After Lao Mao yelled, everyone around him was shocked. Including the crazy Wan Ziliang, they all looked at the T-shaped street on the right.

The murder scene that was so violent just now was completely silent.

Through the thick black screen, everyone saw the shadowy and burly figure hiding in the darkness, and the black-backed broadsword in his hand that did not emit a trace of light.

At the same time, Black Scorpion, who had been seen through, was also very anxious. He took advantage of the chaos and got up from the ground. He no longer dared to be as arrogant and arrogant as before. He knew well the truth of being outnumbered. While gritting his teeth, he secretly hated the tragic death of his little brother.

I just wanted to run away in the dark and settle the score later.

At that time, the killing between the two parties was fierce, and indeed no one noticed him. Black Scorpion could have escaped unnoticed, but with his temper, he would never just leave if he wanted to, but would always pull him away.

It only takes a few people to pay for their lives. If you kill one of them, you will gain.

So the few boys who were crowded at the back of the T-shaped street were killed before they could rush forward. Before they could participate in the massacre, they were suddenly grabbed by the ghostly figure of the black scorpion, and then wiped out with a knife.

If you break your neck, you won't even be able to make a sound when dying, and you'll just die.

Black Scorpion's plan was to fight and leave. If he killed ten of them, he would be able to account for his dead brothers. But who would have thought that he had only killed the ninth one when the slow-reacting but cunning-looking old cat found out?

"You bastard, no wonder I can't find you. It turns out that your mother wanted to run away and dared to kill my brother. Today, you will die without a burial place." Wan Ziliang, who discovered the tragic death of his younger brother one step later than the old cat, immediately jumped to his feet and roared, and then

Dragging the knife, he rushed to kill the black scorpion before the old cat - how could he not be mad and angry? This was the first time since the War Soul Hall came out to do things, so many younger brothers died, and it was under the leadership of him and the old cat.

How are you going to explain to Brother Yang what happened next?

What's more, these boys are essentially students at the school. The last thing they can afford is for ten boys in their class to die at once. Once the school finds out, it will definitely cause a huge sensation and troubles will come one after another. Who will bear this responsibility?

The old cat watched Wan Ziliang swinging his knife at the black scorpion like crazy. He was so shocked that it was too late to stop him. He could only bite the bullet and follow him closely, holding the kitchen knife tightly in his hand, ready to fight with all his strength.

Wan Ziliang obviously underestimated the enemy. He didn't know Black Scorpion's true ability at all. He was someone who could force Mr. Hong to take action himself.

And the truth was exactly as the old cat expected. Black Scorpion, who was standing in the darkness, squinted at Wan Ziliang in front and Old Mao behind. The two of them rushed towards him with knives. At this moment, Black Scorpion was not in a hurry to run away, just like that.

He stood motionless and waited, holding the black-backed sword in his right hand, the tip of the knife gently touching the ground, and a playful sneer hanging on the corner of his mouth, as if he was waiting for something to happen.

A trace of blood slid down gently along the sharp blade of the black scorpion and dripped on the ground.

This black-backed sword is obviously not ordinary. It has just wiped the necks of so many people, and the entire blade is not stained with blood. It seems to be made of tungsten steel. It is powerful and black, as bright as autumn water, and it is not dazzling.

It is with this knife that Black Scorpion is running rampant in G City. He is invincible. If the last nemesis, Mr. Hong, had not come out in person, he would have cut off a piece of the Black Family's world with it.

Two people, one waiting in isolation, two sprinting with full fire, the distance is getting closer and closer, and the fight is about to begin.

Finally, Wan Ziliang, a madman who was a sports student and a sprinter, rushed to the black scorpion almost in an instant. When he finally saw clearly this burly man with a shirtless body and a tattoo of a scorpion tail hanging from his shoulders, Wan Ziliang didn't care about your mother.

With three strokes, five divided by two, he leaped three feet high and struck the head with his sword. With the strong momentum and inertia, he wished with red eyes that he could split this bastard in half from top to bottom with one strike.

Unfortunately, in the carbide cremation room, Black Scorpion was not surprised but smiled instead. Lightning blocked it with his knife. The long black-backed knife seemed to be weightless in his hand. He easily held it above his head and resisted Wan Ziliang's volley.

There was a "click" and strong sparks exploded at the critical impact point of the two knives. A huge recoil force with indescribable severe pain was transmitted directly along the blade to Wan Ziliang who had not yet landed. In an instant, Wan Ziliang was stunned.

I couldn't hold my breath, my blood surged, my chest felt tight, and I almost spurted blood on the spot. My armpits felt like they had been struck with a hammer, and there was severe pain like they were falling apart.

Wan Ziliang fell directly from the air. He stumbled back a few steps. He stared at the black scorpion with wide eyes in horror as he rushed toward him like a demon. When did this bastard become so awesome?

?Wasn’t he knocked down by an old cat’s kick just now? Was he taking drugs or getting an injection?

In fact, this is the real strength of Black Scorpion. The reason he was hit by the old cat just now was because he was caught off guard. When he really calmed down, the black blind man's energy of fighting tigers in the deep mountains of Northeast came out. Don't say that you two are not.

The young boy with high heaven and earth, no matter how many famous tough guy killers in G City can't stop the big knife in Master Hei's hand

"You don't even have full hair. If you dare to play with a knife like other people, let me teach you how to play with a knife." Black Scorpion rushed to Wan Ziliang in a few short steps, sneered, and split the mountain with a head-on blow without any fancy.

The knife was thrown directly at Wan Ziliang, and with fierce murderous intent, the strong wind rushed towards Wan Ziliang's Tianling Gai.

The old cat who was running behind and wishing he could take ten steps at a time watched this tragedy happen with his own eyes. He was so anxious that he wished he could put on his wings and fly in front of Wan Ziliang to fight for him.

At the critical moment, it turned out that Wan Ziliang was not a loser. At that critical moment, he imitated Black Scorpion and suddenly blocked with a knife. He raised the knife in his hand above his head and struck Black Scorpion's powerful knife with force - who knew

The end of this block was far worse than the Black Scorpion. There was only a crisp sound of "Crack", the stars flashed, and Wan Ziliang's knife was directly chopped. The back of the knife hit Wan Ziliang's head hard, and the hard blade was chopped by the Black Scorpion.

Two-thirds of the way in, almost broken

Wan Ziliang only felt the severe pain from Tianling Gai, which was like the pressure of a mountain. Then he became dizzy and his whole body lost all strength. His knees softened and he was directly hacked by a black scorpion. The blood was pouring from the tiger's mouth where he was kneeling on the ground and holding a knife. One hand was bent directly.

Weird curvature, so painful that you can’t feel the pain, it’s either broken or dislocated

The black scorpion slashed with a knife, and it was so powerful

The black scorpion himself was surprised when he saw that Wan Ziliang was not killed by the knife. The black-backed knife was embedded in the opponent's blade and could not be pulled out for a while, and the fat man behind him rushed over like a gust of wind. He was so angry that he drew the knife with his hand.

At the same time, he kicked Wan Ziliang in the chest and kicked Wan Ziliang out. He rolled on the ground for more than ten meters and stopped suddenly after wiping away a stream of blood.

It's just that Wan Ziliang was bruised and bruised this time, and his whole body was in pain as if it was falling apart. Unwilling to accept it, he still wanted to push himself up from the ground and rush up to fight again. Unfortunately, when he tried to use force, he found that it was useless.

His right hand was useless and he could no longer use it. He shook his head twice and felt that his chest was burning and his throat was hot. He couldn't help but make a "pop" sound, and a mouthful of blood spurted out.
Chapter completed!