Chapter 48

The pulse is locked.

Jiuye's reaction was not unpleasant. In the moment when Liu Yanbo held him, his left hand shook and another sleeve sword fell into his hand.

At the same time, the old man sitting on the sofa shot at Liu Yanbo with two flying knives.

Liu Yanbo reacted more quickly. He smashed the wrist bone of Jiuye's right hand with a sudden force. He pulled the wrist bone of Jiuye's right hand and threw it out as a meat shield.

Ah, ~

the two throwing knives stabbed Jiuye's thigh and scapula, and the handle didn't reach the end.

Despite the resistance of the Throwing Knife, Liu Yanbo's throwing power was so strong that Jiuye man's castration did not decrease in the air. He only heard two sounds of "bang bang". He hit the wall hard and then hit the ground. There was a faint sound of bone breaking.

Cough ~

Jiuye coughed blood from his mouth. After a while, he struggled to stand up and lean against the wall. His expression on his face became distorted because of pain. His eyes were staring at Liu Yanbo with hatred, fear and reluctance.

When had he suffered such a big loss before.

Nine ye this life can be said to have experienced a hundred battles, against the master is also very many, before tonight, he has never had a defeat.

This is his glory and the foundation of his confidence.

However, he did not think that he could not even move in front of the young man who was hiding his head and tail.

At this moment, I'm afraid it's not only Jiuye's heart, but also the masters who died in his hands.

How did you become such a dish?

In fact, Jiuye is not very good. In Liu Yanbo's eyes, the power of his sword is much stronger than that of the previous seven men's joint attack, but it is still too slow.

The only martial arts in the world are fast.

People who slow down usually die faster.

But what kind of hand is fast?

"Sword, you don't use it like this." Liu Yanbo picked up Jiuye's sleeve sword and dropped it on the ground.

The sleeve sword is about a foot long and more than an inch wide. The whole body of the sword is shining with cold light. Liu Yanbo bends his fingers and flicks on the sword. Only the sound of hum is as clear as the sound of a dragon.

"It's a good sword." Liu Yanbo was filled with admiration.

After that, Liu Yanbo held the sword with his backhand behind him, which was quite like a master of swordsmanship.

There is a sword in my hand, and I am the only one.

The breath of his body had changed and was no longer as cold as before.

At this time, Liu Yanbo looked at the old man sitting on the sofa and said firmly: "it's your turn."

The old man on the sofa got up slowly. He was also looking at Liu Yanbo. It was also the first time that he was looking directly at the so-called taxi driver.

"Young man, you and I don't have a big hatred of life and death. There's no need to fight to death, do you?" The old man's hoarse voice was as bad as a broken Gong. "Why don't you and I stop here and go our own way."

The old man smelled a breath of life crisis in Liu Yanbo, and he didn't want to fight.

He is not only a killer, but also an old man over 60 years old. He has already seen the world's coldness and warmth, and knows more about the choice.

What is more important than living?

Revenge for your companion? It's just a joke.

Killers are the most ruthless people in the world. They don't even have friends. How can they treat others as companions?

He he ~

Liu Yanbo seemed to have heard a big joke and sneered: "from the moment you stepped into the land of China, you have been a mortal."

There may be too much injustice in this country, there may be many deficiencies, and there may be a lot of ugly things in the dark

Chinese people may be selfish, they may like to cheat, or they may be used to fighting inside each other

But how can we let foreign thieves come and go freely?

No way!

The people on this land have never really yielded to the invaders for thousands of years, which was, is, and will continue to be.

Protecting the family and protecting the country is an inheritance engraved in the bones of every Chinese.

Liu Yanbo is now just a taxi driver and a common people struggling at the bottom of the society.

The family is broken, the lover betrays There are too many disappointments in his life.

But what about that?

He has no home, but he has a country. As long as the country is still there, the home will be there.

This is not the noble character of self-cultivation, but the responsibility of every Chinese.

"If you don't die, you will disgrace China's national prestige." Every word of Liu Yanbo is like a heavy hammer.

The ninth master lowered his head and was ashamed.

He is a hero of the world, he does all the bad things, but he is also a Chinese.

He can do harm to all the people in the world, but he should not be at fault with the land of China, which has nurtured him for generations.Colluding with foreign thieves is treason.

At this moment, on the edge of life and death, a generation of big men in the river and lake unexpectedly regained the sense of shame and regret when they were young.

It's not surprising that no matter how bad the bad guys are, they are still human beings, different from animals --

"I was once a Chinese." The old man did not care that he had long lost his humanity and feelings.

"Then you are more damned!" Liu Yanbo took off his mask and said in a cold voice, "remember what I look like, but also remember my name. My name is Liu Yanbo. I'm a Chinese."

It's a determination, a will to kill.

Of course, the old man understood Liu Yanbo's meaning, but he was too puzzled. He frowned and said, "is it worth your doing this? Let's not say whether you have the ability to kill me. Even if you can kill me, you will have to bear our "undercurrent" revenge. At that time, all the relatives and friends around you will die. "

"It seems that your status in the undercurrent is not low." Liu Yanbo sneered: "threaten me? Even if it's something you don't dare to do even when "ghost killing" comes, you really dare to say it. "

"Then I'll see what kind of revenge I'll take after I kill you."

As soon as the words fell, Liu Yanbo flew up, and his sleeve sword was like a dragon on the sea.

The sword didn't have any fancy movements, but it was so fast that even the cold light could not shine.

The old man has not made any response yet, and the sword has passed through his heart.

What a quick sword, what a cruel sword.

The old man looked at Liu Yanbo with wide eyes. He was not afraid of death, but was afraid of the man in front of him.

Who the hell is he?

Why does he know the most secret existence of "undercurrent"?

Ghost double kill, chasing the soul and life.

The number two double group on the world killer list is also the biggest reliance of "undercurrent".

Before the sword was pulled out, the old man still had a breath. He didn't regret whether his life was not worth living. He just wanted to die in peace. He asked intermittently, "you It's Who... "

"Chinese." Liu Yanbo suddenly drew out his sleeve sword, waved his hand, and threw off the blood beads that had not yet dropped from the sword.

Plop ~

the old man fell to the ground in response to his voice, and he died with his eyes closed.

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