Based on Jing Wu's calculations, the overlord spear that stabbed down diagonally would definitely be able to stab that dwarf to death in the first place and block all his voices. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

But Jing Wuming didn't know that the dwarf's clothes were also wearing a small piece of soft armor. Tiny soft nails made from fine crocodile skin.

If the other seventeen killers were wearing soft armor, Jing Wusheng would definitely be able to see it. People who wear soft armor will always have some awkwardness in their shots.

But Jing Wuming has not seen many dwarfs. He has seen even fewer masters among the gnomes. Moreover, the soft armor on this dwarf is not a real soft armor, but only two small pieces of crocodile skin, which protect his chest and back respectively.

Although the crocodile skin is small, it is extremely resilient and can block the blows of most masters.

Therefore, Jing Wuming miscalculated. The force he exerted on the Overlord gun was slightly less.

Although the Overlord Gun pierced the gnome, it failed to silence the gnome's voice.

This dwarf killer is not only fast, but also has a loud voice. The scream he uttered before he died was louder.

Then, Ding Linglin heard it.

The soldiers who patrolled the city also heard it.

The people who followed Ding Linglin's six doors also heard it.

The passers-by around Jing Wuming also heard it.

Ding Linglin looked at it at the first time.

Although there was a distance of more than 100 steps, she still saw Jing Wusheng at a glance.

Jing Wuming looked young again.

Every time she saw Jing Wusheng, Jing Wusheng would become much younger.

When Ding Linglin saw Jing Wusheng for the first time, Jing Wusheng looked like a dying old man, with white hair and dead eyes in his eyes.

The time she held Jing Wuming's arm and called him "Third Brother's Master", although Jing Wuming's appearance was still a little old, his hair had turned black. There was no more death in his eyes.

The time she muttered to Jing Wuming about the trivial matters between her and Xiao Ye, Jing Wuming's appearance had become a middle-aged person about fifty years old. Although there was no expression on his face, Ding Linglin could see warmth in his eyes.

She saw Jing Wusheng at a glance, and Jing Wusheng's appearance had changed into a middle-aged man in his forties. Although his face was still a little malnourished, Ding Linglin knew that Jing Wuming would never turn red.

Jing Wuming also knew that Ding Linglin had already seen him.

He sighed inwardly.

I can't help but go without a sword.

Because, Ding Linglin had already used his trick and rushed towards him with the sound of jingling bells.

Moreover, the passers-by around Jing Wuming couldn't hold back any longer, and began to scream and walk around. There were some, right in the middle of him and the five killers.

The group of soldiers who patrolled the city also moved. They shouted loudly, raised their weapons in their hands, and rushed in the direction of the screams.

The six door masters who followed Ding Linglin also moved. Two of them followed Ding Linglin and flew in the direction of Jing Wuming. The others rushed in the direction of the six gates.

This time, Jing Wuming didn't wait. He drew his sword in his hand and took the initiative. Strike at five masters. He walked towards them like that, but he rushed faster than most of the masters.

His sword did not have a scabbard, so he drew it quickly. He drew his sword with his once wounded left hand.

It's just that his sword has neither a blade nor a blade.

Can such a sword kill a master?

The first person Jing Wuming walked to was a noble son. On his back, he carried a long sword, which was more than a foot longer than an ordinary long sword. Anyone who can make this kind of long sword can't be weak in swordsmanship.

He only had time to pull out the long sword behind his back, and Jing Wusheng's sword had already pierced his throat.

At that moment, the noble prince may have regretted in his heart, why did he use such a long sword. If it's shorter, wouldn't it be faster to pull it up?

One million taels of silver.

Then, Jing Wuming walked towards a middle-aged man.

The middle-aged man was already holding a knife in his hand. His knife was a lancet with a very thin blade. Such a lancet is faster to strike, easier to pierce into the opponent's body, and is able to pierce deeper. After stabbing, it is also easier to pull it out and re-stab.

He was only holding a knife in his hand, and the sword passed through his throat.

The middle-aged man knew that Jing Wuming was a great master. But he didn't expect that Jing Wuming's sword would be so fast. The last moment it was in the throat of another killer, this moment will stab him.

Two million taels of silver.

Then, Jing Wuming walked towards a middle-aged woman.

The middle-aged woman has already made a move. As soon as she made a move, it was two iron lotuses. As long as the Iron Lotus hits any object, it will burst out countless small needles. Each small needle carries a poison that can poison a horse.

Iron Lotus failed to hit Jing Wusheng.

Jing Wuming met the Iron Lotus with the sword in his hand. Then, his sword, with two iron lotuses, slashed through the throat of the middle-aged woman. The middle-aged woman didn't understand until she died, why the iron lotus didn't burst.

Three million taels of silver.

Then, two swords slashed at Jing Wusheng at the same time.

The swords were drawn by two young men who looked exactly the same.

These two young men are twin brothers. With their skills, they could have not had to be killers. But they love to kill. But they don't want to kill people for no reason. So, they did the killers.

If you are a killer, you have a reason to kill. Kill for money.

The killers, of course, have heard the name of Jing Wuming. They had just seen Jing Wusheng's skills. But they couldn't run away. They didn't want to run away either.

They want to join forces with the two brothers and fight hard with Jing Wudi. Wounds for wounds, lives for lives. They wanted to poke a hole in Jing Wusheng's body and leave a legend.

Therefore, this pair of twin brothers made desperate moves. Neither of them had any intention of protecting themselves or their brothers.

But they didn't know that when they were by Shangguan Jinhong's side in the past, Jing Wusheng was a desperate ancestor.

Over the years, although Jing Wuming has long ceased to fight with people, it is not because he will not work hard. It's just because the few people who can make him desperate won't attack him anymore. The rest of the people can't push him to the point where he needs to fight hard.

This pair of twin brothers wanted to fight hard in front of Jing Wusheng, which was even more naïve than playing with a big knife in front of Guan Erye.

So, they also died. They were dead when their swords were still more than a foot away from Jing Wu's life.

He was born on the same day and month of the same year, and died on the same day and month of the same year.

Five million taels of silver.

The five gold medal killers of the Blood God Tower, in a single flash, all died under Jing Wusheng's sword.

Then, Ding Linglin rushed over, with a smile on her face, a heart full of grievances, and tears in her eyes, and rushed into Jing Wusheng's arms.

She didn't look at the killers lying on the ground. She knew that under Jing Wusheng's sword, there were no innocent souls for a long time. It was enough for her to know that.

She wailed and cried in Jing Wulife's arms, louder than the dwarf killer's screams before he died.

At this moment, she felt like she saw her father, Aunt Hua, Li Daxia, Aunt Sun, and Uncle Fei.

She was so aggrieved. From the day Xiao Ye disappeared, she was too wronged. She needed to cry.

She cried as she rubbed her tears on Jing Wusheng's shoulder.

Jing Wuxing's body stiffened again, even stiffer than when he faced Li Xunhuan's flying knife back then.

He sighed in his heart, hesitated, and gently patted Ding Linglin's shoulder with the hand that did not hold the sword.

With this beat, Ding Linglin cried even more.

Not far ahead, on the second floor of a teahouse next to the street, it was empty, except for an old man and a half-grown teenager.

The old man sighed softly and said to the young man beside him, "Master, it's time to go down." ”

The young man asked, "Master, can't you go?" Jing Wuming shouldn't make another move. ”

The old man sighed again and said, "You can't go." Since Master has taken over the task, he can't leave. ”

The young man said, "Master, can't you change the time?

The old man touched the young man's head with a smile and said with a smile: "Silly boy, who can let him not find out?"

After that, the old man sighed again, and said to himself: "If you don't have killing intent, how can you kill people?

The young man asked again: "Master, didn't you say that people like you must not fall into the hands of others? What if he catches you?"

The old man smiled again: "He can only kill people, not arrest people." ”

The young man asked, "Jing Wuming doesn't want to know, who wants to kill him?"

The old man smiled: "He's a killer, not a fast catcher." He won't ask why. ”

The young man asked, "Master, what should I do if Jing Wusheng kills you?"

The old man smiled: "After he killed the master, you will take the money that the master gave you, find a place, and settle down properly." If you want to be the top student, study hard. If you want to be a chivalrous man, practice martial arts well. ”

The young man shook his head and said categorically, "No, Master, if Jing Wusheng kills you, I will avenge you!"

The old man stretched out his hand again, touched the young man's head, and said, "Silly boy! A person like Master, sooner or later, someone like Master will be killed." We only kill, not take revenge. ”

The young man's face showed a slightly confused look, and he asked, "Master, didn't you say that when you walk the rivers and lakes, you have to have clear grievances?"

The old man smiled and said, "If the master wants to kill him, he is giving him a grudge." When he killed his master, he took revenge. The grievances have been cleared. If you kill him again, you will give him a grudge. ”

The young man thought for a moment, nodded, and said, "Master, I understand. ”

After saying that, the young man stood up from the stool, kowtowed respectfully to the old man, and said, "Master, there is no grudge, please forgive the disciple for not avenging you." ”

The old man laughed and said, "Good boy, the most right thing Master has done in his life is to accept such a good apprentice as you." ”

With a smile, the old man stood up and walked in the direction of the stairs.