Xia Ren's expression was indifferent, and his words were light and light.

But Tiger Forty-One slammed his fist on the wooden table, "Grass!" he snorted coldly, in his opinion, the senior brother was really too amnesiac, the tiger was the king of beasts, and his majesty could not be violated.

The next moment, without thinking about it, his left hand reached out to his waist like lightning and touched the strange metal tile.

The white breath on his fingers surged, and the metal tiles trembled at a high frequency, making a rapid, low, and sharp sound.

My brother has amnesia, but I haven't had amnesia yet!

In these rivers and lakes, who dares to touch the tiger whiskers of my disciples of Tiger Mountain Villa?

It's just death!

In just half a breath, the gray wind swam out of his fingertips, screaming in the air, with a cold and fierce aura, like a strange beast wrapped in billowing smoke, sweeping through the air.

Gray Wind first passed through the neck of the girl in the pink skirt, then through the head of the young man in the white shirt who was about to go out, and then through the middle-aged man in the black shirt who had only had time to turn around.

The middle-aged man was able to unsheath his long sword, and he was pounced on by the fierce beast and broke his head directly.

The metal tile paused at the end, then hurried back to the tiger's forty-hand hand.

The short-haired man in the yellow shirt had a long smile on the corner of his mouth, slightly hooking up a trace of disdain and indifference, and then patted the metal tile and inserted it back into his waist with a big grin.

"Senior brother, eat wine and drink!" he respectfully picked up the jade porcelain wine pot on the wooden table and poured another glass of wine for the elegant middle-aged man opposite.

Bo Bo Bo!

There were three explosions, and three headless corpses fell on top of the inn lobby.

There was silence all around.

The iron law of the Mo Sword Society, no killing is allowed in Shanliang City!

And these two people turned out to be broken.

In an instant, the spectators who were originally sitting in the lobby, or the diners, hurriedly got up and quietly walked out of the door, and when they reached the door, they ran out quickly.

A faint voice came from outside the door, "Quick, go and inform the adults of the Mo Shang Sword Society, here... Killed!"

"That's the son of the Zhang family, and Miss Jin Wei of the Tian family!" Obviously, someone knows these two young girls with remarkable backgrounds.

"Outsiders don't understand the rules and are bold!"

"Mo Shang Sword Society, the Tian family will teach them to be human beings. ”

"Quick, go!" the fierce man in yellow glared at him. ”

The crowd dispersed.

The inn was silent and only the two of them were drinking.

"The retribution is the door rule set by the owner of my village, and the senior brother should not be surprised. The short-haired man in the yellow shirt smiled and clinked glasses with the elegant middle-aged man in front of him, and then drank the sake down.

Xia Ren smiled: "Thanks to you when you came, you told me so many detailed plans, I thought you were a very patient person." ”

"Like you, how should those plans be implemented? I'm afraid that I will startle the snake at the first step?" He suddenly felt that the tiger forty-one in front of him was really a wonderful person, so he poured each other a glass of wine and said, "It's done." ”

Tiger Forty-One didn't shirk it, laughed, took a pot of sake that hadn't been opened directly from the next table, and drank it with his head up.

When the wine ran out, he threw the pot away at will, and said lightly: "I've slept and drunk, why don't you do it tonight?"

And Xia Ren was about to speak, but there was a sound of footsteps outside the door.

Several swordsmen wearing bright yellow sword club robes rushed in, and then separated to the two sides, surrounding the two people who were drinking, but none of them spoke.

In front of the door, the two suddenly bowed their heads and parted, and stepped into a man in a vermilion robe, his face was like purple jade, and he was equipped with a slender sword at his waist.

"Take it!" he didn't say much, there was really nothing to say in the face of such a thug who didn't follow the rules.

As soon as the words fell, the six swordsmen on both sides drew their swords at the same time, and the sword light stabbed towards the center from six directions like six flashes of silver light.

This sword was not an attack on the throat, head, heart, etc., they needed to stab the two men, then grab them, and bring them back to the door to shoot.

At that time, it will be directly handed over to the people of the Tian family to be disposed of by them, which can be regarded as an explanation.

It's just that the national teacher of the Sichuan Wangfu has arrived, and it is really a shame that such a thing will happen on the eve of tomorrow's sermon.

"Pick off the tendons and tendons. The man in the red robe said coldly.

Call...

In the red light of the lantern, a gray wind whimpered and pierced the air, and wherever it swept by, the sword-wielding swordsman came to a standstill.

And this gray wind had already swept in front of the vermilion-robed swordsman.

A terrifying killing intent emanated from the wind, the face of the man in the red robe changed drastically, the purple qi on his face surged, his body retreated slightly, his waist leaned back slightly, and an iron plate bridge avoided the whistling gray wind.

Only then did he see that it was just a simple metal tile, but the tile trembled violently, emitting a mixed low scream, and each tremor would emit a trace of pale aura, making it impossible to see the tile.

After the whistling passed, it suddenly turned back again.

The swordsman in the vermilion robe hurriedly drew his sword and turned around to block, his sword speed was very fast, and the sword body was full of purple qi.

Although he majored in Haoran Mind on weekdays, he had also received guidance from that grandmaster in swordsmanship, so he was confident that if he wanted to, he could also rank in the position of swordsman.

Twisted his waist, drew his sword, and handed out his most proud and skillful sword move.

While!

There was a crunch of metal clashes.

"Blocked!" The swordsman's eyes lit up, but then the pupils became panicked again, and the tile was actually like a conscious beast, after hitting the sword, it directly attached to the long sword and circled half a small arc, the speed of the wind did not decrease, and the stabbing sound passed through the forehead of the swordsman in the scarlet robe.

Bo Bo Bo!

A few soft sounds, and the smell of blood in the inn lobby, added seven more headless corpses.

Tiger Forty-One took the gray metal tile, and the white gas on the tile dissipated, but it didn't drip blood.

He casually put his hand back on his waist, feeling the blood around him.

"The strength is increasing little by little!" The murderous aura in the small squint eyes of the short-haired man in yellow is getting stronger and stronger, this is the effect of the first layer of the high-level bloodthirsty of the curse scripture, and the more you kill, the stronger you get.

"Senior brother, let's just sit firmly here in Diaoyutai! When there are more and more people, the more we kill, the stronger we will become, although it is only short-lived, but this increase still has a great effect. Tiger Forty-One suggested.

Xia Ren didn't speak, the smell of blood around him was not too comfortable, usually this kind of blood mist was handled by Oh Qiao, and he didn't know where his thirteenth aunt was at this time.

After a while, Tiger Forty-One solved several more batches of visitors.

At this moment, Xia Ren saw from the window that a black-robed man was waving to him on the other side of the stream, as if to indicate that she had arrived.

Now that the converter has arrived, there's nothing to wait for.

Xia Ren got up directly, patted the shoulder of the short-haired man in yellow in front of him and said, "Let's go, don't sit, senior brother will take you to push it flat." ”