"It's a miracle that you can survive after suffering such a serious injury." Brother Gui said in a hoarse voice, and then changed the subject, "However, you are not so lucky today. I will watch you die, and then I will kill you."
Throw you into this cloud and river."
Xu Qingyun smiled softly: "Today is the Qingming Festival. It is a good day. It is very suitable as your memorial day."
"superior!"
Brother Gui gave an order, and the twenty or thirty people behind him rushed towards Xu Qingyun.
Brother Gui is the leader of the Yuncheng Fierce Ghost Association. Among the underground forces in Yuncheng, he is not even in the top ten. The entire force only has forty or fifty people, and about two-thirds of them are here tonight.
If all these people die here tonight, this underground force will be finished.
Facing 20 or 30 people rushing towards them with murderous weapons, Xu Qingyun's face was calm.
Tonight is a night of revenge, a night of killing.
Xu Qingyun kicked the man in the front away, causing the machete in his hand to fall to the ground.
Xu Qingyun knelt down, picked up the machete on the ground, held it in his hand, and made two random gestures.
A pair of starry eyes were filled with hatred and murderous intent.
The hatred accumulated for three years will be completely released tonight.
He held a long knife in his hand and slowly faced the crowd.
The hand raised the knife and dropped it, one person's head rolled down and blood sprayed out.
The speed was so fast that he couldn't see him draw the knife. When he reacted, he saw one person falling down.
Faced with the siege of more than 30 people, Xu Qingyun felt as if he was in a deserted place, and he was free and easy, cutting one knife at a time, just like chopping melons and vegetables, clean and neat.
His eyes were always as cold as knives.
The smell of blood gradually dissipated under the breeze.
Zhao Youfu's legs were trembling, his whole body was trembling, and his face was filled with extreme panic.
Zhao Weitian, who was sitting in a wheelchair, couldn't bear the turmoil in his stomach and vomited with a loud sound.
Brother Ghost was still standing next to Zhao Youfu. He was wearing a ghost face mask, only showing a pair of eyes. His expression could not be seen clearly, but his inner uneasiness was revealed in his eyes.
His hands, clenched into fists, were trembling slightly.
Under the dim yellow street lights, the breeze gently blew the leaves, making a slight rustling sound.
Everything is as quiet as it was at the beginning.
Just the smell of blood in the air reminded them of what just happened.
There was only one person still standing in front of him, a young man, holding a blood-stained long knife in his hand.
His expression was calm and his eyes were like daggers.
Time seemed to have passed for a long time, but in fact it was only two minutes from the time the boy picked up the long knife on the ground to this moment.
"It's your turn." Xu Qingyun pointed the bloody sword at Zhao Youfu and the others.
The fear in Zhao Youfu's heart reached its peak at this time. Is the young man in front of him really a human? One person faced off against more than 30 people, and he was solved in less than two minutes without even a single scratch on his body.
Zhao Youfu wanted to run, but his legs refused to obey him because of fear.
"Dad, let's run! He is not a human being, not a human being!"
Zhao Weitian shouted loudly with a look of horror on his face, stood up from the wheelchair, and wanted to run away, but he fell directly to the ground after taking only two steps.
The Xuanbing cold poison has eroded too much of Zhao Weitian's vitality. Even if Xu Qingyun doesn't kill him tonight, he won't survive more than three days. This chapter has been completed!