Chapter 47: Just right

Liu Yanbo didn't know when there was an extra fruit knife in his right hand.
The knife is three inches long, with a cold flash of light.
This ordinary fruit knife that can be seen everywhere in daily life, at this moment, it seems to be injected with vitality, as sensitive as a viper, bloodthirsty like a demon.
Liu Yanbo wears a pair of thick leather gloves, but this fruit knife that looks very uneasy is like growing on his hand.
The sword is unified, he wields the knife as he pleases
In addition to Jiuye and Lao Gui, there are eight people living in the undercurrent. Three of them are holding pistols in their hands.
This meeting room is very large, probably there are also dozens of flats, a group of people said that Dashan is no problem, but it is a bit small for fighting life and death.
In a crowded space, the effect of the gun is not much.
As soon as Liu Yanbo's reaction was really scary, he did not give them the opportunity to aim;
Secondly, they accounted for the disadvantage of overpopulation, easy to accidentally hurt.
Is the old fritters of life and death to discuss life, weighing the pros and cons has become an instinct.
The "undercurrent" three gunmen put away their pistols at almost the same time, pulled out their short knives and four other companions who drove toward Liu Yanbo.
Their group of nine people can be sent to rescue the "Undercurrent" Crown Prince. Of course, their skills are excellent, especially one of them is similar to Jiu Ye's old man. The momentum is amazing, and it looks extraordinarily strong.
He sat on the sofa, holding a small purple teapot in his hand, taking a sip from time to time.
He neither participated in the offensive nor looked up to see his dead companion. Even from beginning to end, he did not even look at Liu Yanbo.
This calm, even Jiujie is inferior to him.
Liu Yanbo has also noticed this old man for a long time, but he just glanced at random and didn't care.
In the world of, the talent who lives to the end has confidence.
He will be the one who lives to the end.
Cut the throat of the wretched man, Liu Yanbo's movements did not stop a trace, his left foot had not touched the ground, his right foot violently exerted force, ejected like a spring.
Seven people, seven positions, shot at almost the same time, all at the speed of the instant.
Someone jumped, some crouched ...
The seven knives pierced Liu Yanbo's face door, back neck, left waist, right armpit, thigh, ankle, and right heart mouth.
In the face of this coordinated seamless attack, Liu Yanbo did not retreat, but before they had completed the final offensive, he took the lead.
唰 ～
The blade is broken.
Liu Yanbo waved the fruit knife in his hand. He was like a gyro that was beaten violently, turning out a trace of afterimages, which happened to be seven.
噗 ～
Every person in front of the residual image sprayed a blood column in the throat, sprinkling like a fountain upward.
The same technique was all killed.
This time it was seven.
It was a storm outside, and a rain inside.
Bang ～ Bang ～
The old ghost raised his hand for two shots. He wanted to kill with one shot, and to seal Liu Yanbo's theoretical next attack direction with one shot.
Yes.
The sharpshooter who followed the 31st of Jiuye had lost his previous confidence. After two consecutive shots, he was ready to fire a third shot.
In the heart of the old ghost, Liu Yanbo seemed to be able to hide these two shots.
The residual image is still there, but the people under the blood rain have disappeared.
The old ghost hadn't had time to fire the third shot. The cold light flashed in front of him. He only felt the pain in his wrist holding the gun suddenly. When he could see clearly, his hand holding the gun had fallen to the ground.
The old ghost groaned, forced to retreat with the pain of broken wrist, and wanted to retreat to Jiuye outside the battle.
嗖 ～
Hanguang came through the air and plunged into the heart of the old ghost.
嘭 ～
The old ghost's pupils hadn't even had time to surface a fear of death. He had fallen back straight and fell at the foot of Jiuye.
Died again.
Liu Yanbo finally stopped and stood at the position where the old ghost had just stood and shot. He narrowed his eyes and looked at Jiuye. The remaining light in the corner of his eyes glanced at the old man who was still sitting on the sofa.
Nine Lord no longer carried his hands on his back, and the old man did not drink tea anymore.
Less than a minute, even killing nine people.
Liu Yanbo deserves to be highly vigilant and even afraid.
"Who the are you?"
The voice of Jiuye was gloomy, his eyes staring coldly at Liu Yanbo. As for the old ghost falling under his feet, he didn't even take a look.
What about after 31 years?
His nine grandfather, Xiong I, remember and sad? He had no idea what these were.
Not to mention, now is not the time to be sentimental.
For many years, no one has felt so dangerous for a long time, even more dangerous than all the dangers he faced in the past.
He never believed that the young man in front of him was just as simple as a taxi driver.
"What do you know? What can you do if you don't know?" Liu Yanbo asked rhetorically.
Is now an endless situation, no matter who is who will no longer have a second way to go, is it meaningful to ask?
Liu Yanbo shook his head and asked lightly: "Now there are only two of you old guys. Are you going together or are you coming one by one?"
His words were too hurtful, and hurt the self-esteem of Jiuye.
In an instant, a terrible murderous intention broke out in Jiuye. He walked straight to Liu Yanbo and said coldly: "You are indeed very strong, but I can't pick up someone from Huang by luck. You Not the first person who wants to kill me, nor the last one. "
His nine lords could have played today by his own ability.
A few decades ago, Jianghu played not the killing and bloodlessness of today, it was the era of real fighting with white knives in and red knives out.
Can kill a road from that dark age to reach the peak of his life, and his nine masters' fighting ability can definitely stand the challenge. Even in recent years, he has not killed the number one killer in the world.
Liu Yanbo's fighting power is terrifying enough, but in Jiuye's heart, he is just a young man who is a little frivolous, very dangerous, but not afraid.
Liu Yanbo stood on the spot, a smile on the corner of his mouth under the mask said: "I hope your strength is worthy of your confidence."
Jiuye walked faster and faster, and when he was about two meters away from Liu Yanbo, he shook his right hand, a sleeved sword fell into his hand, and came straight.
嗖 ～
Jiuye was about to stab Liu Yanbo's eyes, and the old man who had been sitting on the sofa finally shot, and took a flying knife to take Liu Yanbo's heart.
Liu Yanbo turned sideways, and shot again, his movements did not look fast, without the dazzling afterimages of the Dao, just--
Five fingers of his right hand were like hooks, which caught Jiuye's wrist. The left hand was like a pliers, and the middle and index fingers caught the flying knife behind him.
Is not fast or slow, just just good.