In Sendai City, there were a few people who were silently speeding in the spring rainy night, and if you looked closely, it was nine people. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

Dressed in black, his eyes are cold, and his body is clean and neat. Each of them held a simple knife in his hand, like a team of ghosts seeking his life in the night.

The Eagle will always rudder.

In the darkness of the night, nine young men stood still for a moment. Peng Yuntian said to everyone: "Leave the women, children, old and young, and cut the rest, the faster we move, the less pressure the seventh master will have!"

Listening to the second brother's words, Peng Yunyi nodded heavily and stayed with another black-clothed young man to prevent the people in the house from escaping to report the news. The other seven broke down the door like the Seven Killing Gods.

The elite of the Flying Eagle Society have all gone to Nancheng to kill people, and there are only a few kung fu gangs left in the helm. In the eyes of the Flying Eagle Society, which is powerful and has many gangs, the six major gangs will surround Jing Qi, although there will be a fight, but it is also a matter of being caught. They had already received information that the Akita Gang would not intervene. Therefore, the Chen gang leader had prepared wine and meat before leading the gang out to kill, and waited for him to come back to celebrate.

The few gangs left behind, idle, in the warm and bright hall with high lights and candles, gambling and drinking around a square table, unaware of the danger outside the door.

The door was kicked open, and a cold wind mixed with rain rushed straight into the hall.

A quick reaction of the gang wanted to pick up the long knife on the bench at his feet, but as soon as his hand touched the hilt, a simple knife flew quickly from the broken door with the cold rain and wind.

Poof! Not too loud, the Pu knife penetrated directly into his chest, and before he could even snort, his body was thrown by the flying knife on the gambling table, spurting blood and dying.

Seven teenagers rushed up like wolves and tigers.

As the sword flew, his head rolled off, blood splattered, and without any decent resistance, he slaughtered a few of the gang members left behind by the helm of the Flying Eagle Society.

After a brief search in the various rooms of the Flying Eagle Rudder, without stopping for a moment, the seven people immediately withdrew. The two brothers who were guarding the door converged, and followed the convenient route that had been designed for a long time, and broke into the rainy night again. Like the evil spirits released from hell, kill another gang.

Jing Qi was not a brave and ruthless horseman, but a resolute and calm cold killing. When the six major sects were about to fight in the south of the city, Jing Qi had already made arrangements for the backhand. With the strength of himself and Xu Feng, he withstood the siege of hundreds of people, and arranged for his nine brothers to go to exterminate the lair of the six major gangs one by one.

It's a ruthless ploy. Be ruthless to yourself and even more ruthless to your enemies, which is very in line with Jing Qi's style.

And these nine brothers are the second surviving Peng Yuntian among the three brothers of the Peng family, Peng Yunyi, the third eldest Peng Yunyi, and the seven Akita Gang teenagers who squatted in the county government prison with Jing Qi.

Nine men, nine knives.

Flying Knife Alliance!

Listen to the Wind Pavilion!

Hidden Dragon Xuan!

Hall of All Evils!

In the rainy night, the connection was destroyed!

The underground forces of Sendai Castle were almost completely wiped out overnight, and the dark world representing power and blood began to be redivided. Nine teenagers are like gods of killing in the last days, speeding through the dark streets and alleys, slaughtering doors one after another.

The continuous slashing made their faces covered with blood, and the spring rain hit their faces, and they didn't have time to wipe it off during the rush, and the blood fell down their faces mixed with the rain.

Each of them had two or even three knives on them, one of which was cut and broken, and then replaced with another.

The rain became heavier and heavier, and nine knives appeared in front of the door of the last gang, the Blood Sakura Hall.

Without a moment's pause, and without any hesitation, the nine teenagers went up together, and when they arrived in the hall, they couldn't help but say that there was a chaotic battle, and the cold slashing sound suddenly rose, and in the silent rainy night, even the dull clicking sound of the Pu knife slashing into the bones could be heard, revealing the corpse of the faint white stubble, and the scarlet flesh and blood all over the ground, and the Shura Dojo was nothing more than that.

The nine teenagers all held their breath, the same coldness, the same cruelty, and the nine murderous auras combined into a will, just like a person, a knife. The condensed murderous aura swirled around the black clothes, and just by facing it, it took great courage.

The last gang left, kneeling in the rain and begging for mercy, Peng Yunyi was about to behead him with a knife, but was stopped by Peng Yuntian.

Peng Yuntian's knife came out like the wind, cut a deep hole in his arm that was visible to the bone, and with a swing of the knife, he cut off two ears.

Looking at the Blood Sakura Hall gang covering their ears in the rain and blood gushing out from between their fingers, Peng Yuntian said coldly: "Spare you from dying, report the news!"

The gang, who was kneeling in the rain, shouted and was so frightened that he covered his ears and ran away.

This is just the beginning!

The nine teenagers put on the latest and sharpest Pu Dao and began to march towards Nancheng, galloping all the way, silent.

The battle in Nancheng had entered a life-and-death situation, and Jing Qi and Xu Feng's hair had been soaked in blood, and they couldn't be washed away even in the pouring rain.

Jing Qi's large and small wounds kept bleeding out, but he didn't feel any pain, subconsciously he just felt that his life was passing a little bit, but he still relied on an innate fierceness to support himself not to fall, and the steel knife had been cut full of gaps, and he was still fighting in the crowd like a mad tiger.

Xu Feng has finished reciting many poems, and he has entered a state of confusion and dreaminess in the process of slashing, just killing, killing non-stop. Xu Feng didn't feel the pain of the wound on his body, he just felt tired, tired to the bone marrow, and the black sword in his hand seemed to be a heavy grinding plate, and every time he swung it, he had to exert all his strength.

He suddenly remembered that on his first day in this world, he was in a sunny rice field, breathing pure air. Killing people is so tiring, he wants to lie on his back in the rice field now, and completely relax himself.

A spear smashed Xu Feng's back, and the intense pain caused by the heart-pounding shock made Xu Feng wake up suddenly from this hallucination.

Suddenly, a terrifying cry sounded in the dark and rainy night: "Kill...... Person!...... It's here!"

A man with his head in his hands jumped through the fierce killing array like a rat crossing the street, and generally shouted: "Destroy the door!"

Hearing this voice, Jing Qi inhaled suddenly, knowing that tonight's major event had been decided, and his tactics were even more courageous.

The sharp-eyed and sharp-eared Blood Sakura Hall Master immediately recognized that this person was the deputy chief steward of his hall. The heart seemed to be suddenly grabbed by someone, and the pain was so bad that he couldn't breathe, and at this moment of distraction, he felt a chill on his neck, and his life had been harvested by Xu Feng's black sword.

Holding the Pu knife, the nine-life boy ran with neat steps in the rainy night, joining the battle array like a wild dragon.

The brocade-clothed scribe across the three alleys seemed to have seen the slashing under the torii with his own eyes, when nine teenagers arrived. The focused expression on his face suddenly relaxed, as if there was nothing left to pay attention to over there. Only then did he turn his head and say to Bai Hu: "Presumably you also came to see people, but the young man who chanted poetry just now?"

White Hu is silent, which is equivalent to admitting.

The brocade-robed scribe announced an edict: "I originally wanted another, but now, I want both." ”

"It's up to you!" Bai Hu said coldly.

The brocade-robed scribe smiled again, his right hand hanging in front of him an inch closer to the sword he strapped to his waist.

......

In the fierce battle, the six major gangs finally realized Jing Qi's methods. No matter how much you overestimate this cold teenager, you still underestimate it in the end.

The truth exposed by fear is even more frightening, and despair and fear begin to spread and contag in people's hearts.

Some people began to flee, and they fled without hesitation.

And the rest are men whose hearts are full of loyalty and hatred, full of blood. The thirty or forty people who killed the red eye surrounded Jing Qi and them with various blades.

The addition of nine knives reversed the situation in an instant, and the scene had changed from a siege to a confrontation.