Lin Song was slightly stunned and looked at the black man's hand. He saw a white man strode over, holding something in his hand.

This guy was very fast and his face was extremely fierce. As the distance approached, the guy suddenly accelerated and jumped up ten meters away from Lin Song, holding an iron rod in his hand and smashed it hard towards Lin Song.

Lin Song's eyes were wide open. Seeing the iron rod falling down, he suddenly turned sideways, dodged the iron rod, and at the same time stretched out his hands, grabbed the guy's arm, and suddenly fell to the ground.

With a loud bang, the man was hit hard by Lin Song, but this was not the end. Lin Song suddenly kicked the guy in the neck.

The speed is fast and the power is extremely powerful. He killed himself with one move. The white killer, before he could react, lay on the ground motionless.

Lin Song clapped his hands and snorted coldly, "This kind of guy is also used to express his feelings. The ghost sword has the kind of fighting for himself." The sound is not loud, but it is extremely penetrating. He believes that the ghost sword can be heard.

The others gathered around and looked at the white man lying on the ground. The black man Marseille touched the guy's nose with his hands, and his breath was gone.

He was startled and looked at Lin Song with a surprised look on his face and said, "Brother, you kill him. He is one of the eight kings of the Ghost Sword."

Lin Song snorted coldly, he must be steady and ruthless in dealing with these people. Any ruthlessness will leave hidden dangers on himself.

At this moment, the sound of clanging clang sounded, and everyone in the aisle was startled and quickly returned to their cell.

The black man Marseille patted Lin Song on the shoulder and said, "Brother, be careful, the Eight Heavenly Kings of the Ghost Knife are here." After he said that, he quickly rushed into a cell.

In less than two seconds, the entire aisle was empty, leaving Lin Song standing in the middle of the aisle with a big golden sword.

Not long after, there were heavy footsteps coming from behind. Judging from the sound, there were seven people in total.

Lin Song frowned slightly, turned around, and saw seven people walking towards him in big strides.

These people are tall, weight, and high muscle bulges. It is obvious that they are all Jianjiazi, and judging from the aura emitted by these people, they have all killed people.

These people soon came to Lin Song, five meters away. The guy in the lead squatted down and touched the murdered prisoner with his hands. He stood up and stared at Lin Song and shouted, "You killed him."

"That's right, it's me, is the ghost knife coming?" Lin Song said coldly.

The guy in the lead was as black as black charcoal. He glared at Lin Song and said, "Well, please, please." After saying that, he stretched out his big hand and made a gesture of inviting him.

At the same time, the seven people automatically flashed to both sides of the aisle, giving way to Lin Song.

Lin Song was a little surprised. He thought they were going to fight, but he didn't expect these people to give way to him. Could it be that Ghost Dao was going to fight him one-on-one?

He looked at the seven people, their eyes flashed with angry eyes, and they were reluctant to eat Lin Song.

He smiled and said, "Don't you want to kill me?" After saying that, he walked forward with big strides, making a harsh friction sound because he was still wearing shackles.

Just as Lin Song passed by seven people, the seven people showed their blades almost at the same time and shouted loudly for the black and strong man in the capital: "Of course I want to kill you, isn't it more appropriate now?"

Following his words, the seven people held short swords in their hands and stabbed Lin Song fiercely.

A sneer flashed across Lin Song's mouth. He had thought of this for a long time. His body suddenly accelerated and quickly rotated, and his whole body seemed like a **.

The iron chain on his body played a huge role and actually became Lin Song's protective armor. Seven people and seven short swords were all blocked by the iron chain.

The sound of dingdong and dingdong sounded, and all seven short knives broke and fell to the ground, making a crisp sound.

The seven people were startled and their mouths grew, and they were very surprised.

Lin Song did not stop. The iron chain in his hand almost wrapped around the necks of seven people at the same time. He suddenly exerted force, and the seven people did not even make a sound, and all fell to the ground.

Lin Song held the iron chain in his hand and walked forward step by step, while the seven people were dragged forward by him with the iron chain.

The seven people were already dead. Lin Song didn't know where the ghost knife was. He waved his hand and threw the seven people out with an iron chain and landed on the aisle in front.

He said loudly: "Ghost Knife, you are a turtle, you have a genital to fight it yourself."

At this time, the Ghost King was in another row of houses, he was alone in a single room, and there was a large TV on the wall, and everything Lin Song had just done was played.

The Ghost King stood up with a rubbing finger, his fist clenched, and hit the screen hard. The screen instantly shattered, and countless glass slags were scattered on the ground.

He shouted loudly: "I'm going to kill him."

"Ghost King, be careful, don't forget our purpose. So far, that guy in the water prison has not said a word." A warning behind the Ghost King said.

"I've had enough and I don't want to care about this anymore. I'm leaving this ghost place." The ghost king said loudly. After saying that, he pushed away the warning, and walked out with a long knife in his hand.

The warning shook his head helplessly and said to himself: "It seems that Brother Hu, you are right. This guy is just a man and can't make a difference."

Lin Song cursed a few words in the corridor alone, feeling that it was meaningless. He was about to go back to rest when suddenly a slight footstep sound came, from far to near, and with a powerful murderous aura.

Lin Song frowned slightly, and opened his eyes wide and looked forward.

As the distance got closer, people could see clearly that a guy who was 1.9 meters tall, covered in black and dark skin, was like black charcoal.

This guy carried a long sword and was walking over step by step, emitting a very powerful murderous aura on his body.

It is obvious that this person is much stronger than the eight people before.

Lin Song said subconsciously: "You are the Ghost King."

"That's right, this is your last time to speak, die." The Ghost King shouted, waving the ghost-headed sword and rushed towards Lin Song.

Lin Song didn't dare to neglect. He could see that this guy's ghost-headed sword was very heavy, at least a hundred kilograms. The ghost-headed sword that could dance a hundred kilograms was absolutely powerful.

He sideways and avoids the Ghost King's sword, grabbed the Ghost King's wrist, and said loudly: "Just this little ability, you're so weak." While he was speaking, he used force on his hands.

The Ghost King originally wanted to shake off Lin Song's big hand, but soon he found that Lin Song's hand was getting stronger and stronger, and he could not break free. Moreover, he was held by his wrist. The Ghost Head Knife could not control it. He let go of his hand, and with a clang, the Ghost Head Knife landed on the ground.

The Ghost King was surprised and was caught with just one move. His strength was too strong, but he was not convinced. He pulled out a short knife from his waist with his other hand and said loudly: "Go to die," and stabbed Lin Song hard.
Chapter completed!