Luo Chen's legs were pressed against Jing Ba's back, and he hit the ground hard. A big hole was immediately made in the wooden floor, and sawdust flew everywhere.
Jing Ba, who had just stood firm and narrowly dodged one blow after another, glanced at the big hole in the ground with some fear, and then looked at the boots on Luo Chen's feet in shock.
His soft sword was made of black iron! It was extremely sharp and could break iron, but it couldn't cut through a boot! Jing Ba suddenly had the illusion that what he was holding was a wooden sword.
"hehe!"
Luo Chen glanced at the white marks on his boots, then looked at Jing Ba with a smile, stood on tiptoes of his right foot and moved his ankle.
The boots on Luo Chen's feet were combat boots matching the Ziwu Armor. They were made of small steel rings made of black pattern steel refined at Ziwu Villa. Not even the Thunder Knife could break through its defense, let alone
It's Jingba's soft sword.
"It's my turn to attack now, right?"
Luo Chen said as he moved his ankle with his right foot, he rose up into the air. In mid-air, a white light flashed, the thunder knife came out of its sheath, and his strong true energy exploded, slashing towards Jing Ba's head.
Facing such a menacing sword, Jing Ba's breathing became rapid, and he did not dare to neglect it. He gritted his teeth, grimaced, circulated his true energy, and swung his sword to block.
"when!"
"puff……"
"Bang! Bang..."
The thundering knife cut through the soft sword without losing its force, leaving a long and hideous wound on Jingba's chest. Jingba immediately vomited blood and flew backwards, smashing several tables and chairs in succession, and finally fell to the ground.
"Boom! Buzz..."
The broken sword, which was split in two, flew past and was deeply inserted into the wooden guardrail in front of the old man. The sword made a trembling sound.
"Gudong!"
With his eyes wide open and looking at the half-cut sword that almost pierced his head, the old man swallowed in shock, and then looked at Luo Chen with some fear.
"ah……"
Seeing Jing Ba lying on the ground with no idea of his life or death, the waiter guarding the door picked up a bench and threw it at Luo Chen's back.
"snort!"
Before Luo Chen could take action, Zheng Xiaoliu, who was standing nearby, kicked the waiter.
"Crash! Crash..."
He was just a waiter in the early third-rate realm, but with one move from Zheng Xiaoliu, he and the bench were immediately kicked off and hit against the wall.
Luo Chen turned his head, glanced at the unconscious waiter, and then looked at Zheng Xiaoliu with surprise. He did not expect that this person he had just met would actually become an enemy of the Yinsha Sect for him. Luo Chen couldn't help but
Chen Gao glanced at Zheng Xiaoliu.
Looking back, Luo Chen looked at the frightened old man and said with a smile: "Shopkeeper, can you tell me now who issued the mission?"
"snort!"
The old man calmed down and sneered: "If you kill someone from my hidden killing sect, it will be useless even if I tell you who issued the mission. My hidden killing sect will never let you go, let alone me.
It's impossible to tell you."
"Is that so..."
Luo Chen's face gradually turned gloomy: "In that case! Then don't blame me."
"Wow..."
Luo Chen split open the wooden guardrail with a knife, jumped onto the high platform, and jumped into the counter.
"What are you going to do?"
When the old man saw this, his eyelids jumped.
"What are you doing? Haha!"
Luo Chen sneered and slapped the old man with his knife.
"bump!"
"Ah...poof..."
However, the old man who was in the physical training realm could not catch Luo Chen's move. He was immediately slapped on the mouth by the blade, screamed and fell to the ground, spitting out a mouthful of blood filled with teeth.
Luo Chen had no burden for attacking the old man in the physical training realm. People like them only care about money and don't care about the lives of others. They don't know how many people have been killed.
The reason why Luo Chen knocked out the old man's teeth was because he was afraid that the old man also had poisonous fangs in his mouth and committed suicide before the news came out.
"Can I say it now?"
Luo Chen looked at the old man with an indifferent tone.
"You swish!"
The old man looked at Luo Chen with vicious eyes, all his teeth were missing, and his words were leaking.
"snort!"
When Luo Chen saw this, he slapped the old man in the face with another knife.
"uh-huh!"
The old man didn't scream this time. He groaned and covered his swollen face with his hands.
"Say or not?"
Luo Chen's indifferent voice contained murderous intent.
The old man lay on the ground, closed his mouth and said nothing, but stared at Luo Chen.
"Let me try it!"
Just when Luo Chen was about to take action again, Zheng Xiaoliu jumped in from the high platform.
"Um!"
Luo Chen glanced at Zheng Xiaoliu, nodded, and stepped aside.
"hey-hey!"
Zheng Xiaoliu smiled sinisterly and grabbed the old man, lifted him up and tied him to the guardrail of the counter.
"What are you trying to do?"
The old man's mouth was leaking, and he looked at Zheng Xiaoliu uneasily.
"Hey! You'll find out later."
Zheng Xiaoliu smiled maliciously and took out a slender silver needle from his arms. With a focused look, he held the silver needle in his right hand and quickly inserted it into a certain acupuncture point on the back of the old man's head.
The old man looked at Zheng Xiaoliu blankly for a second, and then opened his mouth wide:
"ah……"
The sudden loud scream scared Luo Chen's eyelids.
"Keep your voice down!"
Zheng Xiaoliu was afraid of being heard by people outside, so he hurriedly covered the old man's mouth, then pulled a piece of cloth from the old man's body, balled it up, and stuffed it into the old man's mouth.
"Woo..."
The old man opened his bloodshot eyes wide and shook his body desperately. The back of his head kept hitting the guardrail behind him, making the guardrail destroyed by Luo Chen creak.
When Zheng Xiaoliu saw this, he was afraid that the old man would be hit and killed, so he hurriedly grabbed the old man's hair and pulled it back, pushing the old man's head tightly against the guardrail.
After a while, Zheng Xiaoliu pulled out the silver needle. The old man suddenly looked like a deflated rubber ball, with his head lowered and his whole body hanging limply on the guardrail.
"How is it? Can we talk now?"
Zheng Xiaoliu took out the cloth ball from the old man's mouth, pulled the old man's hair, and pulled the old man's head up.
The old man gritted his teeth, opened his eyes a little, glanced weakly at Zheng Xiaoliu, and then closed them again.
"Haha! Okay, okay, okay, let's see how long you can endure it!"
Zheng Xiaoliu's laughter contained a hint of anger. After nodding his head a few times, he stuffed the cloth ball into the old man's mouth. Then he took off the old man's right shoe, took a silver needle and quickly inserted it into a certain hole on the sole of the old man's foot.
an acupuncture point.
"Oh……"
The old man's body stiffened for half a second, and then hysterical laughter burst out from his throat. His waist slowly bent down, and his stomach twitched.
The endless laughter was suppressed in the throat by the cloth, causing the old man to keep stretching his neck, seeking release.
Looking at the old man's smiling face and his eyes full of fear, Luo Chen turned his head and looked at Zheng Xiaoliu with some surprise. He didn't expect that there was such a method behind this resolute face.