This seemed to be a very reasonable sentence. At this moment, Lin Kun had his eyes wide open and a cigar in his mouth. The curl of smoke could not hide the evil smile on the corner of his mouth. He felt that there was an ambiguity in the above sentence.
If you can't stop it... then you have to decide who can stop it.
For example, Liu Abei, who is standing in front of the 10 Lords at this moment, is holding a large blue-black stone in his hand. The big stone is stained with mud, and the mud is wrapped with a few rotten leaves. One end is held in Liu Abei's hand, and the other end is stuffed.
Entered the mouth of the 10 Lords.
If the steel teeth hit a stone, a piece of porcelain will break off, let alone a red mouth and white teeth.
There was no sound at the scene, and the living people who were still breathing, including the big snake standing next to Lin Kun, all focused their eyes on the two people, especially Lord No. 10.
It is said that there is no sound. This sound cannot be heard by others, but the parties involved, Lord No. 10 and Liu Abei, can definitely hear it.
Bang...
It's like chewing a piece of hard candy in your mouth, but the candy tastes sweet when broken, and the tooth tastes salty when it is broken. Blood oozes from the root of the tooth, and the blood soon turns into a bloody mess, but it is not the same as the tongue.
The blood from the bite is different, one is fatal and the other is not.
Liu Abei pulled out the stone and threw it aside casually. This chic gesture was like throwing away a piece of expired steamed buns. However, Lord No. 10 in front of him still kept his mouth open, his chin
There is a problem with the hook of the patient, which is what is commonly said to be a dislocated chin. It is impossible to commit suicide by biting your tongue.
Bang!
Being prepared, Lord No. 10 had his mouth wide open and blood was flowing out. Liu Abei punched him anyway. Lord No. 10 let out a scream, and both the upper and lower rows of front teeth were broken, and both eyes were broken.
He turned white and fell to the ground.
It's time for everything to end...
joke!
Liu Abei picked up the big leg again and kicked Lord No. 10 hard.
Bang bang bang...
Lord No. 10 screamed and screamed. He wanted to simply die, but death was not that easy. Every kick he received on his body was not a kick, but a deep humiliation for him.
Feng Lei's face was as white as a piece of paper. The dense mist in the woods rose up again at some point, and his face was half hidden in it, like a ghost who had just died.
Liu Abei was as simple and crude as an exploded small landmine. He was not tall, but his lethality was extremely strong. Just with two hatchets, he was able to cut off three people: Feng Gui, Feng Huai, and Feng Jing.
His head, those three were all ruthless people in the world.
In Feng Lei's eyes, what was terrifying was not the rusty and chipped hatchet that chopped off the heads of his three friends, and the blood spurting out was shocking, but the man holding the two hatchets.
Liu Abei reminded him of a legend in the world...
Wherever there are people, there are rivers and lakes. Wherever there are rivers and lakes, there must be one, two, and three. There are many people holding knives in the rivers and lakes, and there are even more people who use knives. In the knife-wielding school, there used to be a man named Chen Tan.
Wang was born in a martial arts family in the north. He became famous in the circle at a young age and defeated sixteen masters from the north and south in seven days.
At the age of thirty, Chen Tanwang was already recognized as the number one swordsman in China, and no one in the world dared to challenge him.
However, on the night of Chen Tanwang's thirtieth birthday, his head fell to the ground along with his pillow. The woman he slept with claimed to be his wife. His real wife was in his hometown with a young couple.
The young children depend on each other, and the three or two acres of fields are owned by a woman wielding a hoe. It is easy to hoe the weeds in the field, but it is not easy for a woman to keep a clean body when the gangsters in the rural areas harass her.
According to forensic identification, Chen Tanwang died at two o'clock in the middle of the night, which was the time when his head was cut off. The person who called the police was his mistress who was sleeping with him.
After an interrogation by the police, no useful information was obtained from the mistress. She was still dreaming even when her wild man was being raped on the head.
Chen Tanwang was not the first knife expert to be killed. Six more were killed later. The time span of the six people was not long. They all appeared one after another after Chen Tanwang died.
A new swordsman, with a steel sword in his hand, he dares to become a hero in the world.
These six people died one after another. The time and place were different from Chen Tanwang, but they were killed in the same way. Their heads were chopped off from their necks, and their heads were turned into chamber pots.
This is a strange case in the Chinese Jianghu. The police can't find the person, and they don't know whether they can't find the person or they don't want to find him for other reasons. There are many kinds of justice in the world. It all depends on whether you really kill someone to pay for your life.
Who was killed? Who was the murderer?
Chen Tanwang and the six dead knife-wielders were all guilty of many sins. Not to mention others, Chen Tanwang alone was suspected of drug trafficking and abducting good women, and on that night, he was
On his thirtieth birthday, he had just negotiated a price with a smuggler on a foreign border and abducted a group of little girls to another country.
Many years have passed since the incident, and the name Chen Tanwang has almost disappeared from everyone's memory. The names of the six people have also been swallowed up by time. However, there is an unwritten rule in the world. If there is another person with a knife,
Dare to speak wildly and claim to be the best in the world.
Feng Lei is a man who uses swords. Like most people in the arena, he also wants to be the king and hegemony. It is too difficult to be the first in the arena in China, let alone the world. But if you only use swords
Being able to dominate is also a very arrogant thing.
Feng Lei looked at Liu Abei, who was walking over, and at his pair of hatchets dripping with blood. He trembled his lips and said almost instinctively: "Are you the one...the best knife in the world?"
Liu Abei laughed, "The title of "The Best Swordsman in the World" is too big. Anyone who dares to call himself that will have his head moved." (10)
Feng Lei said: "You killed them all?"
Liu Abei smiled and said, "Tell me everything you know. You should be a smart man."
The expression on Feng Lei's face was slightly startled. Deliberately changing the topic meant that he had already acquiesced. There was respect in his heart. This was pure respect for the strong, but more of it was fear. The muscles on his face trembled uneasily.
, as if he wanted to pull off the dandruff on his head, his throat was a little dry, he held back several words as he spoke, and finally stretched his neck and pressed his back straight against the big tree behind him: (Zero
one)
"You can chop off my head, but don't get anything you want to know from me."
After saying that, Feng Lei closed his eyes.
Liu Abei smiled, put a hatchet on his shoulder, and raised the other knife, "Looking at you, you look like a hero, but why is your crotch wet?"
Feng Lei's face trembled, but he didn't say anything.
Liu Abei's sword has already been swung, and the cold wind cuts a sharp arc in the air... (To be continued)