The remaining eleven Taibao in Lianguan never thought that Tang Luo's condition was to let them kill each other, and the Taibao began to be silent and quietly separated from the "brothers" around them.

"What are you doing!" The young man who turned to the ground said in disbelief: "When the Thirteen Taibao of Lianguan worshipped, didn't they make an oath to share blessings and hardships, and everyone stood shoulder to shoulder to kill this wicked man!

No one answered, there was only a deathly silence in the tavern, the gap between the cowering appearance of the Taibao and the heroic spirit of the once heroic and dry clouds was too great, and the young man only felt that the world was spinning for a while, and he couldn't figure out why his brothers had become like this.

There was sadness, anger, and more powerlessness in his eyes, and then he saw Brother Wu standing up, facing him.

"Brother Wu is really different from others!"

The young man only felt a warmth in his heart, and raised his voice: "Brother Wu, even if you and my brother die here today, we will never let this wicked person look down on our Lianguan Thirteen Taibao!"

After saying that, he turned his head and said viciously towards Tang Luo: "You want us to kill each other and be your Spring and Autumn Great..."

Before the word "dream" could be spoken, the middle-aged man with a sallow face had already pulled out a wrist blade from his sleeve and gently waved it down when the young man said cruel words to Tang Luo.

The cold light flashed, and a wound appeared on the young man's body, extending from his right shoulder to his left ribs, and hot blood gushed out, taking away the warmth in the young man's body.

The young man lowered his head, looked at the bleeding wound, turned his head in confusion, and looked at the man called "Brother Wu" for an explanation, but what caught his eye was a kick that went straight to the heart and lungs.

"Bang. Smack!"

The young man was kicked by a sallow middle-aged man to the wall in the distance, and he didn't know whether he was alive or dead.

And this also indicates that the fight of the thirteen Taibao of Lianguan has officially kicked off.

The Taibao took out their weapons and fought together, everyone did their best to survive, and their main target was this middle-aged man called "Brother Wu".

It can be seen that this sallow-faced man should be the leader of the Thirteen Taibao, not only the oldest, but also the highest cultivation.

What is even more amazing is his wrist blade technique, this short blade held in his hand, also called a hidden blade.

Aside from assassins and killers, very few people will consider this weapon as their major, because it is clear that this weapon will not be more lethal than a kitchen knife in the battle of chariots and horses.

The short sword hidden in the sleeve is almost not good enough to be hidden enough to facilitate sneak attacks, and when it comes to real power, it is even better to point at the tiger and stab at it.

It stands to reason that such an unpopular weapon, even if it is very rare in the sect holy land, but Brother Wu's technique is extraordinary.

Even in the face of the siege of two or three people, he also looks like he is advancing and retreating, every time the wrist blade is crossed, he can pick up a person's meridians and blood vessels, even in the face of some attacks that cannot be avoided, he will also adopt a fierce fight of exchanging injuries for injuries.

Under Brother Wu's wrist, the men he called "brothers" died one by one, and at this moment, Brother Wu still looked like a slave who had just groveled, and his ruthless appearance was like the most cold-blooded killer.

This kind of calmness and trade-off between life and death is by no means something that can be figured out by oneself just by picking up a secret book, this level of use must be systematically trained, and that person should be a killer or a dead man who is proficient in wrist blades.

"It's kind of interesting. ”

Tang Luo propped his hands on the table, and watched Brother Wu kill all directions, the result of this battle was actually set from the beginning, after all, compared to these other opponents who were still using human-level spiritual skills, Brother Wu used the real yellow-level high-grade wrist blade technique, and a set of yellow-level body techniques, so that they could lose, which is strange.

As the casualties grew, the remaining Taibao were emotionally broken and ready to start fleeing, but they didn't understand that facing a cold-blooded killer with their backs was the most dangerous thing in the world.

"My lord, your request, the villain has already done it. ”

"Well, well done. Tang Luo nodded, stretched out his finger and pointed at the young Taibao who didn't know life and death on the wall, and chuckled: "It's just that I'm curious, why didn't you cut his neck with the first blow of your wrist blade, and kicked him away in one more move, if you save this time, according to your killing efficiency, you shouldn't be so seriously injured." ”

The middle-aged man with a sallow face smiled bitterly: "I can't hide anything from adults." ”

After saying this, the man took a deep breath, slammed his head on the ground and said: "My lord, you said that only one living person is allowed in the Thirteen Taibao, and now the villain has killed the rest of the people, if the villain kills himself, can the adult let him go?"

"Oh?" Tang Luo crossed his fingers and said curiously, "Are you going to give up the opportunity you desperately won to that kid?"

As he spoke, Brother Wu put his wrist blade on his neck, glanced at the young man who fell in the corner with great nostalgia, and then looked at Tang Luo with a firm gaze, his eyes full of pleading.

"It's kind of interesting. ”

Tang Luo smiled: "It's not impossible, if you answer me a few questions, I will agree to this condition, how about it?"

"My lord, excuse me!"

"Are you a killer, or a wind medium?"

"The small one is the killer, and it's also the wind medium. ”

"Then this clever wrist blade technique also makes sense. Alright, you die. ”

"Thank you, sir!"

Brother Wu's face was happy, and with a stroke of his wrist, he opened a big hole in his neck, blood gushed out, the man gradually weakened, his body was cold, and those forgotten past events suddenly appeared in his eyes.

There is a lotus village on the edge of Lianguan City, named after the lotus pond in the center of the village, more than ten years ago, there was a loser in Lotus Village, and he lost his house and land overnight, and he also borrowed usury from the gang, because he was shameless to face his parents, and he was afraid of the gang to collect debts.

The prodigal son left his elderly parents and pregnant wife in the village, and escaped from the Lotus Pass by night.

The ruined son who broke into the catastrophe did not dare to look back, remembering that a friend's letter said that he was panning for gold in the north, and that he was lucky enough to have hundreds of gold grains in one day.

With his memory, he found the mine where his friend was, and thought it was a chance to turn over, but he came to the real hell.

It turned out that this gold mine belonged to the strong people of the Beibi family, because the mountains and mountains in the north were vast and sparsely populated, and the mortality rate of the miners was extremely high, and the slaves who bought them died of exhaustion in the mountains within a few months, so the mine owner started the idea of robbing the road and abducting them.