I, the tomb robbing storyteller, exposed the old nine gates at the beginning

“Soon after this life-and-death struggle in which the Black-backed Old Six participated, there were only a dozen or so people left on the Divine Platform.”

“But as long as you are a master, you only need to take a look at it, and you know that among these dozen people, the only one who can survive in the end is the black-backed old sixth!”

Zhang Lin’s words made everyone who listened to the book curious.

The master can know who the winner is at a glance?

Is it so mysterious?

At this time, I heard Zhang Lin say, “Do you remember what I said about the habit of the black-backed old sixth before?” ”

“He always went to the tomb alone, and everyone on the road said he had the paranoia of being killed.”

“But I said that this was a habit he had developed in the Brotherhood and the reason why he lived.”

“The black-backed old sixth not only shoots like a rat, but he also moves the sharp blade that dodges his attack, and his hands are dexterous like swallows, and slippery like loach.”

“There are so many people on the Divine Platform, none of them can match him!”

“Whenever and wherever he is, he will not light his back to the enemy.”

“And between these golden leads, there is absolutely no friendship, and they don’t even say a word.”

“They all look cold, because they don’t know when you’re going to cut me in half, and I’m going to cut you in three!”

“The wounded gold leads are cheaper than mud.”

“In order to survive, the black-backed sixth has long trained a set of his own code of conduct.”

“This is also the reason why after coming to Changsha, the people of the Old Ninth Gate felt that he was extremely indifferent!”

At this time, Old Lady Huo in the box on the second floor finally couldn’t help but breathe a long sigh of relief.

The past of that year was also completely put down by her in Zhang Lin’s story.

In fact, no one knows.

Mrs. Huo had looked for the black-backed old sixth in the past.

Because although the black-backed old sixth has a strange temper, his sword technique is unfathomable.

From this point alone, he is also a very powerful ally.

But after the black-backed old sixth smoked a big cigarette, he said to Huo Xiangu with a crazy face: “You look too ugly, I look disgusting.” ”

No one knew how much Huo Xiangu was hit at that time!

Her beauty is one of the best in the whole Changsha City!

Unexpectedly, it was actually said ugly by the black-backed old six?

In Huo Xiangu’s view, the old prostitute who accompanied the black-backed old sixth was ugly!

At that time, the black-backed old sixth was acting crazy, and Huo Xiangu did not understand it.

Now listening to Zhang Lin’s words, she probably understands that the experience of doing gold introduction in the Brotherhood is really too inhuman.

Enough to torture a normal person into madness!

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“The process of this fight can only be described by flesh and blood.”

“Above the altar, almost all of them are severed arms and limbs!”

“The blood of the gold not only dyes the shrine red, but even moistens the pebbles on the river beach and at the bottom of the river.”

“If you don’t believe me, you can go to the Jinsha River to see these pebbles, all or in part, showing an ambiguous, eerie ochre red.”

“This ochre red color is exactly the same as the dried blood.”

“According to that, it was the blood of those who had shed blood on the riverside over the years.”

“This kind of stone, there is also a name, it is called coagulation stone.”

“The life-and-death battle led by gold is twenty people from each of the three gangs.”

“So the chance of surviving is one in sixty.”

“Maybe someone will ask, shouldn’t the twenty members of this gang be in the same group?” Why one in sixties? ”

“You just have to listen to what was going on at the time of the fight.”

“When the notary announced the start of the fight, the people on the stone platform rushed forward with great speed, and the long blade swung and burst out a dazzling fierce light.”

“Every time the light of the blade flashed, there were blood beads spraying, and with the blood beads splashing around, they flew in the air and fell to the stone platform.”

“Even beyond the stone platform, there are all kinds of limbs.”

“Broken hands and feet, with blood flowers, splashing around, and you can’t even hear the clanging of sharp blades.”

“The sharp blade with the light of death, as it cuts through a person’s body, cuts through the flesh of a person, and cuts off a person’s bones, makes a strange and extraordinary brushing sound almost similar to a whisper.”

“The depression in the middle of the stone was filled with blood in less than half a minute.”

“All the people are slashing and killing like crazy, how can they still tell who is their own person and who is not their own person?”

“In order to survive, even if you are your own person, you must not hesitate to swing the blade!”

“Otherwise, it is you who die!”

Zhang Lin said this, and finally stopped.

Audience at the bottom, this is how to breathe.

When many people just listened to the book, they even forgot to breathe!

It is completely holding its breath, and the atmosphere does not dare to breathe.

All were shocked by Zhang Lin’s description!

Such a big fight that does not distinguish between the enemy and me, the slightest carelessness is the end of a broken hand and a broken foot!

It was a battle of one man against fifty-nine men.

And the black-backed old sixth not only won this battle, but even his body was not injured at all.

How is this not a legend?!

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