To put it this way, Brother Jia seems to be more interesting than Luo Daolio.

Tang Ziyu was very satisfied, but those first-class knife hands were anxious and annoyed. Are they first-class knife hands? Anyone who goes out is a master who stands alone. Often, the second-rate knife hands are executed by the second-rate knife hands and third-rate knife hands, and the first-class knife hands are executed by the first-class knife hands.

However, some time ago, a first-class knife handler, several second-class knife handlers and a dozen third-class knife handlers went to besiege Jia Simiao alone, but Jia Simiao stripped her clothes and ran back naked. The person was not very good, but his face was like their bodies, and he was completely lost.

Black Knife was very annoyed and sent seven first-class swordsmen in a row, and they had to kill Jia Simiao. But now? They had no choice but to deal with Jia Simiao. This guy's movements were quick and ruthless. The knife in their hands was broken. Such fighting with empty hands was not their strength at all.

In the blink of an eye, Jia Si Miao knocked down several more. Now, the remaining first-class knife hands became even more angry. They pulled out the dagger from their waists and stabbed Jia Si Miao hard. Jia Si Miao turned around suddenly, and while dodging the dagger, he raised his leg and pulled the vagina and hit the vital foot directly.

"Ah..." The first-class knife hand was so painful that it was hunched over. Jia Simiao stepped forward and grabbed his wrist, then pressed the dagger on his neck, shouting: "Don't move me, stop, otherwise I will kill him."

If we say, the killer of the Black Knife is really dedicated. He paused for a moment and then rushed up again and stabbed Jia Simiao. Could it be that they were not afraid of hurting their companions? Jia Simiao blocked the man in front of him, which was indeed very useful. When the sharp knife was about to stab, they finally stopped the movements in their hands.

One man said fiercely: "Jia Simiao, let us go."

Jia Simiao was happy: "You are here to kill me, why do you listen to your tone? It's like I'm going to kill you? Put down your weapons, hurry up."

The first-class knifeman who was held hostage by Jia Simiao was very brave and shouted: "Go ahead, I'll kill him."

Jia Simiao used a little force on his wrist, and the sharp blade of the dagger immediately cut his skin, and he sneered: "Come on, see who is afraid of whom."

These people naturally knew how cruel Jia Simiao was. They looked at each other and finally threw the dagger in their hands to the ground. Jia Simiao smiled, so what about the black knife? So what about the first-class knife hand? Are you still very obedient? He shouted again, asking them to untie the belts, hurry up.

What does it mean? They were so stunned that Jia Simiao used force again in his hand, and the blood flowed faster. The pain of cutting the skin made him tremble in a cold war, and finally he didn't dare to say anything bold and arrogant. If this was really a slaughter and went to see the King of Hell in a confused manner, how unfair would it be.

It’s better to live than to die. Say less and make a living. It’s worth it!

These people did not dare to neglect them anymore, so they had to untie their belts and asked, "Jia Simiao, why don't you let anyone go?"

Release the person? Jia Simiao shouted: "Standing attentively, raising your hands."

It looked good now. Their pants were not as comfortable as their belts, and they all fell down loosely. Soon they reached the bend of their legs and heels. Jia Simiao kicked the first-class knife hand held in his hand and cursed: "I always think about killing me. I tell you, there are repeated and repeated, no recurrences. I have shown mercy several times. If you are not afraid of death, come and kill me again and see who is more cruel. Ziyu, let's go."

Wow! Brother Jia is so handsome and cool. Even I want to take a bath with him.

Tang Ziyu opened his beautiful eyes wide, followed him happily, and shouted at the knife hands: "Come on? If you have the ability, come up again."

These first-class swordsmen all had the urge to cry. Their pants fell to the bent legs and heels, how could they get up? They couldn't even take steps and had to fall. When they were dressed neatly, Jia Simiao and Tang Ziyu had already walked away. They were wondering if they really wanted to tell Hei Dao when they got back. This person was really not simple. In front of him, they could only be humiliated.

"Wait a moment."

Jia Simiao and Tang Ziyu were walking outside the community, and another man's voice came from behind. This made Jia Simiao very unhappy. What's going on with these people? Do you really think I'm easy to bully? He turned around and cursed: "I'll tell you... Hey, who are you?"

Behind Jia Simiao was a young man in white clothes and white pants. His hair was a little longer and very floating. A strand on his forehead covered the corners of his eyes. He was tall and tall, with a cold and arrogant expression on his face. He was so conspicuous in this dark night.

"Prince Charming?" Tang Ziyu's eyes lit up.

Jia Simiao cursed: "What a prince charming, it's just a guy who knows how to be cool. Hi, who are you? Is there anything wrong with calling me? Let me tell you, I don't have the hobby to recite it."

The young man in white said coldly: "Jia Simiao, you must die today."

Why can you pretend so well? You said I will die, but I will die? Then I said, "I want to sleep with Tang Ziyu, Zhang Xixi, and Shen Junao, and I will sleep with the same quilt." Isn't it still not done?

Jia Simiao frowned and said, "Are you a white knife?"

"I'm Black Knife."

"Black Knife, then why are you wearing white clothes? It's inappropriate."

The young man in white sneered, "I'll be smart and I won't even be able to cry later. Come on, draw your sword."

Jia Simiao stared at the young man in white, looked at him and asked, "What's your name?"

"Tang drinks it."

"Tang Yinzhi? OK, I like you."

"Ah?" Tang Ziyu was shocked and realized that Brother Jia still had a hobby of being in charge. No wonder he lived with him, Zhang Xixi, and Shen Junao, and did not do anything. It turned out that this is the reason. It seems that he had to tell Xixi when he went back, so he couldn't let Sister Mi be fooled in vain.

Tang Yinzhi's eyes sterned and he snorted: "You are seeking death."

He strode forward step by step, and the momentum emanating from his body made Jia Simiao dare not be careless and said loudly: "Wait a minute, who has a knife? Give me a knife."

Those first-class sword hands have also come over. The sword? You have already cut off your slut, and you still want a sword? Besides, we are here to kill you, not to save you. Of course, there are two swords, which were the sword hands that Jia Si Miao had knocked down at the beginning. Their swords were not broken yet. Seeing Tang Yinzhi nodding, the sword hands then threw the sword to Jia Si Miao.

Jia Simiao weighed it for a few seconds and said lightly: "You're a little gentler, just make do with it? Come on, Tang Yinzhi, I'll see how powerful your black knife is."

Tang Yinzhi sneered and walked forward step by step. Just when he was about to come to Jia Si Miao's face, he suddenly stepped forward and slashed Jia Si Miao's head with a Tang sword. There was no sign, and he... was actually a left-handed sword, fast and ruthless. Jia Si Miao's experience and skills did not react.

When the blade was about to slash his head, he then pulled the knife and blocked it.

Immediately afterwards, the Tang sword in Tang Yinzhi's hand was like a storm, slashing and slashing towards Jia Simiao. It seemed that there was no structure, but his left hand was very powerful and very fast. Jia Simiao blocked it continuously, and there was no room for a counterattack. Dangdang! A series of sounds came, and sparks were everywhere.

Jia Simiao also continued to step backwards, completely shocking Tang Yinzhi's sword skills.

Tang Yinzhi was also secretly surprised. His sword was about speed, ruthlessness and trickyness. Apart from fighting Yuchi Shang alone, he really didn't meet any opponents. His right hand was ruined by Yuchi Shang, so he fled to Jiangnan and practiced his left-hand sword. Jia Simiao was definitely the most powerful opponent he had encountered in the past two years.

The two of them advanced and retreated. Tang Yin's sword was as tight as a knife, and one was as fast as a knife. Seeing Jia Si Miao could not resist it anymore and could be defeated at any time, but he could just block it, which was a miracle.

After a few more harsh slashes, Jia Simiao followed him and slashed Tang Dao. The sharp knife actually caused Tang Dao to be cut off. A cold light flashed across the blade, which directly touched Jia Simiao's chest.

This scene was so scared that Tang Ziyu screamed in dismay and shouted: "Brother Jia, be careful."

Bang! At this critical moment, Jia Simiao suddenly reached out and grabbed the blade and kicked it out.

The knife hand, the knife in the hand, the gunman, the gun in the hand are the same, it is life. Since practicing the knife, Tang Yinzhi poured all his energy into the knife. But now? If the knife is there and the knife is destroyed and the person is killed, the knife in his hand was taken away by Jia Simiao.

Should he hide or not for this kick?

Tang Yinzhi's reaction was also very fast, and his right hand came directly to block. At the same time, he pulled his left hand back hard and pulled it back hard! Jia Simiao kicked his right hand, which made Tang Yinzhi not expect was that Jia Simiao suddenly let go. He pulled it back hard like this, and he didn't even have any preparation in his heart. Under the influence of inertia, his body fell directly backwards.

Before he could get up, Jia Simiao had already held the half-broken knife and pressed it against Tang Yinzhi's neck, and smiled and said, "How is it? My Mr. Bai Dao, it's time to admit defeat."
Chapter completed!