At some point, Liu Yanbo had a fruit knife on his right hand.
The knife was three inches long and shone with a cold light.
This ordinary fruit knife, which can be seen everywhere in daily life, seems to be injected with vitality at this moment, as sensitive as a poisonous snake, and as bloodthirsty as a demon.
Liu Yanbo is wearing a pair of thick leather gloves, but this fruit knife that looks extremely uncomfortable seems to grow in his hand.
The human sword is one, he wields the sword to kill as he pleases—
Apart from Lord Jiu and the old ghost, there were eight people alive in 'Undercurrent', and three of them were holding pistols.
This living room is very large, about a dozen or so square meters. It's fine for a group of people to talk about mountains, but it's a bit small for life-and-death struggles.
In a crowded space, the role of the gun is not great.
Firstly, Liu Yanbo's reaction was frighteningly fast, and he didn't give them a chance to target at all;
Second, they have the disadvantage of having a large number of people and are prone to accidental injuries.
They are all old fritters who are on the verge of life and death, and weighing the pros and cons has become an instinct.
The three gunmen of 'Undercurrent' put away their pistols almost at the same time, drew out their short knives and rushed towards Liu Yanbo with four other knife-wielding companions.
A group of nine of them could be sent to rescue the prince of the 'undercurrent', of course they are all very skilled, especially one of them, an old man who is about the same age as Master Jiu, has an amazing aura and looks extraordinarily strong.
He was sitting on the sofa, holding a small purple sand teapot in his hand, taking a sip from time to time.
He neither participated in the attack nor raised his head to look at his dead companion. From the beginning to the end, he didn't even glance at Liu Yanbo.
This composure is even inferior to Master Jiu's.
Liu Yanbo had also noticed the old man a long time ago, but he just glanced casually and didn't care.
In the world of killers, only those who survive to the end are equipped with self-confidence.
He will be the last one alive.
After cutting the wretched man's throat, Liu Yanbo didn't stop in his movements. Before his left foot touched the ground, he exerted force on his right foot and ejected it like a spring.
Seven people, seven directions, shot at almost the same time, all at the speed of a blink of an eye.
Some people jump up, some people squat down...
Seven knives pierced Liu Yanbo's face, back of his neck, left waist, right armpit, thigh, ankle, and chest.
Faced with this seamless attack, Liu Yanbo did not retreat but advanced, and before they completed their final offensive, he took the lead.
Shua~
The blade pierced through the air.
Liu Yanbo waved the fruit knife in his hand, he was like a spinning top that was being beaten sharply, spinning out afterimages, which happened to be seven.
poof~
A column of blood sprayed out from the throat of the person in front of each afterimage, spraying into the sky like a fountain.
The same method is a one-shot kill.
This time it was seven.
There is a violent storm outside the house, and bloody wind and rain in the house.
bang~bang~
The old ghost raised his hand and shot twice. He wanted to kill with one shot, and with one shot he wanted to block Liu Yanbo's theoretical next attack direction.
Yes.
The sharpshooter who followed Jiuye Thirty-one no longer had the confidence he had before. After firing two shots in a row, he was ready to fire a third shot.
In the old ghost's mind, Liu Yanbo seemed to be able to dodge these two shots in a row.
The afterimage is still there, but the people under the blood rain have disappeared.
Before the old ghost could fire the third shot, a cold light flashed in front of his eyes. He only felt a sudden pain in his wrist holding the gun. When he saw it clearly, his hand holding the gun had fallen to the ground.
The old ghost snorted and backed away quickly, enduring the pain of breaking his wrist, wanting to retreat to the side of Master Jiu who was outside the battle.
Whoosh~
A cold light pierced through the air and pierced fiercely into the old ghost's heart.
Boom~
Before even a trace of fear of death emerged from the old ghost's slack pupils, he had already fallen straight backwards, at the feet of Master Jiu.
Another one died.
Liu Yanbo finally stopped, and stood at the position where the old ghost stood and shot just now, squinting his eyes and looking at Master Jiu, and from the corner of his eyes, he glanced at the old man who was still sitting on the sofa.
Master Jiu didn't hold his hands behind his back anymore, and the old man didn't drink tea anymore.
In less than a minute, nine people were killed in a row.
Liu Yanbo is worthy of their high vigilance, even fear.
"Who the hell are you?"
Master Jiu's voice was gloomy, and he stared at Liu Yanbo with cold eyes. As for the old ghost lying at his feet, he didn't even look at it.
So what after thirty-one years
His Ninth Master is a hero, nostalgic and sad? He had no idea what these were.
Besides, now is not the time to be sentimental.
For many years, it has been a long, long time since no one has given me such a dangerous feeling, even more dangerous than all the dangers I have faced in the past combined.
He never believed that the young man in front of him was just a taxi driver.
"What can you do if you know? What can you do if you don't know?" Liu Yanbo asked back.
It is already a situation of endless death, no matter who is who, there will be no second way to go, is there any point in asking
Liu Yanbo shook his head, and asked indifferently: "Now there are only you two old guys left. Do you come together, or come one by one?"
His words were too hurtful, hurt Jiu Ye's self-esteem.
In an instant, a terrifying murderous intent erupted from Master Jiu. He walked straight towards Liu Yanbo, and said coldly, "You are indeed very strong, but I, Mr. Huang, did not get where I am today by luck. You Not the first person to try to kill me, and he won't be the last."
His Ninth Master was able to achieve what he is today because of his own ability.
Decades ago, the rivers and lakes were not playing the current killing without blood, it was the real era of fighting with white knives in and red knives out.
To be able to blaze a trail from that dark age to reach the pinnacle of life, his Ninth Master's fighting power can definitely stand the challenge. Even in recent years, it's not like he hasn't killed the number one killer in the world.
Liu Yanbo's fighting power is terrifying enough, but in the mind of Lord Jiu, he is just a frivolous young man with some ability, very dangerous, but not to be feared.
Liu Yanbo stood where he was, with a smile on the corner of his mouth under the mask: "I hope your strength is worthy of your self-confidence."
Master Jiu walked faster and faster, and when he was about two meters away from Liu Yanbo, he shook his right hand, and a Hidden Sword fell into his hand, stabbing straight at him.
Whoosh~
Just when Master Jiu was about to stab Liu Yanbo in the eye, the old man who had been sitting on the sofa finally made a move, and a deadly throwing knife went straight to Liu Yanbo's back heart.
Liu Yanbo turned sideways slightly, and shot again. His movements didn't look fast, and there were no afterimages that dazzled his eyes before, but—
The five fingers of his right hand were like hooks, and he clasped Master Jiu's wrist. His left hand was like a pincer, the middle finger and index finger caught the deadly throwing knife behind him.
Not fast, not slow, just right. (to be continued)