Go Crazy! You Call Me the Ultimate?

Following his order, the more than 20 subordinates let out a burst of screams, like a group of beasts that had lost their minds, and rushed over madly.

A cold light flashed in Er Yuehong's eyes, and four iron bullets hit her with a flick of her hand.

This time he showed no mercy, every iron bullet aimed at the fatal part!

Bang bang bang!

The iron bullets accurately hit the foreheads of the four people, even pierced through the hard skulls and directly into the brains!

After the brain is destroyed, it is basically dead.

A terrifying scene appeared!

Those four people should have died, but they continued to charge forward with barking teeth and claws as if nothing had happened.

From the blood hole on his forehead, blood mixed with brain matter flowed out. This kind of fatal injury should be dead.

what's going on! ?

Er Yuehong didn't have time to think about it, she raised her hands, and violently struck one of them.

The man was sent flying seven or eight meters away with a single palm, all the ribs in his chest were shattered, and all the internal organs were shattered.

But the man still didn't die, he turned over and got up from the ground.

The crazy crowd launched a tide-like onslaught.

Fortunately, Er Yuehong is strong, facing the siege, he opened his fists and kicks.

For a while, it is difficult for the enemy to get close, as long as they get close, they will be knocked down.

But the problem is, he can't eliminate these people!

These people were knocked down one by one, but got up again and again, no matter how much they were injured, they seemed to be fine.

This is no longer what humans can do.

Just like the zombies in a sci-fi movie, these people have become undead monsters!

After ten minutes of fierce fighting.

Er Yuehong was already drenched in sweat, and his physical strength was declining sharply at the age of [-].

If he can't break through the siege, he can only last for 5 minutes at most!

The baptist couldn't help laughing wildly.

"Er Yuehong, who is famous all over the world, is going to die in my hands today!"

"As long as you kill you, not only will you be rewarded, but you will also be famous all over the world!"

"Old man, can't you last too long? Hahaha!"

Er Yuehong frowned slightly, the situation was getting more and more critical, and he no longer had the energy to argue.

He regretted a little, if he hadn't given the Zhanlu Sword to Master Zhang Dafo.

With the magic weapon in hand, even if these people are monsters, they can be chopped into eight pieces.

Could it be that his fame in his lifetime is going to be buried here?

A sense of desolation and tragedy rose from his chest.

"It seems that I am really old."

At this time, a deep voice suddenly came from not far away.

"Second Master, you are not old yet."

The voice appeared behind the baptist. He was startled suddenly and looked back.

"Who?!"

When Er Yuehong heard the voice, she was also startled, and looked at her with astonished eyes.

I saw a cold light shining brightly under the moonlight.

The icy cold light made the baptist shiver uncontrollably.

A man appeared in the woods at some point, and stood quietly under the tree, as if he had stood there for 100 years.

With his back to the moonlight, he couldn't see his face clearly.

All he could see clearly was his tall and straight figure, as well as the breathtaking cold light in his hand.

There was an inconceivable look in Er Yuehong's eyes.

"Old Six? You... haven't died a long time ago!"

The man smiled lightly, the laughter was very jerky, as if forced out.

"Second Master, I should have died a long time ago, but I am still alive."

The baptist took a step forward, and only then did he see the face of the person coming.

It was an old man with white beard and hair, as old as Er Yuehong.

But the difference is that even though Er Yuehong is old, she is as calm and elegant as before.

But this old man holding a steel knife has nothing to do with elegance.

The rough outline was like carved out of steel, and behind the tough bridge of the nose was a pair of eagle-like eyes with a chilling gleam.

A head of snow-white long hair fluttering randomly behind his head, and a shabby clothes, like a beggar, but very clean and tidy.

The first impression he gave was that he was like a beast that could explode and hurt people at any time!

The whole body exudes a wild and fierce atmosphere, which is very different from the elegance of Er Yuehong.

The baptist swallowed, and took a step back involuntarily.

"Who are you?"

Under the invisible murderous aura, a chill rose from behind, this old man made him feel strongly uneasy!

The old man lightly raised the steel knife in his hand, it was a machete with a thick back.

"Even if you don't recognize me, you should still remember my knife."

"Remember, the one who killed you."

"It's the black-backed sixth child of Old Nine Gates!"

As soon as the words fell, the steel knife in his hand turned into a white light.

The distance between the two was five meters away, but in the blink of an eye, the steel knife fell on the baptist's head!

Chapter 266

After many years, Er Yuehong saw the familiar knife light again.

Among the old nine sects in Changsha decades ago, the most frightening one was not the ruthlessness of Chen Pi Asi, nor the tens of thousands of soldiers of Master Zhang Dafo, but the sword of the black-backed Lao Liu!

One person, one knife, shocked the entire Changsha city!

In that era of war and chaos, human life was as cheap as worthless, and the rivers and lakes at that time were extremely bloody.

Most of the big bosses of the old nine sects have their own forces, and there are a lot of masters under them. Master Zhang Dafo even holds an army in his hand, which can deter one side.

But only the black-backed sixth child is an exception. He has always been a loner, wandering the rivers and lakes, all with a knife in his hand!

His martial arts is not the best in the world, but no one dares to compete with him because he dares to fight!

He is a man of one word, and he must do what he says.

The first time he became famous in Changsha was because a local snake gang would bully a father and daughter who were performers, robbed them of their property, and robbed their daughter to sell them in a kiln.

After the black-backed sixth child heard about this incident, he took his knife and broke into the gang's territory alone.

He said to the gang leader at the time: "Hand over the man, and he won't die."

The opponent has more than 300 gang members, all of them are desperadoes, and there are many masters among them.

No one would care about a stranger's warning, let alone he was alone.

Therefore, the bloody storm that night made everyone remember the name of the black-backed sixth child.

Shocking shouts continued from evening to early morning, and the whole street was stained red with blood.

When he walked out of that street, more than 100 corpses were left behind, and more than 200 people had their hands and feet cut off. The entire gang was wiped out overnight!

And he was stabbed 28 times, but he didn't even frown, as if those injuries were not his.

From then on, no one dared to underestimate every word he said, and everyone knew that he was a ruthless person who did what he said and would not even take his life!

Even half Li and Chen Pi Asi, who are known for their viciousness, would be afraid when they saw the black-backed sixth child.

Half of Li is just ruthless, Chen Pi Asi is just mean and shameless, they are still considered normal people.

And the black-backed sixth child is a lunatic!

He carries his own knife with him wherever he goes, eats, sleeps, and goes to the toilet, and never leaves his knife 24 hours a day.

Moreover, he is a person who will draw his sword at any time when he disagrees with him, and he will chop as soon as he says, without hesitation!

Completely reckless, completely unreasonable playing cards, and a good knife.

Who dare not be afraid of such a lunatic?

Perhaps, in that era when demons danced wildly, such people could not be called lunatics, because that was their means of survival.

As the purest swordsman, he doesn't have the strategy of Master Zhang, nor the reputation of Er Yuehong, nor does he have a strong background and family background, the only thing he can rely on is the knife in his hand.

To be precise, he should be a representative figure of the older generation, the kind of person in martial arts novels who is happy to be kind and enmity.

Among the nine families of Lao Jiumen, only the black-backed Lao Liu left no descendants and lived alone all his life. It is said that he died of illness and was alone until his death.

Unexpectedly, after many years, that wild knife light appeared in this world again!

As before, without sloppiness.

With a simple cut, the head falls to the ground!

When the Baptist fell, those people controlled by him also fell to the ground.

Er Yuehong took a breath, walked over and said.