Chapter 960: Two hundred sixty four

Chapter 960 Chapter 264: The Dead
The remaining eleven Taibaos at Lianguan didn't expect that Tang Luo offered them a condition to kill each other, and the Taibaos began to be silent and quietly separated from the "brothers" around them.
"What are you doing!" The young man who turned over to the ground did not dare to say: "When the Lianguan Thirteen Taibao bowed to worship, it was not a vow that everyone should share the blessings and the difficulties. Kill this wicked man! Why should brothers be afraid!?"
No one answered, there was only death-like silence in the tavern. The cowering appearance of the Taibaos was too far from the heroic spirit of the once heroic and dry clouds. The young man only felt that the sky was spinning, he couldn't figure out why the brothers became like this.
There was sorrow and anger in his eyes, and more powerlessness. Then, he saw Wu Ge stand up and face himself.
"Brother Wu is really different from everyone else!"
The young man only felt warm in his heart, and said loudly: "Brother Wu, even if you and my brother die here today, we will never let this villain look down upon our 13th Taibao at Lianguan!"
After that, he turned his head and said viciously towards Tang Luo: "I want us to kill each other and be your spring and autumn."
Before the word "dream" was spoken, the sallow-looking middle-aged man had already turned a wrist blade out of his sleeve, and gently waved it down as the young man spoke harshly to Tang Luo.
The cold light flashed, and a wound appeared on the young man's body. From the right shoulder to the left rib, hot blood gushed out, taking away the warmth from the young man's body.
The young man lowered his head, looked at the bleeding wound, turned his head incomprehensibly, and looked at the man called "Brother Wu" for an explanation, but what came into view was a direct kick to his heart and lungs. Pedal.
"Boom. Boom!"
The young man was kicked by the sallow-looking middle-aged man to a distant wall, knowing his life or death.
And this also heralded the official start of the Lianguan Thirteen Taibao's fight.
The Taibaos took out their weapons and battled together. Everyone did their best to survive. Their main target was this middle-aged man called "Brother Wu".
It can be seen that this sallow-faced man should be the leader of the Thirteen Taibao, not only the oldest, but also the highest cultivation base.
What makes people feel even more amazing is his wrist blade technique. This short blade held in his hand is also called a Hidden Blade.
Except for assassins and assassins, very few people consider this kind of weapon as their major, because in a battle of horses and wagons, the power of this weapon will not be more lethal than a chopper.
The short sword hidden in the sleeves is not only concealed enough to facilitate sneak attacks, but it can hardly give any advantages. When it comes to true power, it is even worse than pointing a tiger or punching.
It stands to reason that such unpopular weapons are very rare even in the sect holy land, but Wu Ge's skills are extraordinary.
Even in the face of two or three people’s siege, he still looks like he is advancing and retreating. Every time his wrist blade is swiped, he can open one’s meridians and blood vessels. Even in the face of some unavoidable attacks, he will take action. A fierce play of injury for injury.
Under Wu Ge's wrist, the men he called "brothers" died one by one. At this moment, Wu Ge didn't have the appearance of a slave who had just bowed to his knees, that ruthless appearance, like the coldest-blooded killer.
This kind of calmness and trade-off between life and death is definitely not something you can figure out by yourself just by picking up a secret book. The use of this level must be systematically trained, and that person should be a killer who is proficient in wrist blades. Or dead man.
"It's kind of interesting."
Tang Luo put his hands on the table and watched Wu Ge kill the Quartet. The result of this battle was actually set from the beginning. After all, compared to other opponents who are still using human-level spiritual skills, Brother Wu used the wrist blade technique of the true yellow rank top grade, and a set of yellow rank body techniques, so it was strange that he could lose.
With more and more casualties, the rest of the Taibaos were emotionally broken, and they were ready to flee, but they did not understand that facing the cold-blooded killer with their backs was the most dangerous thing in the world. When the sword passed the last Taibao On the back of his neck, Brother Wu, who was covered in blood, stepped across the corpses all over the floor and knelt down in front of Tang Luo.
"My lord, the villain has fulfilled your request."
"Yeah, good job." Tang Luo nodded, pointed his finger at the young Taibao who didn't know his life or death by the wall, and chuckled: "It's just that I'm very curious. Why didn't you slash him with the first blow of your wrist blade? If you save this time, according to your killing efficiency, you should not suffer such severe injuries."
The sallow-looking middle-aged man gave a wry smile: "I can't hide anything from an adult."
Having said this, the man took a deep breath and knocked on the ground: "My lord, you said that there is only one living person in the Thirteenth Taibao. Now the villain has killed the others. If the villain slays himself, the adult can Do you let him go?"
"Oh?" Tang Luo crossed his fingers and said curiously: "Are you going to give up the chance that you got so desperately to that kid?"
As he said, Brother Wu put his wrist blade on his neck and looked at the young man lying on the corner of the wall with nostalgia, and then looked firmly at Tang Luo, his eyes full of prayers.
"It's kind of interesting."
Tang Luo smiled and said: "It's not impossible. You answer a few questions, and I agree to this condition. How about?"
"My lord, please!"
"Are you a killer or a wind agent?"
"Small is a killer and a wind vector."
"Then this clever wrist blade technique makes sense. Okay, you die."
"Thank you, sir!"
Brother Wu smiled with joy, and with a stroke of his wrist, he pulled a big opening in his neck, blood poured out, the man gradually became weak, his body was chilling, and those things that had been forgotten suddenly appeared in his eyes.
There is a lotus village on the edge of Lianguan city. The lotus pond in the center of the village is named after the lotus pond. More than ten years ago, there was a prodigal son in the lotus village. He lost the house and the fields overnight and borrowed loan sharks from the gang because of facelessness. For my parents, I am afraid of gang debt collection.
The prodigal son left his elderly parents and pregnant wife in the village, and escaped from Lianguan by night.
The prodigal who was in a disaster did not dare to turn his head. I remembered the letter from a friend saying that he was panning for gold in Beimang. With good luck, hundreds of gold nuggets were bought in one day. Once he gritted his teeth, he went along Hebei to prepare to join Beimang for gold panning. Friends.
Based on his memory, he found the mine where his friend was all his life. He thought it was a chance to stand up, but he came to the real hell.
It turns out that this gold mine belongs to the powerful Beiman clan. Because Beimang mountains are vast and sparsely populated, and the death rate of miners is extremely high, the slaves bought died in the mountains within a few months, so the mine owners took the trouble. Road, the idea of ​​abduction.
(End of this chapter)