Old Song was very angry now, he didn't like people talking to him like this, especially he didn't like people who were fake and tigers talking to him like this. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

Lao Song also knew very well that anger without strength was meaningless, but now, he felt that he was qualified to be angry.

Being able to be angry is a symbol of a person's strength and status. Only those with strength and status dare to be angry. And the groveling people don't even have the qualifications to be angry at all, and they only have that kind of unchanging smile on their faces, a kind of flattery that has been completely numb.

Now, anger is also a symbol of Lao Song's strength, at least he doesn't have to grovel in front of these nine people and pretend to be smiling, but anger can stimulate the explosion of his strength.

He also did not forget what he had just said: "If a fight cannot be avoided, we must strike first." ”

So, he suddenly waved his hand back and said loudly: "Since these people are not Lingnan Jiutu at all, what are we waiting for? Show your guys, one by one, and slaughter them." ”

So, Ah Huang, Ah Kong and the other eight people immediately screamed, and rushed out with the black butcher knife in their hands.

Over the years, these eight people and Lao Song have all been born and died together, and have completed countless tasks assigned by Lu Jingtang, the leader of the Six Flowers Gang.

There is already a good tacit understanding between them.

The tacit understanding is so tacit that it doesn't need any words at all, and it can be perfectly matched.

Now, without speaking, they have silently selected their respective opponents in their hearts.

Although they did not speak or communicate, with this tacit cooperation they have had over the years, they believed that the opponents selected by the eight people on their side would never be confused.

They were ready to take one against the other, and then, with the speed of their vaunted shots, they would cut off the opponent's head with a single sword.

They also believe in the truth that "the world's martial arts are only fast and unbreakable".

This is an eternal truth.

So, they're sprinting so fast right now that you wouldn't believe anyone else in the world could run at that speed.

Because it's not human speed at all.

They are very confident, and now they are definitely a few points faster than the fastest cheetah.

They all believed that the knife that came out of their hands would never be slower than the speed at which they ran.

Ah Kong, Ah Huang and the other eight people ran almost as fast, and even their postures of raising their knives were almost identical.

These eight people, who have been through a hundred battles, have completely mastered the killing technique that allows them to exert their own strength to the extreme.

The wind is blowing!

These eight people are faster than the wind!

Finely crushed snow grains were blowing in the wind under their feet.

The eight ugly men in dark maroon linen didn't even move.

From the moment they stood in this place, they did not move at all.

The eight Mai men stood silently in the snow without making any sound or action, as if they had all been frozen to death in the bitter cold wind.

In the blink of an eye, eight people from the Six Flowers Gang could rush to the side of these eight Mai people.

Now, in the blink of an eye, they had rushed to Mai's side.

The eight Mai men hadn't moved yet.

They stand where they should stand.

Everyone stands in exactly the same position.

Everyone's posture of holding the knife is also exactly the same.

Just when Ah Huang, Ah Kong and others had just come to the side of the eight Mai people, and before the butcher knife in their hands could be chopped down, the eight Mai men also suddenly rushed forward.

Finely crushed snow particles were splashing under their feet.

The knives in their hands had also been lifted in an instant.

All of them also move almost exactly in unison.

At this time, Lao Song was staring at the big fat man, and the big fat man was also staring at Lao Song.

The big fat man was waiting for Lao Song's shot.

Old Song was waiting for his eight companions to succeed in a single blow.

Lao Song waited for a "poof" sound.

It's a very strange sound.

No one can describe what kind of sound it is.

It's just a bit like the sound of stabbing a pig's urine with a knife.

Old Song hoped that this kind of voice came from the bodies of the eight Mai people. However, he was not entirely sure.

Before the butcher's knives in the hands of Ah Huang, Ah Kong and the other eight people could be chopped, the eight Mai people suddenly rushed forward, and the knives in their hands were immediately lifted.

The shoulders of the eight Mai men slammed into the enemy's chest, and their knives pierced the enemy's abdomen almost simultaneously.

All the movements of these eight people are almost identical, as if these people have practiced countless times for this murderous action.

These eight people, who have been through a hundred battles, have completely mastered the killing technique that allows them to exert their own strength to the extreme.

So, Lao Song only heard a "poof" sound. But this "poof" sound is so loud that it is as if someone has stabbed eight people to death with a single knife.

Now, while no one stabbed eight people to death at the same time with one knife, eight people stabbed eight people to death at the same time with eight knives.

The eight members of the Six Flowers Gang fell immediately.

The eight Mai men had already stood back where they had stood, as if they hadn't moved the whole time.

In this instant alone, eight people fell at the same time.

As soon as Lao Song heard this "poof" sound, he immediately turned his head, and then saw his eight companions fall.

Old Song's gaze immediately became dim.

Old Song was completely stunned, he didn't know how his companion had fallen.

He also didn't believe that his companion would fall so quickly, as if there had never been such a war in this place.

Old Song stared at his eight companions who were already lying on the ground for a long time.

He couldn't imagine that in this world, there was such a fast shot and such a fast knife.

There is a kind of fear that cannot be pretended, and now Lao Song's eyes are full of such fear.

At this time, the big fat man suddenly laughed strangely: "Look! They only need a knife to kill people." ”

Lao Song finally came back to his senses and nodded to the big fat man, which was regarded as agreeing.

The big fat man said, "I can tell you that if I want to kill you, I only need a knife!"

Lao Song didn't know, because he hadn't tried it, and he didn't want to try it at all.

He just nodded.

After a long time, Lao Song finally asked, "Who are you?"

The big fat man didn't answer his flower, but suddenly asked, "What kind of animal do you think I look like?"

Old Song stared at the big fat man in surprise, and he looked at it for a long time before he said, "You look like a big turtle." ”

He had thought that the big fat man would be very angry.

Lao Song is no longer afraid of him being angry. He felt that it was not necessary for a person to curry favor with the enemy who killed his brother, much less with an enemy who had to put him to death.

However, the big fat man was not angry.

He laughed instead, and he laughed for a long time before he said slowly, "You're absolutely right, many people say that I look like a big turtle." So, my name is Turtle. ”

Lao Song was listening, and at this time he asked, "Then can you tell me which unit you belong to?"

The turtle smiled, "For someone who can keep a complete secret, I really can't help but want to tell you something." ”

As soon as Lao Song heard this, he immediately looked a little fluttering. After all, there are still people in this world who can see at a glance that he is a person who can keep secrets.

However, the turtle continued: "A dead man must not be able to tell the secrets of others. ”