Many gangsters, holding the weapons in their hands tightly, burst into laughter when they heard the words that seemed to be greetings.

"Heixia, are you afraid of death?"

"It is said that the black man has great martial arts skills, but why is he still an unweaned and hungry baby?"

"Baby, my knife is very fast, it won't hurt much."

"It's strange that your gourd is quite valuable. I let my brothers use it and get the reward in exchange for some wine. I'll give it back to you."

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Shen Xingliu crossed his arms across his chest and leaned against the wooden pillar of the teahouse, looking at the bright sunshine outside and turning a deaf ear to the big men's words.

"I am Heifengling, Tie Er." A man stepped forward with a solemn expression and said, "Heixia, I don't want to be your enemy today. If you hand over the black knife to me, I, Heifengling, can protect you."

You are safe."

Unexpectedly, after hearing this, Shen Xingliu was not only afraid, but also laughed out loud.

"Hahaha, I want you to eat well, is it because I am afraid that you will starve to death and really think I can bully you?"

"What did you say?"

There were more than thirty people present, and there were even hundreds of people in the streets outside. They all thought that they had heard wrongly, or that this kid had gone crazy.

Tie Er's pupils shrank, and when he turned around and tried to escape, a hand pinched Tian Ling Gai.

"You can't kill me, my eldest brother is Tiehu, he... ah!"

Before he finished speaking, he felt a stinging pain on the back of his neck, and his whole body fell down as softly as mud.

Before he died, he heard a sentence, "In the next life, remember this! Don't be too arrogant."

Just like killing a chicken and a dog, throwing the two pieces of iron in your hand to the ground.

I returned to the bench and poured another cup of fragrant tea. The refreshing fragrance did not smell of blood at all.

"Ah, you actually killed Tie Ergui, damn it!"

A high-pitched scream woke up the stunned people.

"Damn, everyone come together and divide this skin with random knives!"

Without even looking at it, Shen Xingliu patted the table lightly, and the chopsticks from the bamboo tube flew out one after another, killing the seven or eight people closest to him on the left.

Just as he was about to take a sip of tea, a knife blade came at him.

Not allowed to have a good rest, he dodged the blade and grabbed the man's wrist with his backhand.

"Wow!"

With a scream, the man's wrist was crushed, and the blade fell down with a casual kick.

He stomped on the man's chest, only to hear a muffled cry, and his chest collapsed in an instant, and his body flew out, knocking over several people and making no movement.

It seems that he will not survive!

A group of people were not afraid of death and continued to attack with swords. He shook his head slightly, and the fragrant tea in the cup was immediately poured out.

When he brought the tea, it was no longer as soft as before, but turned into water arrows, each of which shot at one person.

In an instant, he pierced through the body of the person who came, and without losing strength, he killed another person behind him.

In the blink of an eye, only a handful of the dozens of people who were originally surrounding the teahouse on the second floor were able to stand still.

Seeing people constantly rushing up to the second floor, he sighed, kicked over the wooden table, stepped on the edge of the second floor with a black knife, and climbed to the roof.

The wooden table flew upside down, knocking down the people who had just climbed up to the second floor, and blocked the stairs to the second floor.

"He's on the roof."

"He's on the roof, chase him quickly!"

The news spread quickly among those present, and countless people jumped from the streets to the rooftops.

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Shen Xingliu had just used his scabbard to knock off a protruding head. These guys were so incompetent that they couldn't even jump up onto the roof at once.

However, being dragged around all the time is not a solution, so he should find a way to grease his feet! He still has to rush to pick up Uncle Tang.

I had just left the roof of the teahouse and hadn't even run a few steps further.

He was blocked by people one after another.

It seems that these people know their intentions.

Then no wonder brothers are not loyal!

The black sword slowly appeared, and the golden patterns on the blade shone slightly in the sunlight, as if they were swimming.

"Come on!"

"Kill the black knight and seize the black knife!"

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People kept coming up from all around, and the roof creaked under their feet.

"Come on, let me kill you to my heart's content!"

"Buzz!"

The three days of healing made him feel very depressed, but he still could not save Uncle Tang.

At this time, his anger completely burst out!

Feeling the murderous intention of the master, the black knife trembled slightly, not because of fear, but because of excitement.

"open!"

The blade of the sword flew through the air, and the shadow of a five-foot-long sword fell vertically.

Those who were unable to dodge were immediately split in half. Even if they escaped the fatal blow, they could not escape the attack area of ​​the sword energy.

Countless tiny blades of knife energy were frantically cutting through the target's major veins and acupuncture points. When they landed on the ground, they were already releasing a lot of energy, but less recently.

Even if he is lucky enough to survive, he will be disabled for life, let alone practice martial arts.

The black knife keeps rising and falling, harvesting the lives of these people in the world.

But Shen Xingliu never even blinked his eyelids. Just like wheat harvesting in the autumn, people kept falling from the roof.

He also kept moving forward, and no one could stop him.

Under the cries of ghosts and howls of wolves, they seemed to have seen the most terrifying creature in their lives, a Shura from hell!

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"Damn it, didn't you say he is only in the fourth grade?"

"What nonsense is fourth grade? It's clearly fifth grade!"

"Quick...save me, brother can still fight...poof!"

A man who fell onto the street wanted to call for help, but was trampled to death by a tall, strong man.

The strong man is nine feet tall, wearing a short sheepskin coat and a body full of flesh.

There is a sparse pigtail on the top of her head, and her temples are bulging high. At first glance, she looks like she is a master of hard qigong.

There was a piece of hemp rope wrapped around each of his hands that were as big as sandbags. He smiled blankly and said, "Fifth rank? You have made progress again. But killing like this is the fun."

"Rouren? How can there be rouren here?"

"If you can't kill a black man, you can still get a reward by killing a soft man."

"Come together and chop him up!"

The people waiting for the opportunity to go to the roof were all on guard against sudden attacks, but they finally found a good persimmon.

National hatred and family hatred surged out. More or less, these people had relatives die at the hands of gentle people.

"Haha, you're welcome. We have a big appetite, so let's have some appetizers before killing the black man."

He was seen standing up on his horse, with deep energy and energy, his arms were knotted with veins, and he punched the thin man on the head who came forward with a knife.

Immediately, the man's head was opened, and his two eyeballs fell out weakly, drooping on his face, and the whole person crashed into a

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Inside the shop nearby that had closed long ago.

"The barbarians from Bei Rou have gone too far to bully others, brothers, come on!"

I don't know who shouted, and dozens of knives and guns were slashed and stabbed.

"Ding Ding!" "Dang Dang!"

There was no sight of flesh and blood flying around as they had imagined. Instead, they felt as if they had been chopped on a bronze statue, which made the tiger's mouth hurt.

The weaker ones felt like their bones had cracks.
To be continued...