A splash of blood splattered out, and the squint-eyed man was stunned,

The hotel staff in cleaning suits stabbed a soft knife into the chest of a fellow disciple, and it happened so quickly that none of them reacted.

The tip of the sword pierced the chest, dripping with blood.

The disciple of the Shanling Sect looked at the sword on his chest in disbelief, his eyes were round, his mouth opened weakly, he couldn't say a word, his consciousness faded sharply, his head drooped weakly, and he lost his life.

"Kill the palace, come and ask for your life." With a cruel smile, the hotel cleaner jerked out his blood-stained soft sword, and with a pop, the last of the blood splattered from the corpse and fell to the ground.

Sonorous!

Sonorous!

Everyone drew their soft swords, and surrounded the remaining people of the Shanling Sect with a cruel smile, there were people on the left and right, three layers inside and three layers outside, not to mention wings, even if they were given the ability to drill holes, they couldn't escape.

"Killing the Temple?" The squint-eyed man's face was gloomy, he had heard of the Killing Palace, a world-famous killer organization, and no one in the rivers and lakes would not know about it.

"How much money did he give you, let you come and kill me, I give double! You don't need to do anything, you just watch. The squint-eyed man tried to negotiate the conditions, wanting to break out of the encirclement of the Killing Palace, and had a chance, but he could only run by himself, and none of these fellow disciples who came up with him could survive!

"Do you think we're like people who are short of money?" The hotel manager tilted his head and said with a cruel smile: "Killing the palace, it's a knife!" A knife in the young master's hand! ”

Young master?

Who is the Young Master?

The squint-eyed man had an ominous premonition in his heart, and subconsciously looked at Jun Chen.

"I don't want the money, I want my life, your life." Jun Chen said lightly.

The squinted-eyed man clenched his fists, and his eyes flashed with a touch of determination, since he couldn't talk, then attack!

"Senior brother, you go, we'll cover you!"

"Yes, senior brother, only you can break through, leave us alone!"

"Senior brother, let's stay here and delay time, you go!"

"Senior brother, don't forget to avenge us!"

The disciples of the Shanling Sect knew very well in their hearts that except for the squint-eyed man, no one could break out, and they were all dead, so it was better to die more valuable.

The squinted-eyed man's voice was soft, "Senior brothers, don't worry, my brother will definitely avenge you!" ”

"Run? I'll give you a pair of wings, and I'll let you run. The hotel manager beckoned.

"Kill!"

All the members of the Killing Hall shouted violently, and launched an attack with their swords in hand.

"Senior brothers, stop them and create opportunities for senior brothers! Come on! ”

Swords face each other.

With just one face, three Shanling Sect disciples died.

Flowers in a greenhouse can't be confused with killers.

These disciples of the Shanling Sect have not even seen much blood, and under the same strength, they are still slaughtered as chickens, ducks and geese by the killers of the Killing Palace, even if they are slightly stronger, they are still in a situation of being beaten violently.

Poof!

The presidential suite was transformed into a slaughterhouse.

The squinted-eyed man broke through under the cover of his fellow disciples' sacrifice for righteousness, and his strong strength repelled several members of the Killing Hall who stood in the way.

"The strength is good." Junchen commented softly, but it was just good, and he didn't take the other party in his eyes from beginning to end.

The hotel manager took the lead and stopped the squint-eyed man's attack, and the two were entangled.

Bang!

The squinted-eyed man's chest was kicked and he took a few steps back, and the burning pain in his chest filled his brain in an instant.

"Damn, why is his strength stronger than mine!" The squinted-eyed man clutched his aching chest, frowned, and his hands trembled slightly.

If you want to evacuate, you have to get past the hotel manager.

Poof!

Poof!

"Ahh

"Senior brother, go quickly! Let's go! ”

"Senior brother, we can't stop it!"

The squint-eyed man took a deep breath, not that he didn't want to go, but that he couldn't!

"Uh......"

The last cannon fodder fell, in a pool of blood, his eyes wide open and dead.

A bunch of rubbish!

The squinted-eyed man cursed secretly, his heart became more and more depressed, these cannon fodder, as long as they can be effective, buy more time, there may not be no way to break the game.

But now, how long has passed, and he is the only one left.

One minute?

No, even shorter!

Not even a minute was earned.

"Don't do anything, I'm going to fight him alone!" The hotel manager drank the rest of the members of the Killing Palace, and more, he still told Shan Feng.

Because out of the corner of his eye, he had already caught a glimpse of Shan Feng's small movements.

After the hotel manager finished speaking, he looked at Jun Chen again and said respectfully: "Please fulfill the young master!" ”

"That's right." Junchen said.

Shan Feng looked depressed.

"Thank you, young master!" The hotel manager excited.

Now, no one will grab meat from him.

The conversation between the two, in the eyes of the squinted man, is a kind of fierce humiliation to himself!

"Arrogance!" The squint-eyed man couldn't stand the humiliation and shot out with anger.

A fluffy sword, a floppy man.

At least in the eyes of the hotel manager.

Clang!

Two soft swords collide against each other.

The squinted-eyed man showed a surprised expression, and immediately turned his head, and the severed half of the soft sword almost grazed his ears, shaving off a few strands of hair.

It's so dangerous, almost ear ......

No!

I almost lost my head.

The broken sword is the squint-eyed man's, and when it comes to the quality of the soft sword, it falls into disadvantage.

It is not difficult to understand that a sword is used for martial arts, a sword is used to kill, and the materials used to create two swords are different.

For the killer, the sword and the gun are the second life.

Bang!

The squinted-eyed man was kicked to the ground by the hotel manager, who said coldly: "Shanling sect disciple? It's just that, in the final analysis, it's a third-rate force after all. ”

"Kill me! But you can't insult the Shanling faction! The squint-eyed man wanted to get up, but he was pointed at his throat by the tip of the soft sword that flashed with cold light, and the action of getting up suddenly stopped, and he didn't dare to move again.

"You didn't say you could kill you, right? Don't dare to move? Afraid? The hotel manager scoffed.

The squinted-eyed man's face was pale, and he didn't dare to look directly into the other party's eyes, indeed, it was easy to die, as long as he got up half an inch, the tip of the sword would pierce his throat.

But he didn't dare.

The fear of death is hard to overcome.

"Kill me, you won't survive, even if it's a killing hall, it's the same!" The squint-eyed man said in a deep voice, "Let me go, I'll go back and tell them that the task is complete, and everyone will cooperate for a win-win situation, how about it." ”

"Not how." Jun Chen opened his mouth and said lightly: "Shanling faction? Is it strong? ”

"It's not strong, as long as the young master speaks, tomorrow, there will be no Shanling faction on the map!" The wind is heavy.

"Killing the temple is not omnipotent, just you people, you don't need the master to make a move, my master can kill it!" The squint-eyed man threatened and begged for mercy, "Let me go, you can retreat with your whole body, at least in the short term, you won't be chased and killed by the Shanling faction." ”