Chapter 761: The Spring Rain Is Silent, and the Killing Sound Is Invisible [One More Seeking Flowers]

Outside, the sound of rain is getting more and more urgent, and indoors, the knife in Wudan's hand is dancing more and more impermeable.

I don't know if it's because I know the truth, or for other reasons, looking at the sword light that flutters back and forth, Zou Haoran actually feels a trace of coldness, and it seems that even the big green clothes have a trace of killing intent in their poignant singing!

Zou Haoran subconsciously glanced back and forth, only to see that the people around him were all indifferent, without the slightest discoloration, while drinking tea, he was still watching the performance on the stage, as if he was watching a Guangdong opera, without the slightest panic, but in his eyes, there was a kind of mockery that only when a cat watched a mouse!

Ye Wushuang rubbed the blue and white porcelain teacup with one hand, and put the other hand under the table, he didn't know what he was tinkering with, but the light flashed in his slightly squinted eyes, how to look at it There was a dazzling feeling!

"Boom!"

A thunderclap rises from the ground!

Zou Haoran was trembling all over, looking at the flickering electric light in the sky outside, I don't know why, such a thought suddenly popped up in his mind - the spring thunder rises on the ground, and the sky changes the earth!

At this time, the singing voice of the big Tsing Yi on the stage changed and suddenly became high-pitched. And Wudan, on the other hand, did somersaults back and forth on the stage, one of them, wearing a yellow jacket costume, shuttled back and forth in Wudan, gradually, everyone was left behind by him, and the whole person became more and more forward, and gradually stood at the front of the stage.

The whole process is fancy to the extreme!

Although some merchants in the audience had never seen such a "Three Down Southern Tang Dynasty", they were dazzled by this fancy action, and some people actually applauded.

And Hua Dan, who was the first place, had reached the very edge of the stage at this time!

Because Ye Wushuang was sitting in the first row, they were only ten meters away from this person, and they could even clearly see some of the wrinkles on the actor's face.

"Do it!"

Da Qingyi, who was singing a tune, suddenly stopped, and suddenly burst out two sharp words!

Abnormal change, suddenly alarmed!

Almost at the moment when the big Tsing Yi spoke, Wu Dan's right foot, who had already walked to the edge of the stage, stepped on the stage fiercely, and the whole person suddenly soared out, his body was like a shadow and electricity, like a sharp arrow piercing through the air, directly taking Zou Haoran, who was in mid-air, the long knife in his hand was to take advantage of the situation, and he jumped directly into the air at a distance of dozens of meters, and wanted to pierce the throat with a knife, and directly killed Zou Haoran, the newly appointed chief executive of Hong Kong, in this theater garden!

"Look for death!"

Ye Wushuang sneered, and stood up with a "whoosh" between the electric lights and stones, and the hand that had been hidden under the table was also taken out, but at some point, the dragon's tooth was already hidden in his hand!

Then, he directly threw the knife at the cross-coming Wudan!

The right arm is outstretched, the muscles are solid, like the descendants of the Terran heroes who bent the bow and shot the sun in the ancient past, at this moment, there is a feeling that people dare not look at!

A knife, like eternity!

"Whoosh!"

The evil knife crossed the air, at a speed beyond the bullet, carrying Ye Wushuang's indelible killing intent straight to Na Wudan, and the "poof" pierced through the opponent's body, and the residual power was undiminished, and it was picked on the blade and brought back to the stage, with a "sonorous" sound, it was nailed to death on the stage, at this time, Na Wudan had already died, tilting his head, and only a soft corpse was picked up in the air.

All this may be long to say, but in fact, it just happened between lightning and fire, that is, in the blink of an eye, the Wu Dan who was clearly jumping in the air was pierced by a knife and nailed to the stage. The next moment, Ye Wushuang jumped on the table and shouted, "Kill me!"

As soon as the words fell, Mo Long, who had already prepared the long knife, was the first to make a move, and rushed directly to the stage, and the Tang knife wrapped in the wolfskin sheath in his hand was already out of the sheath and took the big green coat directly. That Da Tsing Yi is obviously also a practitioner, and the splitter dodged a flower gun, and with a shake of his hand, the gun came out like a dragon, and he actually stood with Molong!

The chopping knife rose and fell, and Zhu Yeqing had also rushed up, raising the knife in his hand, and directly slashed the two Wudan.

For a while, the sword and sword shadow are endless!

"Kill!"

"Kill, kill, kill!"

“......”

The sound of shouting and killing came from outside the theater garden, mixed with the sound of rain and bursts of spring thunder, and at the moment when a great battle broke out in the theater, a large number of samurai dressed in black and holding machetes rushed in.

It's just that the Viking warriors who stayed behind were already ready, where would they be polite to them? Almost as soon as these people rushed in, they threw out a tomahawk in their hands!

These black-clothed warriors were greeted by a terrible baptism of blood!

Almost instantly, the twenty or so people who rushed in first were knocked down!

"Roar!"

A battle cry like the roar of an ancient beast, and the next moment, those Viking warriors tore off the robes on their upper bodies, and jumped down with their upper bodies naked, with a mournful war cry in their mouths, fighting shirtless, extremely wild.

Those black-clothed people were taken aback, and when they took the task, it was said that there was only one goal, but as soon as they entered the door, they rushed down so many "wild people", where is there no reason not to be afraid?

It's all a bunch of lunatics!

Anyone who sees such seven or eight hundred* fierce men fighting with their bodies, with an average height of more than 1.85 meters, and muscles like steel, will be stunned to kill them with axes, especially those pair of scarlet eyes and almost hideous and bloodthirsty faces, which are terrifying! Even the battle-hardened generals feel cold when they see it, and they are too wild! Who is not terrified when they go to the bloody killing field? There is still a white flower girl at home with two big white legs open waiting for herself to go back at night to enjoy, who the fuck doesn't worry about being hacked to death in that bloody killing field? So, generally speaking, you can beat in a group and never fight alone, you can use a knife and never fight with your bare hands, you are afraid of being hacked to death, stuffed in a sack and thrown into a sack to say goodbye to this flower world, where is this group of "wild people" so war-thirsty? Fucking it's like not dying, a person dares to rush into the crowd to make a charge, it's just brainless!

These savages...... Aren't they afraid of death? Aren't they afraid that they will just hang up, and that long list of numbers that they have saved in their bank cards will make others cheaper? Aren't they worried that yesterday they were still dead and alive will aim that ecstasy at other men tomorrow, and let others crisscross inside?

Probably, these warriors now have these doubts in their hearts, but unfortunately, more and more "wild people" rushed down, almost grabbing their butts in a crazy slaughter, a total of more than 200 people, how can they withstand the slashing of more than 800 people? retreated from the theater to the outside, and then retreated from the theater garden to the room, and then ...... There is no way to retreat, you can only bite the bullet!

And inside, the people on the stage were almost dead, and in the end, the big Tsing Yi was still relatively strong, and he actually withstood Mo Long's attack for more than 20 rounds, which made Mo Long very angry, and finally pounced on it, pulled out the flower gun and lifted it off, and then cut off the head of the big Tsing Yi with a knife, ending the battle.

At this time, the theater was already in chaos, and the merchants who listened to the play were so frightened that they could only squat under the table and tremble.

Ye Wushuang stood on the big round table, looking at everything in front of him, knowing that he would win this battle before it started, he couldn't help but laugh wildly, looking invincible.

(The fifteenth place is in jeopardy...... Brothers...... What's going on this month? Khan, it's so miserable, it's so miserable.