"Xue Luo Nu from the Shadow Killer Organization! It is said that this person is the best at assassination and has one of the highest assassination success rates in the Shadow Organization. She is actually dead! Who killed her!" Murong Bai's voice changed in vain.
It has to be sharp.
"Boss! Look over there!" The black-clothed monk suddenly pointed at another non-human body not far away, swallowed hard and said, "He...could he be Xueluo Nu's partner?
Mr. Blood, right?"
"Who! Who killed these two!"
Murong Bai's expression was even more shocked. Rumor has it that both the Xue Luo girl and Mr. Xue are famous beings in the world of killers. It is said that they have a record of assassinating Golden Core monks!
However, who would have thought that such a well-known and feared figure would actually die here...
At this moment, the windows on the roof of Yunxi Building suddenly shattered, and more than thirty black-clothed killers broke out in embarrassment. Then, a young figure rushed out quickly, and caught up with several people in the blink of an eye.
The simple sword in his hand was slashed out without mercy.
Tear...
Six corpses fell to the ground in a row, while blood and minced meat slowly floated in the air along with the rain, turning the drizzle into a rain of blood.
"Ah...he's so fast!"
"No one can resist his moves, and no one is faster than him!" The remaining twenty killers felt terrified and desperate, and used their fastest speed to mingle with the crowd downstairs.
At that time, only the accomplices downstairs and their employers could bring them a sense of security.
Shen Lang's figure stopped for a moment on the eaves of a residential building. He saw twenty killers mixed with the dozens of people downstairs from Yun Xi, talking quickly about something, and he gradually understood something in his heart.
So without hesitation, he swooped down with his sword and rushed directly into the crowd of nearly a hundred people. With a slash of the long sword, there were pieces of blood.
Taking advantage of Shen Lang's pause on the eaves just now, Murong Bai and the monk in black beside him finally saw Shen Lang's figure clearly, their expressions filled with horror.
"He...he...he...is actually him!"
"How could it be him! Doesn't he only have the Qi Refining Stage?"
The monk in black was so frightened that his whole body trembled and his legs became weak.
When Murong Bai thought about how his group wanted to deliberately provoke Shen Lang in Songhe Tower, and when he thought about following Shen Lang all the way and wanted to attack Shen Lang directly, he was even more frightened and sat down on the ground.
, his lips were trembling but he couldn't say a word.
It rained that day, which was undoubtedly a very convenient thing for Shen Lang. Because of the rain, there were almost no passers-by on the street. So at this moment, those who gathered downstairs in Yunxi took the initiative to pull out the phone when they saw him.
The person with the sword is of course the one who wants to kill him.
When it comes to people who are planning to kill him, Shen Lang's way of responding has always been extremely simple and extremely cruel. That is... to chop with a knife!
Phew!
Tear...
The sound of the knife cutting into the flesh was endless, the sound of the swords clashing was endless, and the screams of the killers were endless. In just a moment, the door of Yunxi Tower had turned into a hell of killing. Bright red blood
With the rain flowing across the river, it looked so shocking and terrifying.
The rain falling from the sky was still cold, but the blood that splashed out was still warm. Amidst the coldness and warmth, Murong Bai and the monk were caught in a dire struggle.
They wanted to escape, but they were afraid that the slightest movement of their own would attract Shen Lang's attention and attract Shen Lang over first. They wanted to fight, but they saw many powerful people from the seventh and eighth levels of the true spirit. Even the monks could hardly block Shen Lang's sword. And how could the seven monks at the fifth level of true spirit be Shen Lang's opponents?
At this time, Shen Lang, who was standing apart from the crowd, turned around inadvertently and happened to see the seven wolves from Surabaya City and the monk in black who had repeatedly made disrespectful remarks to his Qianye wife.
The monk in black faced Shen Lang's cold gaze, his heart trembled violently, and he said in horror: "No! Boss, he is coming!"
However, as soon as the black-clothed monk finished saying this, he suddenly discovered that his boss had disappeared and no one knew where he had gone. When he turned around again, Shen Lang was already in front of him.
Just being looked at closely by Shen Lang, the black-clothed monk's will and blood all collapsed, his legs softened and he knelt on the ground, begging for mercy again and again: "Hero, have mercy on me, hero, have mercy! I don't know if I have eyesight but I don't know Mount Tai." You are such a strong and powerful person..."
"I have said before that no one can predict such things as luck! I was too lazy to do anything last time, so you are lucky. Since you don't cherish good luck, don't avoid me, and instead take the initiative to provoke me, then Don’t blame me for being too cruel!”
As soon as Shen Lang finished speaking, the sword fell! The head of the monk in black rolled down, and then he continued to swing the sword mercilessly, slaughtering all the seven dogs from Surabaya City. Finally, he swept them away in the crowd in confusion. At a glance...because he couldn't find the owner of these seven dogs, Mr. Murong who liked to wear white clothes and hold a folding fan.
At this time, Murong Bai was terrified. In a short moment, he certainly had no chance to escape under Shen Lang's eyes. In fact, at this moment, he was lying at Shen Lang's feet like a dead dog, burying his head deeply in the rain. In the sewage mixed with blood and water, he didn't dare to look up, didn't dare to make the slightest move, and concentrated on pretending to be a corpse. And the monk in black's rolling head was right in front of his eyes...
Fortunately, in order to deceive others, he deliberately did not wear the eye-catching white clothes today, but wore a gray one. Fortunately, most of the killers today wore the most common black and gray clothes, plus he was stained with Because he was full of blood, he really looked like a dead corpse at this moment.
Of course, the most important thing is that Shen Lang only glanced at the crowd not far away and did not lower his head to take another look at his feet. Therefore, Murong Bai temporarily saved his life.
Then, he clearly felt Shen Lang stepping forward and stepping over his head. Being stepped over his head, something like a humiliation to the crotch, was undoubtedly a shame for any monk. However, At this time, Master Murong, who often regarded himself as a member of the Murong family, was proud of the Murong family, and was also very proud of himself, only felt very lucky.
It seems that in his heart, being able to be walked over by Shen Lang is also a blessing...
Afterwards, Xia Qianye and four little maids walked out of Yunxi Building. They stepped over the corpses on the ground with light steps, stepped on Murong Bai's hands, and stepped over his head one by one. Qingmei The little maid accidentally stepped on Murong Bai's head, causing his once proud profile to change shape, and stepped deeply into the blood and mud on the ground.
Murong Bai was very dedicated and professional in playing the role of a corpse. He was stepped on in the hand and did not dare to make the slightest move. Even if his head was stepped into the sewage by the once humble maid, he did not feel any resentment.
Instead of being unwilling to give in, I feel that I am very lucky, even a little happy.
Be it humiliation on the crotch or having his head stepped on by a little maid, what do those humiliations count? Compared to those who have died, the fact that he is still alive at this moment is of course a kind of happiness!
Shen Lang took a step forward, too lazy to care about the dispensable Murong Bai. Instead, he locked onto another figure and stepped into the bloody storm again.