Girls are reserved, how can Yu Chun do this?

Jia Simiao sat in the car, lit a cigarette and held it in his mouth, and took a few sips. He was depressed no matter how he thought about it. He did not feel pride and complacent because he took away a girl's first time.

It is really the best to be a human being. Yes, Zhang Mi is also so proactive, but she is different from Zhang Mi. She has saved Zhang Mi and captured her confidence. But what about Yu Chun? Before returning to Nanjiang City, the two had no intersection.

Fortunately, this is not the first time in my life. Otherwise, Jia Simiao would have searched for a noodle to hang it and fell to death.

The car is not very fast, and there is nothing else to do.

After walking forward for a while, when it was about to reach the bar, a van suddenly crossed from the front and blocked the way. Behind him, another van surrounded him, blocking his back. Then, the doors of the two vans opened and walked out of the inside. More than a dozen people. Just a glance, Jia Simiao's heart skipped a beat. This time he encountered a tough guy.

They were all black-clothed, black trousers, and black hooded hoods were holding bright knifes in their hands. The only difference was their chest embroidery. Some were yellow, some were blue, and two people were golden.

Black Knife, they are the most powerful knife hand organization in the history of Nanjiang City. Hu Ye told him about this matter that the knife hand under Black Knife is divided into third-rate, the third-rate is the monthly rent of 10,000 yuan, one dies to compensate Black Knife 500,000 yuan, and the yellow knife embroidered on the chest. The second-rate knife hand has a monthly rent of 100,000 yuan, and one dies to compensate Black Knife 1 million yuan, and the blue knife embroidered on the chest.

At that time, Master Hu didn't say what the first-class knife hand is. But now, Jia Simiao finally knew that the person with golden embroidery on his chest must be the first-class knife hand.

In the Shuiyunjian Bar, Jia Simiao killed several sword hands in order to kill the Big Gold Teeth, one of which was a second-rate sword hands. However, Jia Simiao let the rest of the sword hands go. He knew that the black sword would definitely come to him, but he didn't expect that their movement would be so fast.

Jia Simiao jumped out of the car, lit another cigarette and held it in his mouth, then gently closed the car door, and said lightly: "Is the black knife there? If he comes, I want to talk to him."

The golden knife hand sneered, "Just because of you, I want to see our boss? Next year is your death day, so you should think more about yourself."

Jia Simiao frowned and said, "There is no need to be so domineering, right? Yes, I admit that I am the one who killed Black Knife. But you are going to kill me, I am defending myself, understand? The Black Knife organization is not easy to establish. I don't want to see Black Knife collapse like this. So, I advise you to stop quickly."

I have seen an arrogant person, and it is the first time I have seen a arrogant person like Jia Simiao. This time, in order to kill him, even the first-class swordsman who rarely takes action came out. It can be seen that the Black Knife organization is determined to get rid of Jia Simiao. Jia Simiao can imagine this, but is it that Black Knife itself wants to kill him, or is someone hired Black Knife to kill him?

They both kill themselves, but their meaning is different from one hundred and eight thousand miles.

When Jia Simiao asked this question, the golden knife hand smiled gloomyly and said, "Do you think we will tell you? We are knife handmen, we only obey the black knife, and we will not say anything else."

Jia Simiao smiled bitterly and said, "Is there no other way to resolve it?"

"have."

"What?"

"The head on your neck."

The golden knife hand was quite conceited and confident, so that the rest of the people would not move. He held a long knife and rushed towards Jia Simiao with big steps. The tip of the knife was on the ground, hissing and bursting out from time to time. Jia Simiao was holding a cigarette, as if everything in front of him had nothing to do with him.

Getting closer, getting closer...

Suddenly, the golden knife hand stepped on and quickly shortened the distance between him and Jia Si Miao. The long knife cut through the sky and slashed out from top to bottom. Jia Si Miao made a slight mistake and dodged over. His palm was like a long whip, directly twitching the wrist of the golden knife hand.

Is there anyone who knows the acupoints and structures of the human body better than Jia Simiao? If he hits this time, half of the golden knife hand's arm will be numb, and the long knife will fall to the ground. However, he is a first-class knife hand, so he naturally has his own uniqueness. His wrist flips, his blade lifts upwards, sweeping Jia Simiao's arm.

The sword is fast and fast, and quite domineering.

As long as Jia Simiao dodged a little, he immediately took advantage of the situation. The long sword's attack would be like the setting sun in the long river, one after another, one after another, and one knife tightly, not giving Jia Simiao any chance to breathe. His abacus was good, and what he didn't expect was that Jia Simiao not only did not dodge, but took a step forward and bullied him into the circle.

Is this a desire to die? The golden knife hand sneered, pouring all the strength of his body into the blade, which was even more unstoppable.

Bang! Just when the blade was about to hit Jia Si Miao, he suddenly stretched out his hand and grabbed the blade of the long sword like lightning. How could this happen? His hand... Could it be that the legendary sword into the hand with empty hands? That's just a martial arts novel. How could such a thing be possible in reality?

Regardless of whether it exists or not, it happened in front of him. How could he know that Jia Simiao was wearing gray ghost gloves. Not to mention his blade, even Li Tianyu used a demon sword that cuts iron like mud in the world back then, but he might not be able to cut off his ghost gloves.

This is a treasure!

Jia Simiao did not give him any chance to react, and his shoulder bumped out.

Bang! His knife was taken away, and the man seemed to hit a cannonball and flew backwards, falling to the ground with all his backs. The knife hand had no knife, the gunman had no gun, and the surgeon had no scalpel. After finding the lady, he found that he had forgotten to bring money in his pocket... What a terrible thing? The knife hand felt pain all over his body, and was about to get up, a light of sword flashed by.

It was the long knife that rubbed his ears and inserted it on the ground.

Jia Simiao said lightly: "I'll give you your knife back."

The ugly face of the golden knife hand was, the ugly ones. Fortunately, he was wearing a hood and it was dark sky again, so others could not see it. But even so, he felt ashamed and said angrily: "Kill, kill him for me."

How could this man be like this? He could kill him, but he didn't kill him. He not only didn't appreciate it, but he was still thinking about killing himself. Beasts! He was even more beastly than himself. Jia Simiao sighed. Over time, it would be like Mr. Lu Xun said, "The country is not a country, the family is not a family, and the wife is not a wife."

These knife hands rushed up. In fact, Jia Simiao could escape. However, he didn't want to escape, and his car was still here. Although it was said that it was not spent money and was "sent" by Lu Jianfei, it could not be said to throw it away? Jia Simiao is a very frugal man. If he had wasted money and went to support the disaster area, it would be a supreme merit.

Waste is shameful, so Jia Simiao rushed forward against these sword hands.

Bajiquan is an extremely fierce boxing technique. It emphasizes the use of force, and it is necessary to make a move whenever there is a gap. It is not a fight, and it is a move. Jia Simiao, alone, rushed into the pack of wolves like a tiger. These wolves are also quite fierce, but can they bite a tiger to death?

Crack! Jia Simiao exerted his fist strength to the extreme. He wore ghost gloves and was not afraid of human swords. Even if someone slashed it with a knife, he didn't even look at it and punched it out.

How terrifying is this?

The blade was knocked off with one punch, which was something they really didn't even dare to think about. But now, it happened in front of them, and they couldn't believe it or not.

One and another knife hands fell down. Isn’t it a way to go like this? The two golden knife hands slashed forward and stabilized their positions, shouting: “Don’t do anything randomly, let’s form a circle and kill together.”

When it comes to the same knife, one person uses the knife and ten people use the knife together, the lethality is naturally different. So many people are surrounding Jia Simiao, slashing together, and the blade is shining, and there is a system of progress and retreat between each other, which surprised Jia Simiao. If this is trained by Black Knife, this person is an amazing talent.

How good would it be if I followed myself?

At this time, there are only a handful of people who can think like Jia Simiao. I dare not say anything else, at least Qin Pojun, Shang Jiazhou, and Huo Enjue would not dare to think like this.

Jia Simiao didn't dare to hold it too hard. His fist was siege by so many people. He punched and knocked a knife away. Several knives would follow him, leaving him with no time to hurt people. If this continues, even if he is tired, he will be exhausted to death.

what to do?

Jia Simiao suddenly let go of his hand, and yellow smoke immediately floated out of the air. It was strange that the smoke was like suction, but it was not blown away by the wind, but gathered around Jia Simiao's body, becoming more and more intense and more intense.

A knife slashed down on Jia Simiao's head. Jia Simiao didn't even dodge. He pointed at the man and smiled, "Don't you fall down yet?"

The man fell to the ground, and then, these knife hands were like harvested autumn houses, and they all fell down one by one. In the blink of an eye, none of them were left... Oh, only Jia Simiao himself was left.
Chapter completed!