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Chapter 8 The Broker's Name is Ghoul (7)

The surroundings suddenly fell into silence, as if cold claws were clasping the throat. It was murderous, like substance, rising from the four big men and rushing towards Gordon. Even the temperature of the dim corridor seemed to have dropped.

It was not out of fear, but stimulated by the murderous aura, Goosebumps still appeared on the skin under Gordon's leather windbreaker.

This is true murderous intent, which has nothing to do with source power. Only those who kill like crazy can develop it. Those killed must also be advanced humanoid creatures that can release negative emotions such as grief, panic, anger and despair before death.

, killing insects, chickens and ferocious beasts is all in vain.

Once the murderous intent is developed, it will give rise to physical and mental pressure, making the enemy's hands and feet weak, and his body and mind trembling, making it difficult to exert his full combat power. It is said that when the murderous intent is condensed to the extreme, it can even open up the spirit in another way.

The sea breeds spiritual seeds.

"It seems that you have no objection to the quotation of one thousand gold coins." The leader showed a cold and sarcastic expression on his face. Gordon stood still, as if possessed by murderous aura.

A big man said with a cruel smile: "How can this guy have objections? I think he is very satisfied with the price. He is so happy that he can't speak!"

The others laughed loudly and shouted: "Boy, congratulations on getting rich, you actually made a thousand gold coins!" "You will never earn so much by selling your butt all your life!" "At least you can kneel down and lick our boots and say something.

Thank you sir!"

It wasn't until everyone laughed enough that Gordon said slowly: "Your offer is really too low."

The leader was slightly startled, then sneered: "It's up to you\

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u8fd9One thousand gold coins for a box of worthless fakes is already too high."

"Fake?"

"I said they were fakes, and they were fakes."

"Do you have the final say, or does the law of the Kingdom of Sand have the final say?"

"So our children like to talk about law? What a coincidence, I like it too. This box of treasures has been stored in our warehouse. You, a little thief, wanted to sneak in and fish in troubled waters, but we broke one leg and cut off another self-righteous one.

Tongue. You will be taken to the magistrate of this city and receive a fair trial." The leader said calmly, "Do you think it is better to have this result, or to get out of here with a thousand gold coins?"

A fierce murderous aura suddenly erupted from his body, like an invisible blade slashing through him. It was stronger than the murderous aura of the four big men combined.

The four big men were equally murderous and approached Gordon again, their strong figures distorted by the flickering lights.

"This route is indeed the fastest and most troublesome." Gordon stared at the dozens of large sacks behind the iron gate without even glancing at the people surrounding him. The murderous intent of these people would frighten them.

For ordinary people, it would slightly affect a weak-minded warrior, but for Gordon, it would only produce some innocuous physiological reactions at most, such as raising a few hairs.

The leader's expression suddenly changed. Being flanked by the murderous intent of the five of them, most people would have felt weak and frightened. How could they speak calmly like Gordon?

"He is a cultivator, kill him!" the leader shouted sharply. He had been licking blood with the blade of his knife for many years. He reacted quickly and made an immediate decision.

The reaction of the four big men was not slow. They stepped forward, bowed their knees, and rushed forward fiercely with murderous intent, as if four violent horses raised their furious hooves and stepped into the air.

It's Mabu!

A sharp light flashed in Gordon's eyes. After the horse thieves robbed them, they must sell the stolen goods. If they find the black market merchants, they will have a chance to find the horse thieves. This was Gordon's original plan, and it was also the fastest way to find the Storm Horse Thieves. But he never thought that the horse thieves would

Act openly as a black marketeer.

"Bang-bang-bang-bang!" Four feet wearing leather boots stepped on the ground one after another. The big men took advantage of the force and jumped up. Their bodies and steps merged into one, and their murderous aura condensed into their fists, creating a fierce and violent fist wind.

The leader stared closely at Gordon and quietly put his hand on his belt, where a soft steel scimitar that could curl freely was hidden.

The big man on the east side charged the hardest, had the fastest horse steps, and was the first to hit Gordon with his fists.

Gao Deng stood still, his heart as calm as stone, his fist was almost close to his forehead, and the wind of the fist made his hair fly.

A crazy smile appeared on the big man's face. What kind of cultivator and what kind of power are useless without years of life and death killings!

In an instant, Gao Deng lowered his head, bent his knees, and leaned forward. The big man's fist passed above Gao Deng's head with just a hair's breadth.

With a "pop" sound, the big man's Adam's apple shattered and he fell in the air, with a wild and proud smile on his face.

The leader's heart suddenly sank. The big man was killed instantly, but he couldn't see Gordon's movements at all, and he didn't even know how the big man died.

Another roaring fist has arrived! When the big man on Gordon's left punches, he raises his knees high. If Gordon dodges the fist, the knee strike will take advantage of the situation. If he doesn't dodge, the knee strike will be a sure kill.

momentum.

Gordon reached out and grabbed the big man's wrist, and pulled it in. "Click!" The wrist snapped, and the big man roared in pain. His knee was deformed due to the severe pain, and fell weakly. But Gordon did not let go of his hand.

Clasp the wrist bones tightly and continue to bend inwards.

"Click - click - click!" Along the whole arm of the big man, a series of sounds were like endless firecrackers. First the elbow was broken, then the shoulder bone, and then the neck bone. The whole process was as fast as lightning and completed in one go. The leader

The man's eyes flashed, and the big man was as limp as mud and fell to the ground without any breath.

On Gordon's right side and behind him, two other big men came at the same time. One of them used his fists and legs to attack Gordon's temple and waist. The man behind him turned his fist into his palm, like a swift and powerful cleaver, and struck the leaping horse.

The steps are in sync, roaring and slashing in the air.

They don't understand source power, but their moves are simple and effective, and they hit the vital points directly. They are all killing techniques.

Gordon kicked off his heel and suddenly fell backwards, like a stone cannon crashing into the arms of the big man behind him. The big man's palm knife was raised in the air, and before he could chop it down, there was a sharp pain in his chest, and his breathing became stuffy and he could hardly breathe.

Get angry.

Gordon grabbed the opponent's neck with his backhand and twisted it to the right. When the big man's neck was broken, he collided hard with his accomplice.

"Bang!" The only remaining big man was knocked out, and Gordon immediately jumped out, flying faster than the opponent. In an instant, he caught up with the opponent, and the two figures overlapped and separated again.

, the big man fell slumped.

At the same time, a sharp scimitar swept from the diagonal direction and slashed at Gordon's waist. The timing was perfect, just when Gordon had just killed the big man and was exhausted.

The cold light trembled and flickered, and the scimitar seemed to be changing all the time. It didn't make a scream of air until it approached. The light of the sword suddenly turned into a shining line, blending with the murderous aura. It was fast and ruthless, exuding a soul-stirring sound.

bloody chill.

"Ding!" The leader's wrist trembled, and the blade jumped slightly when the blade was flicked by a finger. "Ding, ding, ding, ding, ding!" Following a clear sound, Gordon fiddled with the five fingers of his left hand, and the sharp blade was between his fingers.

Bounce back and forth, like juggling.

"The Storm Horse Thieves?" Gordon asked in a leisurely manner, opening the enamel pocket watch cover with his right hand and looking at the time.


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