet knife, and he asked softly, "Blood Knife Gang?" ”

Wu Xiu, who was holding a sharp knife, had already opened his ears, and he could hear Jiang Mubai's voice clearly when he stood in the rainstorm, he smiled and walked into the pavilion with his legs, and said in a commanding tone: "Hand over the sword spectrum, we can let you go." ”

This sentence answered Jiang Mubai's doubts, it turned out that these two wanted a sword spectrum, no wonder they killed their accomplices first.

Obviously, the other six people were just scapegoats to carry the blame, and the reason why they wanted to kill them first was because the two martial cultivators sent by the Blood Knife Gang had already made up their minds to get the sword spectrum that could assassinate the saber-toothed dog in one move without opening their minds.

The reason is very simple, if Jiang Mubai really handed over the sword spectrum, the six scapegoats should have thought that even if their brains were in the rain, they would definitely be wiped out when they saw the Blood Knife Gang take such a treasure.

At that time, if they ran away separately, even if these two enlightened martial cultivators could catch up with them, they might let Jiang Mubai go, so the Blood Knife Gang Martial Cultivators killed them first.

As for the nonsense that you can leave if you hand over the sword spectrum, only fools believe it.

The two Blood Knife Gang Wu Xiu also knew that Jiang Mubai was not a fool, so as soon as the words fell, the two of them shot at the same time.

The knife bearer took a false step, covered his hands with a feint, and changed the scarlet sharp knife to the other hand to hold the handle of the knife, which seemed to knock out the elbow, but in fact, the knife edge hidden under the wrist stabbed straight under Jiang Mubai's ribs.

At the same time, another Wu Xiu wearing wire gloves shouted angrily, attacked from the other side, and his hands formed claws, reaching for Jiang Mubai's shoulders.

If the joints are locked by Wu Xiu, who is good at grappling, the consequences are more serious than being stabbed with a sharp knife, but that scarlet sharp knife is likely to be coated with poison and seal the throat with blood!

The lesser of two evils, Jiang Mubai did not retreat but advanced, dodged and crashed to the right, dodged the scarlet sharp knife, let the pair of wire gloves hold down his shoulders, and raised his right knee to hit the opponent's lower yin.

Taking advantage of the other party's retreat, Jiang Mubai deliberately sold a flaw, asking him to lock his left arm and punch himself in the chest.

"Click"

Jiang Mubai vaguely heard the sound of his ribs cracking, but he wasn't quite sure if he heard it wrong, because at this moment, another voice sounded.

"Bang!"

After Jiang Mubai's right hand got out of control, he immediately leaned to his waist, and took the gun, aimed, and pulled the trigger with a movement so fast that he couldn't see clearly when he opened his eyes.

The duel of pulling out the gun in Western movies is not completely fictional, and the speed of the gun is a big advantage of the revolver, which does not need to turn off the safety sleeve and pull the trigger to let the bullet out of the chamber.

The gun was out so fast, so close, Wu Xiu didn't have the slightest chance to dodge during the enlightenment period, the bullet burst out from the fiery muzzle along the rifling, penetrated his jaw in 0.1 seconds, crashed into his cranial cavity, and stirred the brain to pieces in the process of tumbling and deforming, and finally opened his skull, splashing out with red and white objects.

Jiang Mubai, who was facing each other, clearly saw that this martial cultivator showed a strange expression after being shot, his eyes first looked down, and then up, as if he wanted to see the bullet hole that ran through his head, and then his vision was scattered, and his uncontrollable body fell back weakly.

"Knock"

The sound of the corpse falling to the ground frightened another sword-wielding martial artist into taking two steps back, but he quickly reacted, thinking that he should close the distance and fight closely, so he bent his knees and sank his waist, leaned forward with his center of gravity, and pounced on Jiang Mubai with a smaller bullet area.

The flaw at that moment of the sword-wielding martial arts cultivation should have killed Huang Quan, but Jiang Mubai failed to seize this opportunity to kill, because his ribs in his chest were broken and his left arm was unjointed.

Without time to take care of the dislocated shoulder, Jiang Mubai gritted his teeth and endured the sharp tearing pain and withdrew from the pavilion.

Martial Cultivator with a knife didn't dare to open the distance, and swung a sharp knife to chase after Jiang Mubai's vital point.

In the rainstorm, one person retreated, one person chased, and two figures stepped on the corpse and the rain gradually moved away from the pavilion.

The sharp knife threw out the rain, scratching traces that were difficult to see with the naked eye, Jiang Mubai flashed and moved, not daring to let the blade touch any of his skin.

The knife technique of holding a knife and martial arts can only be said to be ordinary, but Jiang Mubai was injured, so he didn't dare to delay, and after dodging a stab, he grabbed the gap in the opponent's return breath, and decisively raised his wrist and shot.

The bullet flew past the target's soaked clothes, and just when the knife-wielding martial artist thought that Jiang Mubai would continue to pull the trigger, he saw Jiang Mubai make a move that he didn't expect: Jiang Mubai, who had been retreating, suddenly rushed forward, abandoned the revolver in his hand, and locked his knife-holding wrist with five fingers into claws.

"Smack!"

Wu Xiu, who was holding the knife, clenched his fist with his left hand and slammed into Jiang Mubai's already injured chest, and at the same time, Jiang Mubai exchanged his injury for injury, and his leg was like a knife, kicking and breaking the tibia of his opponent's left leg.

The two of them parted as soon as they touched it, holding the knife Wu Xiu slightly raised his left leg and shifted his weight to his right foot, his expression was cold, as if he had broken not a shin bone, but a leg hair.

Jiang Mubai took three steps back after punching, his left arm hung weakly, and a fishy sweetness gushed out of his mouth.

Wu Xiu, who was wielding a knife, brushed his wet hair back, looked at the revolver on the ground, and sneered.

"Knowing that the gun couldn't hit me, he abandoned the gun and exchanged injuries with me, which was very decisive, but it was useless. Heh, now you have two broken ribs and one broken arm, what do you ...... with me"

His victory declaration came to an abrupt end as he saw Jiang Mubai take out another gun.

Jiang Mubai doesn't like to talk nonsense, but he thinks it will be very pleasant to say a line at this time, so he made an exception and said a line that he didn't have to say after pulling the trigger.

"I'm a man who prepares for everything."