Zimo took out his black and blue sword, held it, and waved it left and right, like a dancing god, walking past a table, walking past a table.

He Xiaoliang was speechless to the extreme, saying in her heart, Zimo, you have two sisters, brother and I are flattering in every way, these eight characters haven't been skimmed yet, don't make trouble!

"Oops! Zimo, what kind of elephant are you pretending to be with a sow with an onion in your nose, last time you flattered a girl like this, and in the end you were beaten by the sea, did you forget it?"

Ma Cheng, Leng Xiyan, seeing Zimo like this, he was also grinning to the ear, and he was speechless to the extreme, it was enough for the wolf to run a fool, and now Zimo is like a god who jumps the big rope, which is how these beauties view their own group.

The so-called people gather in groups and things in kind, and the goodwill that has been built up in front of the beauty workers today will be destroyed.

"Pretending to be handsome is not like this, disgusting people! A few of us seem to take you in and help you, can you settle down a little, you go to a table with the wolf." Ma Cheng hurriedly helped He Xiaoliang to squeeze Zimo together.

Seeing that Zimo was walking through two tables, he was about to pass by the black murderer.

Zimo didn't stop, but watched a few people smile more and more, with an expression that a dead pig was not afraid of boiling water, and the range of movement was even larger.

The black murderer has finished taking a sip of tea and looks at the coming Zimo, the black murderer knows that he must look at Zimo now, and only by looking at Zimo now can he not arouse his suspicion, if none of the people at his table notice the noisy Zimo, it is really to arouse the suspicion of others.

Zimo, who was two tables away, also looked at the black murderer, and nodded with a smile, signaling goodwill.

Ji Wo Tou had already given himself a few people full of hot tea, and he also picked up a cup in his hand, looked at the funny Zimo for half a look, and moved his eyes elsewhere.

The head of the chicken nest, who failed to shoot three times, is now angry when he sees Zimo, and he has no choice but to immediately step forward and kill him with a knife to relieve his hatred.

Scarface had already touched the fire, and was groping for fire in the dim shadows, and boom, emitted calcium carbide sparks, illuminating the cold faces of several people.

After Scarface lit the light, his toes touched the person in black clothes and sent out the password: "Do you want to do it in the middle of the night? I was a little impulsive just now, and I got used to killing people in the hazy darkness."

The man in black tapped lightly on the table and issued another set of passwords: "Relax, the fish is already meat on the board, everyone relax, we will kill with all our strength at midnight, tomorrow morning, when others find out that he is dead, this big ship may also arrive at the shore, at that time to find out the cause of his death, no effort is absolutely impossible to check, when the cause of his death is checked, we will leave long ago and go back to hand in the task"

"The wanderer, across the firmament, across the wilderness, with the light of the stars to ward off the enemy. .................. ”

Zimo walked past another table, only one table away from the black murderer, Zimo suddenly jumped and muttered loudly.

Seeing that this stupid boy began to be coquettish again, many people really couldn't stand it, and they were a little disgusted, so they retracted their gaze and did their own thing.

Dark Moon Ganggang can almost squirt out a mouthful of blood, Tetamu is disgusting, how can such a fool be with the county lord before, I don't kill you, I won't be called Dark Moon Ganggang!

The black murderer also calmed down one after another, and began to relax and chat with each other, raising a glass of tea.

Boom!

Blue Slash!

The candle on the black murderer's table wore half an inch high with a long flame, and in the darkness, the firelight instantly illuminated the faces of the four black murderers.

The four did not know what was happening, and the people looked at the flames almost at the same time.

The man wrapped in black suddenly felt a cold wind blowing.

In the light of the calcium carbide fire, a hundred pieces of ink flashed within a radius of more than ten meters, densely packed with the table where the black murderers were sitting around.

Countless long swords, slashing, cutting, slashing, piercing, stabbing, pulling, and sandwiching the four black murderers between the seats in various postures.

There was silence, silence, and suddenly there was a dead silence in the entire cabin.

There was a dead silence in the air that could hear your own heartbeat and breathing.

The silence was as silent as the howling wind outside the cabin, carrying endless darkness into the cabin.

Everyone in the silence could hear the sea pounding on the hull.

Everyone in the silence could hear the unique creak of the sword piercing into the body.

The peerless sword created by the master of Seiko is much sharper than entering the mud when it enters the flesh.

The black murderer's smile was still hanging on his face, and his chest had been pierced by seven or eight sharp swords, and the black murderer could clearly see that his heart was spurting black and red blood like a fountain from the huge wound.

Half a cup of hot tea reached his throat at the head of the chicken nest, and half a cup was still in his mouth, but a spurt of blood gushed out from his abdomen, mixed with the tea in his mouth, and shot to the roof of the cabin.

The head of the chicken nest feels like a fountain, a red fountain of life.

Scarface, hearing the creaking sound of the sword slicing through his back, Scarface could feel his spine being cut by the sword, as if someone had taken seven or eight of his vertebrae, and collapsed on the table.

Immediately afterwards, the head of the chicken nest felt itself spinning rapidly, spinning, and he was spinning around the half-inch flame for the hair?

The person with the head of the chicken nest sees his body sitting upright on a chair when he spins slower, but his head is missing.

The chilling aura of murder pervaded, and the lights in the cabin flickered, more like people had strayed into purgatory, and the air in the cabin became ruthless and cold.

And around the table and chair of the black murderer, Zimo's long sword was wrapped in blood rain and flew all over the sky, and every time the long sword entered and was pulled out, it carried a spray of blood arrows.

Four people, seventy or eighty huge blood holes, spurting blood fountains from all directions, and the blood mist diffused throughout the cabin in a moment.

Only Zimo's long sword, emitting a series of bewitching light, was cutting through the silent and stagnant air, as if the long sword had cut the stagnant air to pieces.

The lights on the table miraculously still flickered in the rain of blood.

The lights flickered, the cold blood of the long sword splashed, and the bodies of several people sitting in the chairs were broken inch by inch, and the bones and muscles were separated together.

Everyone who was still watching Zimo jump the rope was stunned, and everyone was stunned, motionless and looking at the sudden change.

The black-clad man immediately went into stealth and fled the table in a flash when he felt a chill blowing.

The man in black didn't know where this cold air came from, his long-term assassination experience didn't allow him to have the slightest room to think, it didn't matter who he was or why he came to kill, escape was the most important thing.

However, while being invisible, the man in black could still feel a few cold breaths cutting his body.

The man in black who flashed outside the three tables realized that those cold airs easily cut off half of his arm.

Half of the arm spewed blood mist from the elbow joint, and as he moved, it sprayed into a long stream of blood.

The black-clothed buttocks turned up a bloody cut that was more than ten centimeters deep, which greatly slowed down the movement of the black-clothed man.

A rib in the armpit and abdomen of the man in black was cut off by a sharp weapon, and half of the rib flickered with the movement of the black man, falling into the wound, which made the man in black sweat pour cold sweat all over his forehead.

The Hidden Assassin, whose combat effectiveness had dropped by 80%, felt extremely frightened, and hurriedly ran to the door of the cabin, shaking the door of the cabin vigorously, trying to open the door of the cabin and escape outside the cabin.

However, the doors of the cabins are designed to prevent large amounts of seawater from pouring in, and they are far more sealed and tough than you can imagine.

Coupled with that tough scarface, I don't know how to use it to seal the cabin door more firmly.

Only 20% of the combat power of the black-clothed man shook vigorously a few times, and then he looked back in despair to see what kind of person he was, with so much lethality.

Zimo was walking slowly, holding a green and black sword that jumped a big rope in his hand, the black and green sword had turned red, and the whole Zimo was dyed with blood into a bloodthirsty demon.

Shadow assassination has always been known for being extremely cruel, but when this shadow assassination, the only seconded in the thirty-third field, saw Zimo Bloody Man coming like a demon, his liver and gallbladder were shattered.

The man in black was puzzled, how could a small soldier have such a lethal power.

A little soldier, how could he really know that we were going to assassinate him????

A small soldier, after being assassinated, can still smile at the killer?

A small soldier can actually hibernate, face the four major killers, and face death at any time, can he hibernat?

A small soldier actually turned an assassination into an open killing, this ............ It's an open kill, but it's a sneak attack.