As soon as the three killers of the baked cake stall shot, another group of killers also shot. Pen fun and pavilion www.biquge.info

The man selling sugar gourds shook his right arm slightly, and dozens of strings of sugar gourds all flew towards Jing Wuming, faster than the sharp arrows shot by the strong bow.

Almost at the same time, the man's left hand was on the stick of the sugar gourd string, and with a slight force with both hands, the stick broke in two and turned into two short spears. The man held a spear in each hand and attacked and killed Jing Wusheng.

The big girl who was bargaining with the merchant in front of the small jewelry stall screamed, swept her hands, and all the jewelry on the jewelry stall shot towards Jing Wusheng. The glittering jewelry is mixed with a large handful of swarthy bone-piercing nails.

The old couple who were supporting each other lifted the crutches in their hands at the same time and stabbed at Jing Wusheng. At the tip of the crutch, two shiny sword tips were exposed. The old couple made this move, and immediately used the authentic Wudang Liangyi swordsmanship.

The freckled young man who picked up the cabbage shook his shoulder, and a basket on his shoulder flew towards Jing Wudi. At the same time, the young man's feet kicked on the ground, jumped up suddenly, held the flat pole with both hands, and slashed Huashan with one stroke, and slashed at Jing Wusheng in the air.

At the same time that these people shot, three others also shot.

An old man who was wielding a kitchen knife, a middle-aged man who was in a hurry with a big mouth and a big mouth was bumping into Jing Wusheng because he had just secretly touched the ass of the little daughter-in-law in front of him, and a middle-aged man who was in a hurry with three pairs of Chinese medicine in his hands.

In this round, there were a total of eleven people. Eleven bronze killers of the Blood God Tower. The price of each person's sale is 50,000 taels of silver.

Five hundred and fifty thousand taels of silver. Shot at the same time.

Jing Wuming just stopped in front of the baked cake shop. He's not trying to stop and kill. How could these people possibly make him stop?

He's just telling them it's time to make a move. The murderous aura is already too strong.

Then he continued on his way.

By the time the eleven killers had struck, he had already taken a new step. When his third step fell, the last of the eleven killers fell to the ground completely. This person is the tallest, so it takes longer to fall to the ground.

Five hundred and fifty thousand taels of silver were gone. No matter who bought the murderer, his 550,000 taels of silver were gone.

Jing Wuming only took three steps. He didn't draw his sword. No one saw him draw his sword. No one, including the eleven killers, even saw him strike.

He's just an ordinary guy walking down the street. No one saw him kill.

Everything happened too fast.

The people on the street saw more than a dozen people fall to the ground, and they didn't even have time to react, Jing Wusheng had already fallen to the third step.

When Jing Wusheng's third step fell, the second round of attacks came.

The seven silver killers of the Blood God Building made a move. The price of each person's sale was 300,000 taels of silver.

They didn't shoot with the eleven bronze killers. How can a person with 300,000 taels shoot with a person with 50,000 taels?

So, after the last bronze killer fell to the ground, these seven people made a move. Shot at the same time.

Two million taels of silver. Shot at the same time.

Seven people. Eleven weapons.

An old man with a sixtieth armor makes a pine sword. A domineering middle-aged man who makes an overlord gun. A kind old lady makes plum blossoms. A big girl with a round face, making a meteor hammer. A shy young man makes the mandarin duck double knife. A lean man who makes a double thorn in the water. A dwarf dwarf who makes three short swords.

The power of 550,000 taels of silver is indeed not comparable to the power of 2,100,000 taels of silver.

As soon as these seven people made a move, they immediately sealed all the retreats in front of Jing Wusheng's body, behind him, on the left, on the right and above his body. Even on the ground, there was a dwarf wielding three swords, rolling away at Jing Wuming.

No matter which direction Jing Wuming dodged, there would be at least one weapon waiting for him in that direction. As soon as he parried, the slightest delay, weapons from several other directions would hit him.

These seven silver-medal killers did not expect to kill Jing Wusheng with a single blow. If Jing Wuming is so easy to kill, he is not Jing Wuming.

They just wanted to be able to hit it first. If you can hurt Jing Wusheng for the first time, you can hurt him a second time. If you are injured, it is always better to kill.

Jing Wuming didn't dodge.

He hadn't dodged in years.

He didn't have to dodge. Two million taels of silver was not enough for him to dodge.

He was continuing to walk forward. He still didn't draw his sword.

However, this time, someone finally saw it, and Jing Wuming seemed to move. His left hand seemed to move.

He had suffered an early injury to his left arm. Li Xunhuan was injured. He was also injured himself.

He moved like an old man, gently moving his stiff fingers.

It was this movement that the meteor hammer that the round-faced girl flew out, and the chain in the middle suddenly broke. The Meteor Hammer carried the sound of the wind and flew directly towards the old man who made the pine sword.

The old man was about to return his sword to resist, but found that he couldn't move. The meteor hammer hit the old man's head, and with a pop, it seemed to break a watermelon.

The dwarf with the short sword was the shortest, but he was the first to kill in front of Jing Wusheng.

Among the silver medal killers of the Blood God Building, this dwarf's body technique has always been the fastest. Even the gold medal killer in the Blood God Building, who is known for his physical skills, may not be much faster than this dwarf.

Moreover, when a person is under siege, he will generally pay attention to the weapons that kill him in three ways. For such a dwarf, people will always be less vigilant.

When the dwarf rolled in front of Jing Wusheng, two of the three short swords in his hand slashed at Jing Wusheng's hamstrings. The other swept towards Jing Wusheng's knees. This is his favorite and best attacking move. He likes to pick other people's hamstrings and chop off other people's knees. Because he hates masters who grow taller than him.

But as soon as his three short swords were stabbed, they were all gone.

Jing Wuming did not bend down. He's moving on. He just kicked a piece of **** stuck on the upper of his shoe like an ordinary person, and gently kicked it in front by the way.

With this kick, the dwarf not only lost the three short swords in his hand, but the whole person was also kicked out and flew towards the overlord spear stabbed by the domineering middle-aged man.

As soon as the overlord spear in the domineering middle-aged man's hand was half-pierced, the dwarf flew head-on.

The domineering middle-aged man gritted his teeth, and the overlord gun was about to continue to stab forward, but there was already an extra short sword on his chest. The domineering middle-aged man pounced forward and fell to the ground. The Overlord Spear in his hand also stabbed diagonally towards the ground in front of him.

The dwarf escaped death, and was about to reach out and ride on the overlord gun and leap out, but found that he couldn't move either. The moment the dwarf landed, the tip of the Overlord Gun stabbed down diagonally, piercing him through.

The three short swords that were kicked away in the dwarf's hand, in addition to one stabbing the domineering middle-aged, the other two also stabbed the big girl who made the meteor hammer and the lean man who stabbed the water.

It's all a stab to death.

When these five people fell to the ground, the shy young man who made the mandarin duck with two knives, for some reason, all slashed the kind old lady with the double knives in his hands, and almost cut off her head. And the old lady's plum blossom crutch swept the shy young man's left face at the same time, and half of his head collapsed.

Two million taels of silver were gone.

In this round, Jing Wusheng still did not kill anyone. At least, in the eyes of others.

Gnomes kill the most people. He flew out three swords and killed three people.

The big girl killed one. Her meteor hammer flies the fastest. Faster than the gnomes rolled. So she was the first to kill. She killed the old man who wielded the Loose Sword.

The domineering middle-aged killed one. He avenged himself by killing the dwarf who killed him.

The shy young man killed the old lady. The old lady also killed the shy young man. They will never complain again in this life.

At this point, Jing Wuming took three more steps forward.

From the beginning of the first round of attacks to now, he has taken a total of six steps.

Six steps. Kill eighteen people. Three kills in one step.

He just moved the fingers of his left hand slightly. By the way, I lifted my foot.

At the end of the second round of killings, seven people fell to the ground, and people in the vicinity of the street had begun to panic. Still, no one exclaimed out loud. Because, no one saw the real fight.

No one knows where the murderer is. There are many people who are walking on their own like Jing Wuming.

Most of the people in the Jingshi are somewhat knowledgeable. They know that when this happens, they can't shout. Because, the murderer may be mixed in the crowd, or even by his side. If you shout and scream and disturb the murderer, you may be killed.

At this time, Jing Wuming was still a hundred steps away from Ding Linglin.

Ding Linglin didn't notice anything unusual about Jing Wuming's place.

There are too many people on Jing Wuming's side. Too noisy. Moreover, Ding Linglin was about to launch a sudden attack and find out the people who followed him. All her attention was on the subjects she suspected.

She had no time for anything else.

If it weren't for someone screaming out loud.

Jing Wuming's shot was fast, and he was very accurate. He calculated that when the eighteen killers fell to the ground, they didn't have time to make a sound.

He knew that there were eight more killers. Among these eight killers, there are three real masters. There is no murderous aura on the bodies of these three masters. Yes, just a little killing intent. One of them should have seen his shot just now. The killing intent on that person's body was a little more restrained.

Jing Wuming didn't want to cause too much movement. At least, before Ding Linglin found out, he didn't want to cause too much trouble.

He knew Ding Linglin's temperament. If she saw him, she would definitely put down what she was about to do and rush over at the first opportunity.

In the middle of the city, if Ding Linglin rushed over, there were three killers like that, and he couldn't guarantee that he wouldn't hurt the innocent.

But Jing Wuming miscalculated one person.

He miscalculated the dwarf.