Just when the hundreds of bright knives flew towards Nie Changliu, more than a dozen Jianghu men rushed towards Gu Qingci with their knives, splashing layer by layer.

The corners of Nie Changliu's mouth hooked, revealing a mocking smile, and then shook the blood-red long knife slightly, and the blade suddenly let out a buzzing sound, vibrating at an extremely terrifying high speed, shaking some blood beads on the knife body and turning into blood mist.

The rain kept falling, flowing down the tiles of the eaves, Nie Changliu stretched out his hand, feeling the knives flying around, he flipped his wrist, the blood-red blade turned into a white light, and cut off the two front knives with great precision, and then turned around quickly, slashed out, and then kept chopping, in the middle of the street, it seemed to be frozen for a moment, more than a dozen Nie Changliu more than a dozen directions, maintaining the same posture of chopping knives, and the blades were also frozen in the rain in the air.

Maybe it's because Nie Changliu wants to really feel his fighting consciousness, from beginning to end, he has always suppressed his true qi, and he hasn't leaked it at all, just like a worldly martial artist, fighting completely with combat experience and ** strength.

There was a sound of "clanging and clanging" in the street, and all the throwing knives that were frozen in the air fell to the ground one after another, without exception, smashing on the rain-soaked ground with a muffled sound.

In everyone's shocked faces, Nie Changliu tilted his head, raised his long knife and threw it out, the blood-red sound disappeared, turned into a looming red thread tearing the rain curtain, and flew out, flying towards the group of people who pounced on Gu Qingci.

That knife, without any technical content, just threw it casually, the blade was directed, and those disturbing raindrops seemed to be hanging in the rainy night were pierced, between the lightning and flint, a knife was inserted into the head of the person in front, and flew out directly with a corpse for two or three battles, inserted into a pillar, shook for a moment, and then made no sound.

At the same time, a faint black shadow passed, and the blood-red knife on the pillar was held in Nie Changliu's hand, just for a moment, his figure disappeared, only to see several blood-red lights and shadows appear in the night, more than a dozen people froze, maintaining the posture of raising the knife and rushing forward, but all stopped in front of the eaves, motionless.

The night breeze blew, and there was a trace of mist, which fell on Gu Qingci's face, and he still maintained the same movement, smiling, and didn't move at all, even if there were more than a dozen people rushing over with knives in front of him.

When that moment was frozen, he said softly: "The sword technique is a lot faster, and it is much simpler, and it has made a lot of progress!"

As soon as the words fell, there was a sudden "poof", and the corpse that had been nailed to the pillar before fell to the ground, and at the same time, the dozen or so people who rushed to the eaves fell to the ground at the same time, and the blood instantly stained the street, which was still bright red in this dark night.

Someone appeared in the street with a blood-red long knife and said lightly: "You said that you have progressed, that is progress!"

The head of the Yuan family turned pale, from Nie Changliu breaking through the flying knife array to throwing a knife and then killing someone, and then appearing, but in a few breaths, when he saw Nie Changliu walking over with a knife again, he was completely dominated by fear, and pointed at Nie Changliu as if he was crazy and said, "You ...... Who the hell are you, and how can you ...... How is that possible!"

I am afraid that there are no less than two hundred corpses on the street, and there are many injured and wailing on the ground, and there are many more people who are already running away frantically at this time, Nie Changliu did not chase after him, he has almost killed it, not to mention, two or three hundred people escaped, and he can't chase them one by one.

However, he has never forgotten this head of the Yuan family.

The rain was falling desperately, and the head of the Yuan family was already soaked, and he looked at Nie Changliu coming over in a daze, every step seemed to fall on his heart, and when Nie Changliu was only three feet away from the head of the Yuan family, he stopped.

At that pause, the head of the Yuan family trembled, an invisible oppression fell from the sky, his legs were weak, and he fell to the ground, this is a murderous crush, but also the oppression of momentum, he wanted to beg for mercy, but found that he couldn't open his mouth at all.

Nie Changliu looked down at the head of the Yuan family who was kneeling on the ground, and said, "You are the head of the Yuan family?"

"Yes!"

The rain ran down his hair and into his mouth.

Nie Changliu continued to ask, "Why did you send someone to kill us?"

The head of the Yuan family suddenly raised his head, his eyes were full of hatred, and he roared angrily: "You killed my son, why do you say I should kill you!"

Nie Changliu frowned and said, "The first time I came to the Black Domain, when did I kill your son?"

"It should be the fool who was going to snatch your knife two days ago," Gu Qingci walked over slowly with an umbrella and said, "I suddenly remembered that when you killed that scrap material, he seemed to say what kind of son he was of the Yuan family, but neither of us took it to heart." ”

Two days ago, when Nie Changliu and Gu Qingci had not yet arrived in Broken Leaf County, they had a conflict with someone in an inn and showed this blood red treasure knife, which happened to be seen by a son-in-law, and asked Nie Changliu to present the knife to him with a very tough attitude, saying that he could give Nie Changliu a chance to follow him, and that son-in-law brother was directly slapped by Nie Changliu, and then there was a conflict, and he was hacked to death by Nie Changliu.

Now that Gu Qingci mentioned it, Nie Changliu thought about it, nodded, and said, "This is an unsolvable grudge?"

Gu Qingci agreed: "Can't!"

Nie Changliu raised his knife and said, "Then kill it, you have no opinion!"

"No comment!"

............

"Slow down!"

A shout suddenly sounded at the corner of the street, and a middle-aged man in a Taoist robe walked over slowly.

However, Nie Changliu ignored it, and directly slashed down, seeing that it was about to hit the head of the Yuan family, a flying sword flew directly over, heading towards Nie Changliu's face.

This sword, breaking through the air, penetrating pieces of water like glass, with a wisp of true qi, rolled with a gust of wind and rain, the momentum is extraordinary, Nie Changliu hurriedly raised the knife, the blade blocked the tip of the sword, and a collision made a deafening crisp sound.

The long sword flew back, and the middle-aged man in the Taoist robe suddenly arrived, holding the hilt of the sword, and now opposite Nie Changliu, he just glanced at Gu Qingci slightly, and then said: "Immeasurable Tianzun, this young man, you have to be forgiving and forgiving, why don't you stop this matter?"

Nie Changliu showed a mocking smile on his face and said, "Why do you just say forget it, when hundreds of them came to kill me just now, why didn't you stand up and stop it?"

The middle-aged Taoist said indifferently: "The head of the Yuan family is avenging his son, there is a reason for it, and you have killed so many people now, you should be relieved, why bother to kill so many evils, since the head of the Yuan family failed to take revenge, you are also angry, and the poor Dao hopes to stop!"

Nie Changliu slowly turned his head, looked at Gu Qingci, and said, "This old guy is really angry, I want to kill him!"