Crying suddenly sounded in the night. Gao Shi glanced at the head of the ground, retreated into the crowd, and looked at the people coming over there.

"Who is yours?"

The wind blew into the courtyard, and the white robe was blown under the standing scabbard. Bai Ning, behind the mask, looked indifferently at Gao Shi who was hiding behind the crowd, and his voice was cold: "Ghost Prison Knife Huang Zheng."

"I haven't heard it before" the figure in the crowd shouted in a deep voice and waved: "Kill him"

Several thugs nearby rushed over with weapons holding weapons, "Ah", and their swords crossed, and the figure of the lynx came out first. Two short blades flew very quickly among the three or five people. After a few metal attacks, the sound of tearing the cloth apart. The blood lines drawn from the neck and chest were scattered in the air. The lynx had spots of blood on half of his face, and he killed several people like that.

The corpse fell down, and more people around rushed over with fighting roars. The lynx snatched in front with his double swords crossed: "Come on," the moment he shouted, a sound also sounded at the same time.

"I'm son's life!!!"

The running crowd passed from the ground, and the kneeling old man shouted heart-wrenchingly, his eyes were covered with bloodshot. Then, he jumped up from the ground, stepped on his feet, and the blue bricks shattered, and his thin figure rushed over and crushed him. He clenched his old fists in his sleeves.

Then, it pierced from the cuffs, and the fist wind made a crackling sound like a whip making a crackling sound in the air.

The lynx wanted to go up, but Bai Ning grabbed his shoulder and threw it behind him. He opened his five fingers and gently greeted him, fisting him to the palm of his palm.

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The ripples spread out with some force on the sleeves of the old man and Bai Ning's robe. A white beard opened its face to the extreme, hoarsely, and fisted again, and his feet rushed forward with faster and faster speed. He saw the old man's arms whispering like lightning, waving and hitting the other party. Bai Ning held the knife in one hand, and his toes fell a little, and his body floated backwards on the floor tiles with a long robe.

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The fist wind greeted his eyes, throat, temples, heart, and lower abdomen with heavy shadows. Bai Ning was just a foot away from him and blocked his left and right in the two fists. His hand was like a banana leaf in a rainstorm.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh, take your life!!!"

While shouting, Zhao Dongzhi took a few more steps. Although the other party seemed to be in a state of ease under his thunderbolt chain fist, he could no longer care. No matter what, he just wanted to

Suddenly, a cold snorted from the mask. In the shaking sight, the slender figure held the sheath and slowly pushed the hilt with his thumb. The moment the black light gradually appeared, the old man realized something and his fist slowed down.

On the other side, the sheath fell to the ground with a sound of the blade breaking away from the blade. The handle of the knife was held in Bai Ning's hand, and the moving figure stopped. The slender blade was pulled into the air, like a black light passing through the opponent's fists. The blood and arms flew into the sky. The people rushing over were stunned at first, and then the blood light, the old man under the broken arm flew backwards one foot away, rolling on the ground for a few times before stopping.

The tip of the knife was slightly obliquely hanging, and the blood beads disappeared after sliding on the blade for a moment. With a snap, the two broken arms were still clenched into fists and fell to the ground and twitched. Bai Ning stepped over the two arms, and in front of him, the fallen old man stood up with his teeth gritted his teeth. The fine white sweat covered his blue face, and the two elbows were gone, and blood flowed downwards as if it was flowing downwards.

"I am not afraid of you, I am not afraid of you!!"

A hoarse voice came out in his throat. The severe pain made the old man's consciousness blurry. Looking at the figure standing there, he became a little shaking. The next moment, the white beard dripped with blood. Zhao Dongzhi rushed over. The moment he jumped out of his legs, the blade suddenly magnified in front of him. The cold blade pressed between the old man's shoulders and neck, and the running figure immediately knelt down. On his raised face, his angry pupils gradually dilated and spread.

puff!

The blade cut in obliquely. When the old man's body fell to the side, Bai Ning stood there holding a long black knife, and his robe was covered with blood and looked at Gao Shi behind the crowd.

Nearby, two members of the Thunder Raiders wanted to attack with weapons. They waved out the steel knife through two steps. Bai Ning's arm just cut two consecutive swords backwards. The two corpses fell to the ground with a knife cut off their chest and a knife, and blood spread along the cracks of the bricks.

In the courtyard, the nightmare scene, when the wind blows, it smells bloody.

"Ghost Prison Sword Ghost Prison Sword River. How did I hear of such a person?" Gao Shi hid behind the man and murmured to himself. The dead Zhao Dongzhi was already close to a first-class master, but he couldn't stop the other party's knife. He shook his head, lowered his voice, and roared: "No, right, who are you, I have no grudges with you, why do you come to kill someone?"

"Do you want to remind you in advance if you kill someone?" Bai Ning turned his head slightly, his tone was plain and cold.

"good!"

Then, Gao Shi nodded happily, drew his sword and waved it, "Everyone goes up together, kill him with a random knife!" More than a hundred people around rushed over with weapons.

The dark blade slid and faced the crowd, Bai Ning's arm swung out in an instant.

Knife Mountain Prison. Pulling the tongue

puff

The white sleeves were scattered, and the black blade was cut out at an extremely fast and extremely tricky angle in the dim light of the lantern. Several thugs fell to the ground a few steps forward, and a bright red wound was spurted out between the chin. They opened their mouths in a howling manner, and a piece of tongue was spit out by them. Some were also blocked by luck. When a few sounds sounded, a long list of Mars was pulled out from the weapon.

Bai Ning shook his sword and swung away the several weapons he had cut away, staring at the target over there during the killing. Gao Shi was staring at the coldness in his heart, and he had the urge to retreat.

In an instant, suddenly, his eyes flashed, and Bai Ning on the other side had already rushed over and the black knife broke through the crowd.

Knife Mountain Prison. Broken tendons and broken bones

The black sword light was flying, and the white figure rushed in the crowd very quickly. Dozens of thugs around the hospital could not intercept the other party at all. The extremely clever and slender black swords were looking for a gap in the interlaced edges. Blood lines were raised into the sky with broken limbs. Bai Ning slashed and slashed towards Gao Shi there with his miserable screams.

Behind him, a body made of blood-colored, broken limbs.

Gao Shi was standing there tremblingly holding a long sword. The skilled man beside him rolled to look at the scared master beside him, and then looked at the opposite side. The next moment, he roared and rushed up.

"Go away, I'll block him."

The man and several guards tried to stop the person in front of him. Five or six guards stepped forward. Within two breaths, he took out a bloodline with a few knifes. The moment the body fell to the ground, the man's thigh was also cut with a wound, and his body flew out like a cannonball, smashing a flower bed in the yard.

"You are just a crazy man, you are a crazy man!"

"Wow, wow"

Gao Shi cursed for a few words and actually cried. Then, he held up his long sword and stabbed it out in a mad manner.

With a loud bang, the long sword collapsed into the night sky.

The white figure came over and another "puff". Gao Shi's body raised his arm, stumbled forward as if he was still holding a sword. The head on his shoulder flew down from the air and circled on the ground, and blood gushed out of the broken neck like a spring.

The body then pounced on the ground.

After killing the last few people, the lynx picked up the scabbard on the ground and held it over. Bai Ning inserted the black knife into the scabbard, turned around and walked back, "Let a fire and burn it here."

"These people" Lynx held the knife and looked at the people who had not yet died on the ground, "Sir, they are not dead."

Behind the mask, Bai Ning was as cold as usual, "Will everyone die with a fire? The Wu Dynasty guarded by this governor, the more people like them are defiled, the better."

After saying that, he walked out of the door with his sleeves.
Chapter completed!