Genius commoner

Chapter 1112 Song Guangshi died
When the gray-clothed old man twisted his body and knelt on the ground showing surprise, the car door was already quietly opened, and a thin figure floated out.

Before the old man in gray could say the word "be careful", Master Xingyun had already made a move!

He looked as thin as a bamboo pole, and a gust of wind could knock him down.

But as soon as he made a move, the five killers who blocked him couldn't resist. The old man in gray clothes twitched his lips when he saw his move. , Master Xingyun made two moves, and the five killers who swung their knives to kill had already retreated six steps, breaking two of their sabers.

Naturally, the five killers were not easy. They also showed their arrogance just now, and their hands were stained with the blood of more than a dozen Song's bodyguards, but they retreated six steps, but they still couldn't escape Master Xingyun's hand. Master Xingyun is like a Tathagata Like a Buddha, they oppressed them with one hand. In desperation, they single-handedly blocked them in front of them, trying to stop them.

Master Xingyun stretched out his arms, and after pressing down the five sabers, he slapped one of them directly on the chest. His palm looked limp and powerless, but the killer who was shot roared angrily, spurted blood, and flew into the air. The whole person fell to the ground like a kite with a broken string. After a few twitches, he became silent. He was not dead, but he was seriously injured.

In this neutral position, Master Xingyun had already grabbed his saber, swung it lightly, and a faint ray of light flashed by, but the four killers heard a clang in the crossbar, lightly in his hand, the front half of the saber broke instantly and fell to the ground, and the next Master Miao Xingyun leaned forward, and the four of them retreated with a drastic change in expression. They clutched their injured abdomen and retreated with a muffled grunt.

Another six killers surrounded him, Master Xingyun waved his left hand, and a string of Buddhist beads flew across, like a shooting star, at an extremely fast speed.

Although the six assassins were tyrannical, they had no other way to deal with the menacing Buddha beads, only to chop them down with one knife.

The swords of the six men are powerful and heavy, extremely fierce.

However, the Buddhist beads directly knocked all the sharp weapons in their hands away.

In the next second, Nebula appeared in front of them.

The speed at which the prayer beads were drawn was already fast enough, but Master Xing Yun's speed was even faster.

Before the six people had time to retreat, they were hit in the chest, and they flew out with a muffled grunt. With four breaths, the siege formation of the six people disappeared into nothingness.

The expressions of the people in the back changed slightly, and they subconsciously kicked up a few corpses of the Wulian Society and smashed them out, smashing them towards Master Xingyun with momentum, Master Xingyun frowned slightly, and with a wrong hand, he hugged the corpse lightly Put it back on the ground, at this moment, the old man in gray roared, jumped over the crowd, and rushed towards Master Xingyue.

He punched out.

Master Hsing Yun's face remained unchanged. With a light wave of his skinny left hand, he not only slapped the gray-clothed old man's fist, but also brushed his fingers across the latter's chest. It seemed an understatement, but the gray-clothed old man was shocked. "Yeah!" He groaned again, spat out a mouthful of blood, fell seven or eight meters heavily, his face was very pale.

The whole audience froze, and even the rain seemed to be much less.

The killer also became dead silent, looking at Master Xingyun in shock. The existence of this person is simply a pervert in the world, and it also made their mission more variable.

The old man in gray wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and said in a low voice: "Master Xingyun?"

This sound seemed to be an inquiry, but also a warning.

Master Xingyun sighed softly: "Why bother?"

"The grievances and grievances of the Jianghu, the reciprocity of etiquette, is very normal."

The old man in gray tried his best to mediate the injury, and shouted word by word: "It's just that you, a monk, came out to kill, don't you feel sorry for the Buddha?"

Master Xingyun responded lightly: "Watching the killing and being indifferent, this is the one who is sorry for the Buddha."

"Master, don't listen to them. They killed the white fox and senior brother. Your action is justifiable revenge."

Song Guangshi tore off a collar: "You are seeking justice for your dead brother, and the Buddha will never blame you."

The old man in gray exhaled a long breath to calm his blood, and then sneered: "Killing is killing, how can it be justified? The Buddha is just your fig leaf." Then he stared coldly at Song Guangshi and hummed: "President Song, tonight, even if we all fall, we will kill you at any cost."

"80 people, the moment they set foot on Siye, they didn't want to go back alive."

"Still stubborn when you are about to die? Master, kill them! Kill them!"

Song Guangshi saw Master Xingyun so many powerful enemies in seconds, although he didn't kill the latter out of mercy, but this overbearing made him drenched, and he shouted to the remaining members of the Wulianhui: "Brother Guys, stop it for me, stop it, tonight, you can't let one person go, if there is a master to make a move, no matter how many people there are, he will never return."

More than a dozen people quickly dispersed, blocking both ends of the street.

Although there are dozens of killers around the gray-clothed old man, in Song Guangshi's eyes, these are destined to be the losers tonight, and the seriously injured Hei Yue, who was helped to the side, also struggled to say: "Master, for them Don't be merciful, kill them, they must be Ye Gong's people, kill them to avenge the white fox and senior brother."

"kill,,,,"

While Master Hsing Yun looked at the upright gray-clothed old man with peaceful eyes, Song Guangshi took out the wet cigar box from his pocket, squeezed out one and lit it, feeling that the overall situation was settled, and told his subordinates to inform the support to slow down. He would rather see Master Hsing Yun kill the killer in front of him than a large number of gangsters or military police rushing to kill the assailant.

At this moment, Master Xingyun looked at the old man in gray and the others: "Put down your weapons and surrender. I can promise you that President Song will not kill you."

The old man in gray laughed wildly, flashing two sharp knives with both hands: "Master, I have already said that we came with the order of death."

He pointed with a sharp knife: "Kill!"

Dozens of killers roared, "Kill!"

As morale erupted to its peak, dozens of killers were divided into two. More than 30 people followed the old man in gray and went straight to Master Xingyun, and more than a dozen people rushed to Song Guangshi. Halfway down the street, Song Guangshi took a step back and yelled at his subordinates: "Kill them, kill them..."

Several people pulled out their pistols and pulled the trigger on the killer. After the sound of gunshots, the five killers fell to the ground with muffled groans, with blood spattered from their bodies.

The other killers threw out their sharp weapons and knocked down the gunmen, and then there was a scuffle, and the scene became chaotic again.

Facing the siege of dozens of people, Master Xingyun showed no emotion on his face. He stretched out his left hand and waved it unhurriedly. The thin hand passed through the light of the knife lightly, and hit the old man in gray precisely. Sharp knife, when!The sharp knife shattered in an instant and fell to the ground, and then the sleeves were swept away, and the fragments were reflected, and several people screamed.

The old man in gray swung his knife three times in a row to block the fragments.

Master Xingyun is powerful and unshakable, but for some reason, there is no joy on his face, apart from the feeling of excessive blood, there is also a little uneasiness.

He vaguely felt that there was a powerful murderous intent in the dark.

At this time, there were more than a dozen Wulianhui supporters at the back door and on both sides. Song Guangshi became more confident and shouted: "Kill them! Kill them all!"

The corner of Hei Yue's mouth also showed pleasure, she provoked her enemies tonight, and all of them were going to die, so it can be regarded as a big gift to Ye Zixuan...

She fantasized about Ye Zixuan's angry expression when he knew the killer was wiped out.

Just when several people were holding the swords and guns to protect Song Guangshi, who was like a trapped beast, a figure burst out from the support crowd pouring in from the back door. A simple bamboo knife burst into light in the night sky, "Ah!" The sound was almost superimposed, and then Song Guangshi, who turned his head, saw four soldiers flying, their chests were bright red, and the knife wounds were dazzling.

Song Guangshi's face changed drastically. He didn't expect someone to approach him disguised as a bodyguard, let alone a master.

Tang Xueyi, who was in the crowd, stabbed again, and with a thunderous blow, three more members of the Wulian Society fell under the knife. The next second, Tang Xueyi directly rushed towards Song Guangshi, so fast that the bodyguards around him were all shocked. It was too late to rush to block, the knife flashed, and the point where the gun was locked had already missed, and the two personal bodyguards felt a sharp pain in their necks.

The two bodyguards swayed and fell to the ground. They didn't expect this person to be so sharp and domineering. Before they closed their eyes, they wanted to see the enemy's face clearly, but only one figure was left behind.

Sensing the danger, Song Guangshi retreated a few steps, instinctively shouted, wanting Master Xingyun to make a rescue, and at the same time grabbed a gun to defend himself.

As soon as the words were uttered, a Buddhist bead shot out.

The Buddha beads went straight to Tang Xueyi's back, and once again besieged Wei and rescued Zhao.

It's just that Tang Xueyi ignored the attack of the Buddhist beads, his eyes were still fixed on Song Guangshi, and he stabbed forward with the bamboo knife.

With a loud noise, the Buddhist beads hit Tang Xueyi's back. The latter's body shook, and a mouthful of blood spewed out of his mouth. Song Guangshi was overjoyed.

When he probed the muzzle of the gun, he wanted to fill it up.

It's just that his smile stagnated quickly, because he found that Tang Xueyi's body, with the help of the power of the prayer beads on his back, drew the distance between the two of them closer with a whoosh.

And the bamboo knife, which was still three feet away, stuck to the gun in Song Guangshi's hand coldly and pierced his throat.

Song Guangshi's body shook violently, and bloody arrows spewed out from his throat.

Dye the bamboo knife red!

(End of this chapter)