"Bang!"

Luo Chen's leg was against Jing Ba's back and slammed into the ground, and a big hole was suddenly smashed into the wooden floor, and sawdust flew sideways.

Jing Ba, who had just stood firm and narrowly dodged a blow, glanced at the big hole in the ground with some fear, and then looked at the boots on Luo Chen's feet in shock.

His soft sword was made of dark iron! It was so sharp that it could break iron, but it couldn't cut a boot! Jing Ba suddenly had the illusion that he was holding a wooden sword.

"Huh!"

Luo Chen glanced at the white marks on his boots, then looked at Jing Ba with a smile, stood on tiptoe with his right foot, and moved his ankle.

The boots on Luo Chen's feet were the combat boots that matched the Purple Mist Armor, made of small steel rings made of Xuanwen steel refined by the Purple Mist Villa, and even the Thundering Knife could not break through its defenses, let alone Jing Ba's soft sword.

"Now it's my turn to attack, right?"

Luo Chen said, the right foot of his ankle was moving a little bit, volleyed into the air, the person was in the air, the white light flashed, the thundering knife came out of the sheath, and the thick true qi exploded, slashing towards Jing Ba's head.

In the face of such a fierce sword, Jing Ba's breathing became rapid, and he didn't dare to slack off, gritting his teeth, calming his face, running his true qi all over his body, and swinging his sword to block.

"Dang!"

"Poof......

"Bang! bang......"

The Thundering Knife slashed the soft sword, castrating unabated, leaving a long, hideous wound on Jing Ba's chest. Jing Ba suddenly vomited blood and flew upside down, smashed several tables and chairs one after another, and finally fell to the ground.

"Boom! buzz......"

The broken sword, which had been split in two, flew and plunged deep into the wooden guardrail in front of the old man, and the sword body made a trembling sound.

"Goo-dong!"

With his eyes wide open, looking at the half-cut sword that almost pierced his head in front of him, the old man swallowed in shock, and then looked at Luo Chen with some fear.

"Ah......h

Seeing Jing Ba fall to the ground and not knowing whether he was alive or dead, Xiao Er, who was guarding the door, picked up a bench and smashed it behind Luo Chen.

"Humph!"

Without waiting for Luo Chen to make a move, Zheng Xiaoliu, who was standing next to him, kicked towards Xiao Er.

"Bang! bang......"

It's just a junior second in the early stage of the third-rate realm, which is Zheng Xiaoliu's combination of moves, and suddenly even the person with the bench was kicked and hit the wall.

Luo Chen turned his head, glanced at Xiao Er, who had passed out, and then looked at Zheng Xiaoliu with surprise, he didn't expect that this person who had just met would be the enemy of the Hidden Killing Sect for him. couldn't help but look at Zheng Xiaoliu twice.

Retracting his gaze, Luo Chen looked at the frightened old man again, and said with a smile: "Shopkeeper, can you tell me now, who issued the task?"

"Humph!"

The old man collected his attention and sneered: "If you kill the person from my hidden killing door, even if you tell you who issued the task, it is useless, my hidden killing door will never let you go, not to mention that it is impossible for me to tell you at all." ”

"Yes......"

Luo Chen's face gradually became gloomy: "Since that's the case, then don't blame me." ”

"...... Uproar"

Luo Chen split the wooden guardrail with a knife, jumped onto the high platform, and jumped into the counter.

"What are you going to do?"

Seeing this, the old man's eyelids jumped.

"What are you doing?

Luo Chen sneered and swung his knife at the old man.

"Bump!"

"Ah...... Poof......"

It's just that the old man in the Forging Body Realm couldn't catch Luo Chen's move, and he was suddenly slapped on the mouth by the blade, screaming and falling to the ground, spitting out a mouthful of blood full of teeth.

Luo Chen didn't have any burden on the old man in the forging realm, people like them only recognize money, and they don't care about the lives of others at all, and they don't know how many people have been killed.

The reason why Luo Chen knocked out the old man's teeth was also because of Jing Jiu's experience, he was afraid that the old man would also have poisonous teeth in his mouth, so he committed suicide before the news came out.

"Can you say that now?"

Luo Chen looked at the old man in an indifferent tone.

"You're flashing!"

The old man looked at Luo Chen with a vicious look in his eyes, lost his teeth, and spoke with a leaky wind.

"Humph!"

Seeing this, Luo Chen slapped the old man in the face with another knife.

"Uh-huh!"

The old man didn't scream this time, and after snorting, he covered his swollen face with his hands.

"To say or not to say?"

Luo Chen's indifferent voice contained murderous intent in his voice.

The old man lay on the ground, closed his mouth and said no more, just staring at Luo Chen with his eyes.

"Let me try!"

Just as Luo Chen was about to continue his move, Zheng Xiaoliu jumped in from the high platform.

"Hmm!"

Luo Chen glanced at Zheng Xiaoliu, nodded, and stepped aside.

"Hey, hey!"

Zheng Xiaoliu smiled and grabbed the old man, lifted the old man up and tied him to the guardrail of the counter.

"What are you Shin going to do?"

The old man had wind leaking in his mouth, and looked at Zheng Xiaoliu uneasily.

"Hey, hey, you'll find out later. ”

Zheng Xiaoliu smiled maliciously, took out a slender silver needle from his arms, his eyes froze, and his right hand pinched the silver needle and quickly pierced a certain acupuncture point on the back of the old man's head.

The old man looked at Zheng Xiaoliu blankly for a second, and then, his mouth opened wide:

"Ah......h

The sudden earth-shattering scream frightened Luo Chen's eyelids.

"Be quiet!"

Zheng Xiaoliu was afraid of being heard by people outside, so he hurriedly covered the old man's mouth, and then tore off a piece of cloth from the old man's body, formed a ball, and stuffed it into the old man's mouth.

"Woo......"

The old man's bloodshot eyes widened, shaking his body desperately, and the back of his head kept hitting the guardrail behind him, making the guardrail destroyed by Luo Chen rattle.

Seeing this, Zheng Xiaoliu was afraid that the old man would be killed, so he hurriedly grabbed the old man's hair and pulled it back, putting the old man's head and the guardrail close together.

After a long while, Zheng Xiaoliu pulled out the silver needle, and the old man suddenly hung his head like a deflated ball, hanging his whole body weakly on the guardrail.

"How's that? Can you talk about it now?"

Zheng Xiaoliu took out the cloth ball in the old man's mouth, pulled the old man's hair, and pulled the old man's head up.

The old man clenched his teeth, opened his eyes a little slit, and after glancing at Zheng Xiaoliu weakly, he closed them again.

"Hehe! Okay, good, good, I'll see how long you can endure it!"

Zheng Xiaoliu's laughter carried a hint of urgency, and after a few clicks of his head, he stuffed the cloth ball into the old man's mouth. Then take off the shoes of the old man's right foot, pinch the silver needle and quickly pierce a certain acupuncture point on the sole of the old man's foot.

"Heh......"

The old man's body stiffened for half a second, and then, hysterical laughter erupted in his throat, and his waist slowly bent down, and his stomach twitched and shook.

The endless smile was suppressed in the throat by the cloth, and the old man kept stretching his neck, seeking to be released.

Looking at the old man's smiling face, which was full of fear, Luo Chen turned his head and looked at Zheng Xiaoliu with some surprise, he didn't expect that there would be such a means under this resolute face.