Everyone couldn't wait to see the fight, but the old man walked very slowly, like a bastard who made people scratch their heads.
As the old man walked, he knocked on the gong in his hand.
When he was halfway there, a man with a big knife suddenly came out of the buildings on both sides.
He continued walking, and after walking a few hundred meters, another man with a big knife followed in the queue.
When the old man reached the entrance of Zuihua Street, there were already four knife bearers standing behind him.
"It's about to start!" Everyone immediately lowered their voices, nervously waiting for the next fierce battle.
The old man held down the gong with one hand, his eyes scanned the four of Xiang Nan, and finally his eyes fell on Xiang Nan's face.
"Are you ready?" the old man asked.
Xiang Nan and his three brothers looked at each other, took off their shirts one after another, and exposed their upper bodies naked.
The old man was not in a hurry, pointed to Xiang Nan and the others with one finger, and said, "One, two, three, four."
"Four people, three knives for one person, six knives for two people, twelve knives for four people, twelve knives each."
Speaking of this, the old man looked back at the four knife bearers again, and said unhurriedly: "There is a rule in everything, and it is essential for people walking on the street to be knifed."
"But the person who uses the knife has to be careful. There are three 'nos', you have to remember clearly."
"If you don't cut off the limbs of the pick-up people, whether it's the head, the arms, the legs, or even the fingers, you can't cut them off, and you can't make the pick-up people lack body parts."
"Two don't stab the vital organs, the heart, brain, lower genitals, tendons, throat, and spine are not allowed."
"Three don't want human life, and the four of them have to go to the street, they can't be hacked to death in the street with twelve knives."
The four swordsmen nodded one after another and said, "Master, remember."
The old man smiled slightly and said, "Okay, let's start."
After all, the old man held the gong hammer and rang the gong with a bang.
The four sabers took a step forward at the same time and raised the giant saber high.
Xiang Nan and the others stood on the spot, motionless.
Swish!
Four giant knives fell at the same time, leaving a huge wound on the four of Xiang Nan!
The poison was applied to the knife, and the poison was effective for three days, and the wound could not heal within three days.
The wound left by this knife turned Xiang Nan and the others into flesh and blood, and even a little bit of bone was cut in.
But according to the rules, the body parts of warriors cannot be cut off, so bones can be chopped off, but not cut off.
Xiang Nan was stabbed in the back, from his left shoulder to his right buttock, the wound was shocking, and blood gushed out all at once.
Setting Yang was stabbed in the chest, from his collarbone to his right crotch, while Lan Tian was stabbed in the shoulder, which almost severed his entire arm.
Hei Lian was hit on the head with a knife, and the knife slashed from the forehead to the chin, splitting a face in half.
Lost blood.
The four of Xiang Nan began to lose blood rapidly, but during the process of being stabbed, they couldn't circulate their energy and couldn't maintain their physical strength, so the blood flow wouldn't stop automatically.
The best way is to cut the twelve knives immediately, but the old man's unhurried personality before has prepared the groundwork at this time.
It's over with a knife.
That damned old bastard was sitting on a chair by the side of the street, drinking tea unhurriedly.
The four of Xiang Nan stood on the spot without changing their expressions, but the blood was already flowing down the trouser legs to the ground, converging into a message.
The first serious problem brought about by massive blood loss is the weakening of strength.
Dry mouth, general weakness, dizziness.
The spectators had heard about walking the streets long ago, but few had actually seen it. Seeing such a cruel scene at this time, they couldn't help but feel their scalps go numb.
That damned old bastard, he hasn't ordered the second knife yet!
After the old man finished "sipping" the tea in small sips, he lazily rang the second gong.
Boom!
The four swordsmen slashed for the second time in unison.
This time, Xiang Nan was stabbed in the chest, Setting Yang was stabbed in the back, Lan Tian was stabbed in the thigh, and Hei Lian was stabbed in the stomach.
The bleeding doesn't stop, but the martial artist can regenerate blood in his body, but now, the speed of regenerating blood can't keep up with the speed of blood loss.
Walking the streets, those who can survive the first round are all men.
Someone whispered: "This old man also looks at people. If he finds that people walking on the street have a little timidity and panic, he will make things harder."
"If he sees people on the street being stubborn and unyielding, he will give him some benefits."
Sure enough, the old man looked up at Xiang Nan and the others, and nodded approvingly.
This old man has been fighting mentally, deliberately slowing down, deliberately taking this first step, and acting as if he can hardly pass it, just to delay you.
See if you are upset, if you are growing fearful.
However, Xiang Nan and the other four did not change their faces. None of them were afraid of death. On the contrary, some of them were people who wanted to die.
In the face of death, some of them are not timid, at most, they are just regretful.
"That's right, it looks good." The old man nodded, and struck the third gong with a bang.
Four knives were cut down, leaving deep wounds on the four of Xiang Nan.
At this time, it was only the third cut, and Lan Tian, who had the weakest physical defense, was already panting, but there was no trace of fear or hesitation in his eyes.
The old man nodded and knocked again.
He no longer intentionally slowed down time to make things difficult for Xiang Nan and the others.
After the fourth knife fell, there was still the sound of the gong.
Knock once, chop once.
After eight consecutive cuts, Lan Tian couldn't stand anymore. He fell into a pool of blood, but his eyes were still open and he didn't say a word.
He tried his best to get up several times, but he fell down again and again, and blood was splashed everywhere.
Hei Sickle was next, his body was staggering, and he was a little unsteady.
At this time, Xiang Nan stretched out his right hand to Lan Tian, and let Lan Tian grab his elbow and lift him up.
Lan Tian just leaned on Xiang Nan's shoulder, panting, but still didn't say a word.
The faces of the four were as pale as paper.
The old man saw Xiang Nan's actions, he stopped smiling, the only thing on his face was respect.
In times of crisis, there are really not many brothers who are willing to lend a helping hand.
The old man nodded, and personally brought a cup of tea over to Lan Tian, saying, "Drink it."
Lan Tian thanked her, and opened her mouth to drink the tea. This tea is real tea, without any spirit herb ingredients.
But at least, it quenches your thirst.
The old man nodded and struck the ninth gong with a bang.
A slash fell, and then the gong sounded, and another slash.
After ten cuts, Hei Lian couldn't stand up anymore, fell on his back and lay down straight.
Snapped.
The puddle of blood was splashed into a beautiful red picture.
Setting Yang stretched out his big hand, pulled Hei Lian up, and put his arm around Hei Lian's shoulder.
The cold wind became even colder, flakes of goose feathers fell, and the blood puddles on the ground had quickly frozen into red ice.
The four stood in the cold wind, Xiang Nan supported the blue sky, and the setting sun hugged the black sickle.
The place was quiet.
At this time, the mentality of watching the excitement gradually decreased, and what people showed more on their faces was a kind of respect for the strong.
This kind of respect has nothing to do with strength and realm.
"Is it okay?" The old man brought a cup of hot tea and handed it to Xiang Nan.
Xiang Nan took the teacup, handed it to Hei Lian, and said, "Come."
The old man nodded and struck the eleventh gong.
The eleventh knife fell!
The four people had been cut into disfigurement, their faces were unrecognizable, and their bodies were unrecognizable. Like four bloody monsters.