When Ding Linglin was crying loudly, the city patrol soldier Ding had already arrived. The little colonel headed by the pen ~ fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info waved the waist knife in his hand, and the city patrol soldiers immediately surrounded Jing Wuming and Ding Linglin.

The junior colonel held a waist knife in his hand, pointed at Jing Wusheng, and shouted: "Bold murderer! If you don't put down the weapon in your hand, you will be captured."

The four archers among the city patrol soldiers had already drawn their hard bows. The cluster of arrows with cold light pointed directly at Jing Wusheng.

Ding Linglin was furious, got out of Jing Wusheng's arms, frowned, and was about to snort, one of the two six-door people who followed Ding Linglin, after whispering a few words in the little colonel's ear, the little colonel's face suddenly changed greatly.

Xiao Xiao stared at Jing Wusheng in disbelief, and when he was hesitating, a middle-aged man with an iron gun walked out of the crowd, holding an object in his hand, and whispered to Xiao Xiao.

Xiao Xiao immediately bowed to the middle-aged man, and then waved his hand, and the four archers put away their longbows, and together with the other city patrol soldiers surrounding Jing Wuming and Ding Linglin, they scattered and began to drive the crowd of onlookers into the distance.

The middle-aged man took the thing back into his arms, then took off the iron gun from his back, held it in his hand, walked to the distance in front of Jing Wuming and Ding Linglin, and said to Jing Wuming: "I'm sorry!"

The middle-aged man had just finished saying "I'm sorry" to Jing Wuming, and a monk with a sincere face clasped his hands together and said, "I'm sorry!"

As soon as the monk finished saying "I'm sorry", an old man with fairy wind and bones held a whisk in his hand and said to Jing Wuming: "Please forgive me!"

The city patrol soldiers had clearly blocked all the people watching the excitement from the circle, but the monk and the old man walked into the circle like this, as if there was no one in front of them to stop them.

Ding Linglin couldn't help but be slightly stunned when she saw that these three people apologized as soon as they stepped forward.

Immediately, Ding Linglin exclaimed: "I know you......!

Before Ding Linglin's words fell, the middle-aged man opened his mouth and said a word to Jing Wuming. After the middle-aged man finished speaking, the monk with a sincere face also said a word to Jing Wuming. After the monk finished speaking, the old man of the fairy wind Dao bone also said a word to Jing Wuming.

As soon as the middle-aged man's words came out, Ding Linglin's face immediately changed and became pale. When the monk's words came out, Ding Linglin's face changed more and more, and became pale. After the old man finished speaking, Ding Linglin's face changed again, and his face had become full of anger.

All three of them spoke softly and unpleasantly. It's like a few old friends who have been reunited for a long time have made a pot of fragrant tea, and are sipping tea while whispering.

The crowd was stopped outside, but they kept whispering, exchanging ears, or pointing.

One hundred and ten mosquitoes gathered together and buzzed, and the sound was not small. When a hundred and ten people gathered together and whispered, the voices became even louder.

Therefore, not many people heard the words of these three people. But the faces of those in the crowd who heard these words changed. There were a few people, and they immediately turned around and left. Looking at their figures, they are clearly people in the rivers and lakes, and their skills are not bad.

Jing Wuming's face also sank slightly, and changed.

There aren't many things that can make him change his face anymore.

When he saw Ye Kai's six-handled flying knife, his face did not change.

After looking at the wounds on the corpses, his face did not change.

When he had just killed twenty-three killers in a row, his face had not changed.

When the patrolmen surrounded him and pointed four long arrows at him, his face did not change.

When the middle-aged man, the monk, and the old man appeared, his face did not change.

Even when Ding Linglin threw himself into his arms, his face still didn't change. He just stiffened.

But the words of these three people made his face change. Although it has become very little, it has changed eventually.

He also understood why the three of them were saying "I'm sorry", "I'm sorry" and "I beg your pardon" to him.

They are killers.

If they only came to kill him, they were just doing their duty as killers, taking people's money and eliminating disasters for others. But after they said this, they did more than they did as killers.

Because they knew that as soon as these few words were spoken, they and Jing Wuming would never die. Even if they didn't make a move on Jing Wuming today, Jing Wuming would have killed them. Heaven and earth, Jing Wusheng will kill them.

Moreover, if they didn't apologize, Jing Wuming would not only kill them, but probably kill many more people. Because, just after they said those few words, Jing Wusheng's body finally revealed his killing intent.

The three of them are not only killers, but also have other public identities. Jing Wuming knew who they were who they were. They couldn't let Jing Wuming go to the person behind their public identity.

So, they apologize first.

Ding Linglin was shocked and angry, and in the clanging sound, the life-killing golden bell had already shot with all his strength, attacking the middle-aged man, the monk and the old man respectively.

This is the first time Ding Linglin has really made a move in recent years. It is also the first time since her debut that she has made such a heavy hand.

Angry shots.

As soon as you make a move, it's a nirvana.

Each golden bell refers to the death hole of the three people opposite.

She's going to kill them!

She knew that with the martial arts of the three people opposite, if she faced any of them and fought with all her might, she would be able to fight with the other party. But if she faced the three of them at the same time, she didn't even have the slightest hope.

Although her martial arts foundation is excellent and her talent is extremely high, her martial arts have not made much progress in the past few years. Martial arts training has never been her favorite thing. After being with Xiao Ye, she didn't like to practice martial arts even more. With Xiao Ye, do you still need to practice martial arts by yourself?

In recent years, her favorite thing to do is learn to cook.

If you want to keep a man's heart, you must first keep a man's stomach. Although she doesn't need to keep Xiaoye's stomach to keep his heart, she wants to cook for him. In the future, she will also have to cook for their children.

Therefore, in addition to occasionally embroidering mandarin ducks like big geese, and practicing for her future wedding dresses, she spent most of her time learning to cook.

But she had to make a move today. When these three people said those few words, she had to make a move.

She couldn't wait for Jing Wusheng to make a move. If Jing Wuxian made a move, she wouldn't have a chance to kill any of them with her own hands.

Jing Wuming sighed softly, raised the sword in his hand slightly, and all the golden bells sent out by Ding Linglin flew back.

What was originally worn on her wrists returned to her wrists. What was originally worn on her ankle returned to her ankle. What was originally on her head returned to her head. What was hanging on her waist returned to her waist.

It was as if the golden bells had never left her.

Ding Linglin said angrily: "You ......!"

Jing Wufu sighed again and said, "You can't kill. You've got to wait for someone. ”

As he spoke, Jing Wuming had already walked up and drew his sword.

Out of the three swords.

For the middle-aged man, the monk and the old man, each of them only had a sword.

The middle-aged man holding the iron gun shouted loudly, and the iron gun in his hand danced with ten thousand spear flowers, covering Jing Wuming's sword and Jing Wulife's whole body.

This shot, which condensed the essence, qi, and spirit of the middle-aged man's whole body, was the strongest shot he had ever made so far. He can't afford to be careless. Because, Jing Wuming's name is too loud, especially in the killer industry. After he said that sentence, any trace of underestimation of the enemy was an insult to Jing Wusheng, and it might attract his monstrous anger.

For this shot, he went to bed very early last night, and this morning he only ate seven minutes full. When he got up in the morning, he also deliberately practiced his marksmanship three times to adjust his body to the best state.

The monk with a sincere face pronounced a Buddha name in his mouth, and his palms came out together.

His left palm, emitting a brilliant golden light, swept directly towards Jing Wusheng's sword. His right palm was as fast as thunder, but it disappeared without a trace, hitting Jing Wusheng's chest.

The left palm of the monk shines with the light of the Buddha. As soon as the Buddha's light came out, the gods and demons were cleared. The monk's right palm is the palm of the small Tianshan Mountain. Out of the Tianshan Mountains, all the sounds are silent.

The old man holding the dust whisk recited the sentence "Immeasurable Heavenly Venerable", and the dust whisk in his hand exploded violently, like a huge white flower in full bloom, blooming towards Jing Wusheng's sword and people.

What the old man held in his hand was a whisk of dust, but what he used was one of the most authentic and sharp Taoist swordsmanship, asking for swordsmanship. The sage asked, and the flowers bloomed in the nine heavens.

The iron spear met the sword. Gun cracks. People die.

Jing Wusheng's sword not only split the iron spear in the middle-aged man's hand, but also split the middle-aged man's body.

The middle-aged man said "I'm sorry" to Jing Wusheng again, and his whole body was strangely split in half. Neat halves.

The palms met the sword. Palm off. People die.

Jing Wuming's sword not only cut off the monk's palms, but also cut the monk's throat.

The monk said "sorry" to Jing Wuming again, and his head rolled to the ground. The cut on the neck was smooth and neat, but no blood spurted out. Jing Wuming's sword qi sealed his bloodline.

The dust caught up with the sword. Flower thanks. People die.

Jing Wusheng's sword pierced the flowers blooming in the old man's hands, and also stabbed the old man's vitality.

The old man said "Please forgive" to Jing Wuming again, and then fell to the sky. When he fell down, there was no wound visible on his body. Where Jing Wuming's sword pierced, no one saw. But when he fell to the ground, blood was pouring out of every part of his body.

The three jade killers of the Blood God Building.

Nine hundred thousand taels of gold.

Annihilation of the three swords.

They died without regrets.

Because, their tasks are accomplished. Their remuneration has already been paid to them by the Blood God Tower. Moreover, they also take other people's honorariums.

The three of them were never real killers. They came to make a move against Jing Wuming, and even more so to say those few words. Because it was impossible for the other killers to say those few words before Jing Wuming took out his sword. When others say it, no one will believe it.

They all bowed to Jing Wuming three times. Twice with their mouths. Once with their lives.

Moreover, they have all gone all out with their most powerful moves. They used the greatest sincerity of the killer to show their respect for a king.

Jing Wuming also made a heavy hand. Because of what they said, Jing Wuming dealt them a heavy hand that he had not done to anyone in a long time.

They knew that Jing Wuming would not anger others again.