Many underworld people clenched the blades in their hands tightly, and when they heard the words that seemed to be greetings, they immediately burst into laughter.

"Black man, are you afraid of death?"

"It is said that the black man is strong in martial arts, why is he still an unweaned and hungry doll?"

"Doll, the man's knife is very fast, it won't hurt much."

"It's strange that your scoop is worth a lot, let my brothers use it, and get a reward for some wine, and I'll pay it back to you."

“···”

Shen Xingliu crossed his arms on his chest, leaned on the wooden pillar of the teahouse, looked at the sunlight outside, and turned a deaf ear to the words of the big men.

"The contemptible person is Heifengling, Tie Er," one of them stepped forward with a solemn face and accosted: "Heixia, I don't want to be your enemy today, if you hand over the black knife to me, I Heifengling can keep you safe." ”

Who knows, after Shen Xingliu heard this, he was not only afraid, but also laughed out loud.

"Hahaha, let you eat a little more, are you afraid that you will become a starving ghost, and I can really be bullied?"

"What did you say?"

There were more than 30 people present, and there were hundreds of people in the streets outside, all thinking that they had heard it wrong, or it was this kid who was crazy.

Tie Er's pupils shrank, and as soon as he turned around and wanted to escape, he was pinched by a palm of his hand.

"You can't kill me, my eldest brother is an iron tiger, he... Yes! ”

Before he finished speaking, he felt a stinging pain in his back erection neck, and the whole person fell down softly like mud.

Before he died, he heard a phrase, that is, "In the next life, remember!" Don't be too arrogant".

It is like killing a chicken and slaughtering a dog, throwing the iron two in his hand to the ground.

Returning to the bench, he poured another cup of fragrant tea, the refreshing fragrance without the slightest smell of blood.

"Ah, you actually killed the second iron cabinet, damn it!"

A long, shrill scream woke up the stunned crowd.

"Damn, everyone is on it together, and the knife divides this skin!"

Shen Xingliu didn't look at it, he patted the table lightly, and the chopsticks in the bamboo tube flew out one after another, killing the seven or eight people closest to him on the left side.

Just as he wanted to take a sip of tea, a blade slashed at him.

He also let him not have a good rest, flashed the blade, and grabbed the man's wrist with his backhand.

"Wow!"

With a scream, the man's wrist was crushed, and the blade fell in response, casually kicking.

Stomping on the man's chest, he only heard a muffled sound, and his chest collapsed instantly, and his body flew upside down, knocking over several people in a row, and there was no movement.

It seems that it can't be lived!

A group of people were not afraid of death, and continued to slash, he shook his head slightly, and the fragrant tea in the cup was immediately spilled.

When he came, the tea was no longer so soft, but became an arrow of water, each of which was shot at one person.

In an instant, it pierced through the body of the person who came, castrated unabated, and killed another person behind him.

In the blink of an eye, the dozens of people who were originally surrounded on the second floor of the teahouse could still stand with all their beards and tails, and there were only a handful.

Seeing that people were constantly pouring up to the second floor, he sighed, kicked over the wooden table, stepped on the edge of the second floor with a black knife, and went up to the roof.

The wooden table flew out upside down, knocking down the people who had just gone up to the second floor, blocking the stairs on the second floor.

"He's on the roof."

"He's on the roof, chase after him!"

The news was spread quickly by the people present, and countless people jumped from the streets to the rooftops.

Shen Xingliu had just smashed a poked head with a scabbard, and these boys couldn't even jump up to the roof at once.

However, it's not a way to be dragged all the time, so let's find a way to grease the soles of your feet! He still has to rush to pick up Uncle Tang.

I just left the roof of the teahouse, and I didn't wait to run a few steps away.

He was blocked one after the other.

It seems that these people know their intentions.

Then it's no wonder that the brothers are not righteous!

The black knife slowly appeared, and the gold veins on the body of the knife shone slightly in the sunlight, as if it was swimming.

"Go!"

"Kill the black man, take the black knife!"

“···”

People kept coming up all around, and the roof creaked beneath their feet.

"Come on, let the master kill him!"

"Buzz!"

The healing in the past three days made him very depressed, and he still couldn't save Uncle Tang.

At this point, his anger exploded completely!

Feeling the killing intent of his master, the black knife trembled slightly, not because he was afraid, but because he was excited.

"Open!"

The blade of the knife slashed in the air, and a five-zhang long knife shadow slashed vertically.

Those who couldn't dodge were immediately split in half, and even if they dodged the must-kill blow, they couldn't escape the attack area of the sword qi.

Countless small knife qi frantically cut the target's major tendon and vein acupuncture points, and when they fell to the ground, they were already out of breath, but they were less recently.

Even if you are lucky enough to save your life, you will become a lifelong cripple, let alone practice martial arts.

The black knife keeps rising and falling, harvesting the lives of these Jianghu people.

And Shen Xingliu never even blinked his eyelids, just like harvesting wheat in the field in autumn, people kept rolling down from the roof.

He also kept pushing forward, and no one could stop him.

Under the howl of ghosts and wolves, they seemed to see the most terrifying creature in this life, a Shura from hell!

......

"Damn, didn't you say he only had four grades?"

"What bullshit four grades, it's clearly five grades!"

"Hurry... Help me, brother can still fight... Burst! ”

A person who rolled down to the street was still trying to ask for help, but was trampled to death by a tall strong man.

The strong man was nine feet tall, dressed in a short sheepskin jacket, and had a horizontal flesh.

With a small braid on the top of his head and his temples bulging high, he looked like a foreigner's hard qigong at a glance.

On the sandbag-sized hands, each wrapped a piece of hemp rope, and said with a smile: "Five products?" You're progressing again. But it's fun to kill like this. ”

"Soft? How can there be a soft person here? ”

"You can't kill the black man, and you can get a reward for killing a soft person."

"Let's go up and chop him!"

Everyone waiting for the opportunity to go to the roof was careful to guard against a sudden attack, but they finally found a persimmon that was easy to pinch.

National feuds and family hatreds are pouring out, and these people are more or less all of them have relatives who died at the hands of Rouren.

"Heha, it's good to come, we don't have a big appetite and are not afraid to support it, so let's eat hors d'oeuvres before killing the black man."

I saw him tie up his horse, his luck was heavy, his arms were knotted, and he hammered his fist on the head of the thin man who came forward with the knife.

Suddenly, the man's head was opened, and the two eyeballs fell out weakly, drooping on his face, and the whole person crashed into the store that had long been closed.

"The Beirou savages are too deceitful, brothers!"

I don't know who shouted, dozens of knives and guns in front and back, constantly slashing and stabbing.

"Dingding!" "Dangdang!"

There was no such scene of flesh and blood flying as they imagined, but they felt like they had been slashed on a bronze statue, and they were shocked and painful.

The strength is slightly weaker, and it feels like the bones are cracked.

"Hah!"

Everyone joined forces to resist the strong man, thinking that he could control his figure, and the tip of the knife pierced the hard skin, but he couldn't move an inch.

"Hey, the knife of the Nanyu people, I didn't expect it to be so weak!"

"Drink!"

The strong man shouted, and everyone was dizzy when they heard it, as if someone had knocked a stick on the head.

Immediately after, a golden light flashed out from the top of the strong man's head, covering his entire body in an instant.

He raised his hands, and a golden bell suddenly appeared, shaking everyone upside down and flying out.

......

Although the strong man attracted some attention, the pressure on Shen Xingliu's side did not decrease in the slightest.

Because just now, a strong man with a big knife rushed up from the room under his feet.

Fortunately, the dodge was timely, or it would have been planted!

"I've heard of the name of the Black Man for a long time, and it really deserves its name." The strong man laughed and threw a string of copper coins into the house, apparently trying to use it as compensation.

Shen Xingliu would not relax his vigilance because of his behavior, and said with a frown: "You are also here to take my head?" ”

"Our family is just out of curiosity, and they all say that the black knife is a cow, let's see if it's true?"

"Oh, let's call the ghost head three of the sword ghosts."

Thinking that he hadn't introduced his name yet, Ghost Head San patted his big bald head and laughed.

"It seems that you did not come for money, but for fame." Shen Xingliu straightened up and said, "I still have something to do today, if you want to fight, make an appointment another day!" ”

"Get out of the way!"

Shen Xingliu took a step forward, his energy exploded, and there was originally some smoke and dust, but now it was all swept away.

"What if I say no, ghost master?" Ghost Tousan tightened the big knife on his shoulder, and said with a slight frown.

"Then die!"

"The Tang family master really killed him?"

"Oh, what if I say no, do you believe it?"

Ghost Tousan felt the other party's heartbeat, breathing, and the pure knife intent on his body, and there was no messiness at that moment.

"We believe it, the sword intent you have does not allow you to do bad things."

"But I just won't let it!"

He smiled, half-crouched, holding the hilt of the knife in both hands, dragging it behind him.

Shen Xingliu sighed, rushed towards the other party, and rushed over.

Looking at the target full of flaws, the strong man thought of countless ways to deal with it in his heart, and stomped several tiles with the soles of his feet, and shot out in the same way.

"Huh!"

The big knife slashed at the target's neck, no head flew up, no blood spilled, and the whole person passed directly through Shen Xingliu's body.

"Whoa!"

I saw him turn sharply in place, and waved the air with his hand, blowing a whirlwind that blew away the other party's figure.

"It's actually a knife intent?"

Ghost Tousan's face was full of horror, how old is this kid, and he has actually reached this level?