As soon as he got out of the alley, Gu Lai received a note that said: Invite Mr. to get together.

Song Wen is signed, but there is a lip print next to it.

Lip prints imprinted with blood.

The destination is on Long Street, and if you want to see her, you have to be able to walk into Long Street alive.

It's ridiculous in ancient times, ghosts are ghosts, and all they think is ghost ideas.

The black crowd in front of him is like a beast smelling of human odor, and the light in his eyes is the light of murder.

They hunched over, staring at their legs, holding the hilt of their swords, ready to pounce like leopards.

Standing at the front is Horn in the West City, Xu Ye in the North City.

Gu Lai looked up at the night, and there was sadness in his eyes.

"Kill!"

Xu Ye yelled.

Hundreds of knives were drawn out, and the sound was like thunder.

The sword light covered the moonlight.

Xu Ye's knife volleyed down in the air, and the momentum sank, wrapped in a fierce knife wind.

The autumn water is also out of the sheath!

One step out of the ancient world became a phantom.

Arc light flashes out of the shadow.

Xu Ye's knife was broken in two, and his head was split in half.

Before the blood could gush out, Gu Lai stepped out several feet from his side.

The light of the knife is the light of the knife.

How could it be possible to cover the moonlight.

"Sir, good knife skills!"

Lu Xiaolin watched the blood rolling, and couldn't help shouting, expressing the pride in his heart.

The sinister atmosphere in the streets was strong, and the wind was loud and loud.

Lu Xiaolin remembered the days of Mobei.

A desert knife, broken out of the wind and sand, swinging the knife, startling the horse, and cutting off the head.

Bloodstained sand!

"Good knives!" Gu replied.

"Happy!"

Lu Xiaolin faced the knife hands all over the street, and the desert knife slanted, and the head fell to the ground.

Every time you cut off a head, you must look at the ancient times.

It's like a race.

Ancient butterfly steps through flowers, such as a leisurely walk, arc light mixed with moonlight.

If a person passes through a flower, the leaves do not stick.

But the person was over, and the arc light was still flickering behind him, and he fell down in an instant.

The knife hand on the street is terrified.

Ancient times have risen like a gust of wind.

The fine willow true qi, the thin willow knife, a lonely light, ten zhang long.

Boom!

On the ground of bluestone slabs, stone chips flew up, and a trench more than ten zhang long divided the street into two sides.

The swordmen on both sides of the trench scattered like frightened birds in the trees.

Smash into the roofs on both sides.

"I want to go to the Long Street, and the people who stand in the way die!"

Gu Lai held the knife, but his eyes were sharper than the sword.

At this moment, he still looks like a scholar!

Gu Lai's steps were very urgent, and the knife hand retreated even more urgently.

Lu Xiaolin took more than a dozen people, and he followed closely, and the buildings on both sides retreated one after another.

Dozens of black gases flew into the group of swordsmen, and a wail suddenly sounded.

The knife hand that was hit by the black qi was drained and fell to the ground in a languid state.

"Retreat, kill!"

The sound was ethereal, like it came from hell.

"Brothers, the left and right are a death, fight hard!"

"That's right, there are more than a dozen of them, death is fate, as long as they don't die, they will be prosperous and rich!"

The knife hands present were passionate!

"Kill! Kill! Kill! ”

A spear, like a swimming dragon, shouted a few times, fierce and fierce, and rushed up.

The knife hand behind him followed.

"Xiaolin, follow me!" Ancient voices are deep.

Lu Xiaolin said: "Sir, just go forward, Xiaolin can't die yet, haha!" ”

Sneering, a sharp sound slashed across the eardrums, and the listener was covered in chills and goosebumps.

Starting from the tip of the gun, then the barrel of the gun, then the mouth, the palm, the arm, and the chest, inch by inch, cracked.

The gunman fell to the ground.

The blood mist poured open, reflecting the red moonlight.

As the wails rose one after another, the corpses fell in large pieces.

The thin willow knife has never been so hearty!

The knife light ploughed open a passage and stalled a few feet away.

An old man!

Holding the chopping knife, he was on the ground.

Lu Xiaolin was shocked: "It's the person who said the underworld in Longqi City, Qu Lao!" ”

He wasn't shocked by Qu Lao.

What surprised was Qu Lao's demeanor, who was over seventy years old, as if he was dreaming back to his youth.

The green tendons on his arms bulged, and the men who were fighting did not have this line.

Gu Lai said: "This is no longer Qu Lao!" ”

Lu Xiaolin was surprised!

Gu Lai is like a big bird, flying on the ground.

Qu Lao held the knife with his backhand in both palms and drew half a circle in the air.

Staggered and twisted his waist and slashed down diagonally.

A strong wind blew, and the sharp knife intent tore the air apart.

Collided with the ancient knife, sparks like lightning.

There was a buzzing sound, and it instantly spread from the blade to the tiger's mouth, and from the tiger's mouth to the whole body.

Gulai tinnitus was shocked back several feet.

The knife stabbed into the ground, making a deep mark before stopping.

Half of my body, I felt numb.

Looking at the autumn water knife again, the body is wrapped in a layer of black gas, but the blade is intact.

Gu Lai's arm shook, and the fine willow true qi swept across the blade, and the pale golden qi swept away the black qi.

Qu Lao didn't give Gu Lai time to adjust, chopping the horse across his side and striding over.

With each step, the ground cracked.

Gu Lai straightened his arm, turned his wrist, and refined his true qi flew out from the tip of the knife like a silkworm spinning silk.

"Kill!"

Qu Lao Cat lunged at the waist, slashed upward, and slashed in the air.

Gu Lai's wrist turned, and the true qi on the tip of the knife turned into thousands of silk threads and wrapped around it.

Arc light!

Flutter!

A slasher is pierced against a wall.

Qu Lao's clothes were shattered, his abdomen was torn, and he fell to the ground.

"Hey, I'm getting old, and I still can't escape my life!"

With a long sigh, he closed his eyes.

The night is getting deeper, and the third watch is coming soon.

More and more people fell, and there were only three or five people left by Gu Lai's side, including Lu Xiaolin.

The swordsman of the underworld became more and more frightened.

The person who can survive tonight will be the boss of the underworld side of Longqi City.

How many people are likely to survive?

You won't kill all the people on this street, will you?

Most people have the idea of quitting!

The underworld begged for a life on the tip of a knife, and they were used to seeing life and death, but tonight they were afraid of this kind of death.

"Death to the cowardly!"

Several retreating knife hands, split in half.

Chen Bao and Chen Hu pulled out a few people and walked out.

Gu Lai said: "Long time no see! ”

Chen Bao tilted his head: "See your grandma, Lao Tzu is going to beat your head like this today, and then cut it off." ”

Gu Lai also tilted his head: "Really? ”

Chen Hu coughed, quickly took out the handkerchief, coughed wildly, and unfolded the handkerchief, which was a pool of blood.

"In ancient times, you were all the victims! Our brother, if we don't kill you, we will not be human! ”

It's a pity to be ancient!

Their torture was enough, and they could have lived.

But in ancient times, he wanted to enter the long street and uprooted the bane he planted.

Chen Bao and Chen Hu are standing at the entrance of Long Street!

They were on the wrong team and in the wrong place.

Pity!

Lu Xiaolin stepped out in one step: "Sir, please enter the long street, these two, leave them to me!" ”

Gu Lai said: "Can you stop the evil aura on their bodies?" ”

Lu Xiaolin laughed: "Mr. underestimated this desert knife!" ”

As he spoke, he slashed at it.

At this time, Gu Lai was not in a hurry, and walked in step by step.

The knife hand in front stepped back step by step, and no one dared to take another step.

The black gas that flew from the air knocked several knife hands to the ground.

But no one rushed forward anymore.

The black gas is urging life, but it is more terrifying than the black gas in ancient times.

It's not the same in ancient times.

If you don't rush, he won't kill you, but Caifeng will.

The lesser of two evils, just now is a gamble on life, a gamble on a future, and now a gamble on a way to live.

When Gu Lai stepped into the long street.

A high platform was erected on the long street, and the platform was surrounded by bewitching red silk.

Song Wen sat on the high platform, his eyebrows were extremely feminine.

Gu Lai said loudly: "My name is Song Wen, can I respond, or can I ask Caifeng to respond?" ”

"Hahaha, immortal, you were very merciful in the deserted house that day, like a bodhisattva, why are your eyes full of murder today."

Caifeng's voice is very tempting, and her expression is very ruthless.

It's just that she is in Song Wen's body, and Gu Lai can't see her expression.

Gu Lai didn't have the heart to catch up with her, and said coldly: "Lifting the pen is a bodhisattva, and holding a knife is Shura!" I can give you the heart of the Bodhisattva, and I can also give you back the means of Shura! ”