Wu Mian never thought that killing people would be such an easy thing.

The killing machines in the eyes of ordinary people were in his hands, like mannequins, standing in space stunned, without the slightest strength to fight back.

Simple.

Relaxed.

"I'm really killing someone, right?"

Wu Mian had such doubts in his heart.

With thinking, Wu Mian took a curved step under his feet, stepped on the carpet with his left foot, completed the turn in an instant, and cut through the backhand with a sword ghost, and the cultist who had just pounced on him happened to hit the sword light and was directly cut by a sword.

The cultist directly threw away the Piercing Rain Sword in his hand, held his throat with both hands, and knelt down in front of Wu Mian......

"It's so easy!"

Wu Mian thought so in his heart, and the stabbing rain in his hand mercilessly nailed the opponent's head, pulled out his sword, and looked up at the remaining two cultists.

The two cultists exclaimed in surprise and involuntarily chose to retreat.

They're really scared now.

These people are all martial artists, and they have strong actual combat ability, among ordinary people, they are completely killing machines, and each of them has the strength and speed beyond ordinary people, and has a powerful destructive power.

Not to mention that most of these people are intermediate martial apprentices and senior martial apprentices, all of whom are talents from hundreds or thousands.

But in front of the person in front of him, as if he didn't have the slightest strength to resist, the other party was like cutting melons and vegetables, and killed five people in one go.

The strong combat power displayed made them all feel creepy, which was really scary.

"Kill without forgiveness! Kill without forgiveness! Kill without forgiveness......"

Wu Mian held the double swords in his hands, and slowly stepped forward, every step he took, he felt the blood in his heart stir a little, and when he walked four or five steps like this, the qi and blood in his body were completely boiling, and even Wu Mian's eyes were a little red

Finally, looking at Wu Mian, who was about to turn into a demon, the two cultists finally collapsed, turned around and ran towards the bar.

Wu Mian pounced on his feet, and in the middle of his breath, he was already approaching a figure.

Wu Mian could see that the fluff behind the other party was standing up, obviously sensing himself.

I thought that the other party would stop and fight back immediately, but I didn't expect the other party to stop, and he didn't even dare to turn his head back.

Wu Mian was also not polite, and directly inserted a sword into the back of his head.

The martial artist screamed, as if he didn't know that he was dead, and broke free directly from the tip of Wu Mian's sword, and after running a few steps in succession, he fell to the ground with a pop......

Watch as the last of the warriors flees into the bar.

Wu Mian didn't chase immediately, took a deep breath, and began to adjust his breathing state.

After a series of battles, his breathing was also a little disordered.

In addition to the combat consumption, it is mainly because of the blessing of the sword sense, which amplifies Wu Mian's perceptual senses.

Wu Mian could clearly feel how the sword pierced other people's hearts, how it tore through other people's blood vessels, the touch of cutting people's heads, and the picture of blood flying......

Before he knew it, his heart rate gradually increased, the blood flow rate increased, and the adrenal glands surged, leaving him in a state of euphoria.

Fortunately.

The body is fanatical, and the heart is still calm enough, at least not because of the impetuousness of the heart, causing the hands and feet to tremble.

Looking at the skill card, after defeating the five cultists, two star runes had already lit up.

Wu Mian looked at the door of the bar, and there were already more than a dozen martial disciples and even martial artists behind the door, waiting for them.

"Didn't you say there were only a dozen or so people in total?"

Wu Mian muttered in his heart, wanting to add the Star Rune to the Imperial Sword Technique.

Just thought about it and didn't do it.

His current swordsmanship and strength, spirit, and perceptual senses have been combined to the point of coordinated operation, and at the juncture of a big battle, rash improvement will upset the balance.

Wu Mian threw away the short sword in his hand, and from a martial artist shuriken qi a sword of the same specification and shape.

Two swords, one long and one short, affect the balance and are even more difficult to control.

I looked at the alarm device I was wearing, thought about it, and didn't press it.

Just before coming, the two set three plans, and the first plan was to attack back and forth according to what she said.

The second set of options......

Looking at the corpse that fell to the ground, and looking at the star runes flashing on the skill card, Wu Mian chose the second plan.

Because......

The task is too simple.

Exhaled heavily, he pushed open the door to the bar......

Unlike the eerie and enchanting promenade, the bar lobby is relatively brightly lit, and the space is filled with quiet and peaceful music, making the atmosphere look like a slow shake.

However, at this moment, the tables and chairs in front of the door have been emptied, and more than a dozen martial artists are holding weapons in their hands, staring at Wu Mian's figure.

Wu Mian glanced at it, and his gaze locked on a sturdy man in a black suit.

This is a warrior.

At the same time, he is also the owner of this private bar: Fang Yang.

Everyone else had weapons in their hands, but he stood in the crowd with his empty hands and a cold expression, staring at Wu Mian with resentment: "It seems that he is coming at me, boy, which way is it?"

"I don't have anything to say to you cultists, let's do it!"

Wu Mian didn't want to bother with words, anyway, these are dead people, and these quasi-dead people, naturally there is nothing to say, bad luck.

The faces of more than a dozen figures showed hideous colors.

Although the other party was on the narrow corridor before, he killed a few martial artists, but in such an empty space, so many people rushed up, this kid was not hacked to death by the sword!?

There are so many people on the field, all of them are martial artists, and among them, they are still righteous and bright warriors.

In this case, don't say that this kid is a martial artist, even if he is a martial artist, he will definitely die, unless he is a great martial artist......

Could it be that this kid is still a great warrior!?

Look at his young and childish face, look at his thin figure...... If this Nima is a great warrior, they would rather gouge out their eyeballs and give them to the dogs to eat.

In comparison, Fang Yang was much calmer and calmer, "I'm just a bar, I'm a regular martial artist, how can there be a cultist, you are mistaken." ”

"Am I mistaken!?"

Wu Mian hehe: "Okay, since you said that you are not a cultist, then tell me a word......

Jericho Zekaku!

Wu Mian knew that this sentence would kill the cultists.

As soon as this sentence came out, several cultists were like mad dogs.

Before Wu Mian finished speaking, the others seemed to know what Wu Mian wanted to say, and their faces became hideous.

Fang Yang interrupted directly: "I don't want to explain this to you, I want you to die to understand, whether you make a mistake or a nervous disorder, you have killed so many people, you are going to die today." ”

Wu Mian's eyes were half-open: "You'll know who is dead later." ”

Although in Wu Mian's induction, Fang Yang belonged to a martial artist, and his qi and blood were stronger than him,

But......

I don't know if it's because of the sense of the sword, or for other reasons, Wu Mian felt that killing him was like slaughtering a dog.