Chapter 47

Liu Yanbo had a fruit knife on his right hand.

The knife is three inches long and twinkles with cold light.

This ordinary fruit knife can be seen everywhere in daily life. At this moment, it seems to be injected with vitality. It is as sensitive as a poisonous snake and bloodthirsty as a demon.

Liu Yanbo wore a pair of thick leather gloves on his hand, but the fruit knife, which looked extremely awkward, seemed to grow on his hand.

In addition to the ninth master and the old ghost, there are eight "undercurrent" people living in the room, three of them holding pistols.

This reception hall is very large, and it is probably more than ten years old. It is no problem for a group of people to talk about the big mountain, but it is a little small for the fight between life and death.

In a crowded space, guns don't work.

On the one hand, Liu Yanbo's reaction was so fast that he didn't give them a chance to aim at them at all;

secondly, they were at the disadvantage of having too many people and were easily injured by accident.

Both of them are old tricks on the edge of life and death. Weighing the pros and cons has become an instinct.

Almost at the same time, the three shooters of "undercurrent" collected their pistols, pulled out their short knives and rushed to Liu Yanbo with four other swordsmen.

The nine of them were able to be sent to rescue the "undercurrent" prince. Of course, their skills were excellent, especially one of the old men who was about the same age as the ninth master. His momentum was amazing and he looked very strong.

He sat on the sofa with a small purple clay teapot in his hand, sipping from time to time.

He did not take part in the attack, nor did he look up to see his dead companion. Even from the beginning to the end, he did not even look at Liu Yanbo.

This calm, even the ninth master is not as good as him.

Liu Yanbo had noticed the old man for a long time, but he just took a casual look and didn't care.

In the world of killers, people who live to the end are equipped with self-confidence.

He will be the last one to live.

Liu Yanbo cut through the throat of the obscene man. Liu Yanbo's movement did not stop. His left foot had not touched the ground, but his right foot shot out like a spring.

Seven people, seven directions, almost at the same time, are the speed of the blink of an eye.

Some jump, some squat

The seven knives stabbed Liu Yanbo's face, back neck, left waist, right armpit, thigh, ankle, and right heart.

In the face of this seamless attack, Liu Yanbo did not retreat but advanced. Before they finished their final offensive, he had taken the lead.

Shua ~

the blade breaks through the air.

Liu Yanbo waved the fruit knife in his hand. He was like a top that had been hit urgently. He turned out many shadows, which happened to be seven.

Puff ~

every shadow in front of the people's throat ejected a column of blood, like a fountain sprinkling into the sky.

In the same way, they are all killed with one knife.

This time there are seven.

Outside the house, there was a storm, and there was a bloodbath inside.

Bang ~ Bang ~

the old ghost raises his hand is two shots. With one shot, he wanted to kill, and the other wanted to seal off Liu Yanbo's theoretical next attack direction.

Yes.

The sharpshooter who followed Jiuye 31 had lost his self-confidence. After firing two shots in a row, he was ready to fire a third.

In the old ghost's mind, Liu Yanbo seems to be able to hide these two guns.

The shadow is still there, but the people under the blood rain have disappeared.

Before the old ghost had time to fire the third shot, a cold light flashed in front of him. He only felt the pain in his wrist. When he saw it clearly, his hand had fallen to the ground.

The old ghost snorted and retreated quickly, trying to resist the pain of his broken wrist. He wanted to retreat to Jiuye outside the war.

Whoosh ~

the cold light broke through the sky and pierced the old ghost's heart.

Bang ~

before the old ghost's lax pupil even had time to float a touch of fear of death, he had been upright and backward, and fell at the feet of nine masters.

Another one died.

Liu Yanbo finally stopped and stood in the position where the old ghost had just stood shooting. He squinted at Jiu Ye, and the rest of his eyes glanced at the old man who was still sitting on the sofa.

Jiuye didn't carry his hands any more, and the old man didn't drink tea any more.

In less than a minute, nine people were killed.

Liu Yanbo is worthy of their high vigilance, even fear.

"Who are you?"

Jiuye's voice was gloomy, and his eyes were cold and fixed on Liu Yanbo. As for the old ghost who fell at his feet, he didn't even look at it.

What happened after 31 years?

His ninth master is a hero of the first life, reminiscent and sad? He had no idea what these were.

Besides, this is not the time to be sentimental.

For many years, for a long time, no one has given himself such a dangerous feeling, even more dangerous than all the dangers he faced in the past.He never believed that the young man in front of him was just a taxi driver.

"You know what? What if I don't know? " Liu Yanbo asked.

Now it is a situation of endless immortality. No matter who is or who is, there will be no second way. Is it meaningful to ask?

Liu Yanbo shook his head and asked faintly, "now there are only two old guys left. Are you going to come together or one by one?"

His words hurt people too much and hurt Jiuye's self-esteem.

In a flash, nine masters burst out of terror. He went straight to Liu Yanbo and said in a cold voice, "you are really strong, but I did not get my position today by luck. You are not the first one who wants to kill me, nor the last one."

His ninth master was able to have today by himself.

It was not the killing without blood that was played in the rivers and lakes a few decades ago. It was a real fighting era when white knives entered and red knives came out.

He can fight his way to the top of his life from that dark age. His fighting power can definitely stand the challenge. Even in recent years, he has not killed the world's number one killer.

Liu Yanbo's fighting power is frightening enough, but in Jiuye's mind, he is just a young man with some skills and frivolous. He is dangerous, but not afraid.

Liu Yanbo stood in the same place, the corner of his mouth under the mask raised a trace of smile: "I hope your strength can match your confidence."

Jiuye walked faster and faster. When he was about two meters away from Liu Yanbo, his right hand shook and a sleeve sword fell into his hand and stabbed him straight.

Whoosh ~

just when the ninth master was about to stab Liu Yanbo in the eye, the old man who had been sitting on the sofa finally made a move, and a life-threatening Throwing Knife took Liu Yanbo's back heart.

Liu Yanbo leaned slightly and shot again. His movement did not look fast. He did not have the dazzling shadow of Taoism before, but -

his right hand had five fingers like a hook, and he caught Jiuye's wrist. The left hand is like a clamp, and the middle finger and index finger clamp the lethal throwing knife behind.

It's not fast or slow. It's just fine.

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