Immortal Martial God

We can't wait to see the fight, but the old man walked very slowly, like a scratchy bastard.

As he walked, the old man knocked the Gong in his hand.

When he walked to the middle of the time, on both sides of the building, suddenly came out a man carrying a knife.

He continued to walk, walked a few hundred meters, and a man with a big knife followed the line.

When the old man came to the entrance of zuihua street, there were four knife bearers standing behind him.

"It's going to start!" The crowd immediately lowered their voices, nervously waiting for the next fierce battle.

The old man pressed the gong with one hand, and his eyes swept over Xiangnan's four people. Finally, his eyes fell on Xiangnan's face.

"Ready." Asked the old man.

Xiang Nan and his three brothers looked at each other, took off their coats one after another, and bared their upper body.

The old man was not in a hurry. He pointed to them with one finger and said, "one, two, three, four."

"Four, three for one, six for two, twelve for four, twelve for each."

At this point, the old man looked back at the four knife bearers and said, "there's a rule for everything. It's essential for street walkers to get a knife."

"But the man who cuts should also be careful. There are three" no's ". You should remember them clearly."

"If you don't cut off the body, you can't cut off the head, the arms and legs, or even the fingers. You can't let the walker lack body parts."

"If you don't poke the heart, brain, lower Yin, hand, foot, throat and spine, you can't poke them."

"Three don't want people's lives. The four of them have to go to the street. They can't be killed in the street with twelve knives."

The four swordsmen nodded one after another and said, "master, remember."

The old man gave a little smile and said, "OK, let's start."

Having said that, the old man, holding a gong and hammer, banged the gong.

Four swordsmen step forward at the same time and lift the huge sword high.

Xiangnan four people are standing on the spot, motionless.

Shua!

Four huge knives fell at the same time, leaving a huge wound on the four people in Xiangnan!

Apply poison on the knife. It's effective for three days. The wound can't heal within three days.

The wound left by this knife, straight let Xiang Nan their flesh and blood turned out, even the bones were cut in a little.

But according to the rules, the body parts of the warrior can't be cut off, so the bones can be cut, but they can't be cut off.

Xiang Nan was stabbed in the back, from his left shoulder to his right buttock. The wound was shocking, and the blood gushed out.

The setting sun was stabbed in the chest, one from the clavicle to the right hip, while the blue sky was stabbed in the shoulder, which nearly cut off his whole arm.

Black sickle is the head in the knife, a knife from the forehead split chin, a face to split in half.

I lost blood.

Xiangnan four people began to lose blood quickly, but in the process of being stabbed, they could not run vigorous Qi and maintain their body strength, so the blood flow would not stop automatically.

The best way is to cut the twelve knives at once, but the old man's slow personality made the groundwork at this time.

It's done with a knife.

That damned old bastard is sitting on a chair on the street, drinking tea.

Xiang Nan's four people stood on the spot with their faces unchanged, but the blood had already flowed to the ground along their trouser legs and gathered into a piece of news.

The first serious problem caused by massive blood loss is the weakening of strength.

Dry mouth, weakness, dizziness.

Spectators have heard of walking on the street for a long time, but few of them have seen it. Seeing such a cruel scene, they can't help feeling numb.

That damned old bastard, he hasn't ordered a second knife!

After the old man sipped the tea, he knocked the second Gong lazily.

Bang!

Four swordsmen split the second knife together.

This time, Xiang Nan was stabbed in the chest, the setting sun in the back, blue sky in the thigh, and black sickle in the stomach.

The blood flow is not enough, but the warrior's body can return blood to regenerate, but now, the speed of returning blood can't catch up with the speed of losing blood.

Walking on the street, it's all men who can carry the first round.

Someone whispered: "the old man also looks at people. If he finds that people walking on the street are a little timid and frightened, he will be more difficult."

"If you see a street walker who is indomitable, he will do you some good."

Sure enough, the old man looked up at Xiang Nan and nodded approvingly.

The old man has been fighting against the heart, deliberately slowing down the speed, deliberately taking the first step to get the knife, showing that he can hardly carry it over, that is to give you time.See if you're upset, if you're more scared.

However, Xiang Nan's four people did not change their face. They were not afraid of death. On the contrary, some of them were once dedicated to death.

In the face of death, some of them are not timid, at most, they are just regret.

"Yes, it's a little bit like that." The old man nodded and banged the third Gong.

Four knives cut off, Qi brush left a deep wound on the four people of Xiang Nan.

At this time, it was just the third knife. The blue sky, which had the worst body defense, was already panting. But in his eyes, there was no fear and hesitation.

The old man nodded and knocked again.

He didn't deliberately delay time to make Xiangnan difficult for them.

After the fourth knife fell, it was followed by the sound of the gong.

Knock, chop.

After chopping eight knives, the blue sky could not stand any longer. The whole person fell into a pool of blood, but still kept his eyes open and didn't say a word.

He tried several times to get up, but fell down again and again, splashing blood everywhere.

Black sickle took the second place, his body was wobbly, and he was a little unsteady.

At this time, Xiang Nan stretched out his right hand to the blue sky, let the blue sky grab his elbow and lift him up.

The blue sky leaned on Xiang Nan's shoulder, panting, still silent.

Four of them were as pale as paper.

The old man saw Xiang Nan's action. He no longer laughed. The only thing on his face was respect.

In the face of danger, there are not many brothers willing to help each other.

The old man nodded, personally brought a cup of tea to the blue sky, said: "drink."

Blue sky thanks and drinks the tea. It's real tea without any lingcao ingredients.

But at least, it can quench thirst.

The old man nodded and banged the ninth Gong.

A knife cut off, and then the sound of gongs, another knife.

Ten knives later, the black sickle also can't stand, the whole person fell on his back, straight lying down.

Pop.

The xuewa was splashed into a beautiful red picture.

The setting sun stretched out his big hand, pulled up the black sickle and put one hand around its shoulder.

The cold wind is colder, the snow flakes fall, and the blood pool on the ground has quickly frozen into red ice.

Four people standing in the cold wind, Xiang Nan holding the blue sky, the setting sun holding the black sickle.

The scene was quiet.

At this time, the mentality of watching the crowd is gradually decreasing, and people's faces show more respect for the strong.

This respect has nothing to do with strength and realm.

"It's OK." The old man brought a cup of hot tea to Xiang Nan.

Xiang Nan took the cup and handed it to Hei sickle, saying, "come on."

The old man nodded and struck the eleventh Gong.

The eleventh cut!

Four people, who had been chopped down, were no longer in shape. Their faces could not be recognized as faces, and their bodies could not be recognized as bodies. It's like four bloody monsters.