The killer boss and the others had never seen such a weird scene before. The weapons they originally held in their hands would inexplicably turn around and assassinate themselves.
For a time, these people's hearts were filled with panic.
But at this time, Wang Meng's poem was like a heavy hammer, hitting their hearts hard.
They turned to look at Wang Meng blankly, and saw him taking a step forward gently.
The long sword that was still hovering in the air flew down from the air as if it had received some kind of order, and immediately pierced the hearts of the three people with one strike.
"ah!"
The bright red blood is like blossoming flowers floating in the air, with a sad and beautiful feeling.
The screams of the three killers when they died finally woke up everyone who was still in a daze.
They immediately tightened the weapons in their hands and rushed towards Wang Meng crazily. At the same time, they were always on guard against the long sword in the air.
It's a pity that their actions are of no use in Wang Meng's opinion.
He took another step forward and chanted, "The silver saddle shines on the white horse, rustling like a shooting star."
Every line of his poems carries a chilling and chilling tone. After feeling the murderous intention in the poems, the long sword in the air made a clear sword chant, and the long sword swooped down towards the sky.
Then the nearest killers attacked and killed him.
One of the killers originally wanted to block the long sword that seemed to be possessed, but the speed of the long sword was so fast that before he could even react, he felt his heart pounding.
There was pain in the position, and he subconsciously looked down at the position of his heart.
What he saw was just a bloody hole.
And this scene became the last scene he saw during his lifetime.
After the long sword penetrated the killer, it penetrated three more people in succession. In less than a minute, seven killers had been killed by Wang Meng.
But what Wang Meng did, in the eyes of the killer boss and others, was just reciting poems.
All this sounds complicated, but in fact it only took a few seconds. After the killer boss and others reacted, the long sword was directly blocked in front of them, preventing them from getting closer to Wang Meng.
In the early days of warriors, the martial arts skills that warriors knew were very rare. Unless they were some large family forces, generally speaking, most of the time they just relied on combat skills. Although these killers also knew some skills.
, but unfortunately, the martial arts they know are only auxiliary martial arts.
Even if they have learned more powerful martial arts now, they still don't have as much force to use them.
Looking at the long sword flying in the air, white hairs rose in their hearts. Although the distance between them and Wang Meng was already very close, this distance seemed to have become eternity. How could they
Neither can be crossed.
What makes these killers even more frightened is that Wang Meng is now reciting poetry again.
"Kill one person in ten steps and leave no trace in a thousand miles."
At this moment, the long sword seemed to have become a carrier of poetry and murderous intent. The moment he heard Wang Meng's poetry, it turned into a cold light and rushed directly towards the other people. The fighting skills of these people were obviously more powerful.
, the initial attack of the long sword was actually blocked by them, but unfortunately, under the sword control skills, the speed and angle of the long sword are very tricky.
In the end, four more people had their throats cut and died.
"When it's over, brush off your clothes and go away, hiding your merit and fame."
After reading the last line of the poem, the long sword actually began to tremble violently. The long sword seemed to have turned into a king of assassination, stabbing rapidly towards the only assassin boss still standing.
After all, the boss is the boss. No matter in terms of combat skills or combat awareness, he is not comparable to those of his subordinates. He constantly changes his body position and dodges the attacks of the long sword. At the same time, he swings several swords in succession. Each sword is like a sword.
He slashed hard at the flying sword. Unfortunately, although the long sword was knocked away by him, it quickly changed its direction and rushed towards him like a killing madman.
In the end, his throat was cut with a sword.
Under the incredulous gaze of the killer boss, the sword finally returned to Wang Meng's hand.
"you……"
The killer boss looked at Wang Meng in horror. Before he died, he was finally scared and regretted very much. If he had known that Wang Meng was so powerful, he should not have accepted this task.
Unfortunately, there is no so-called regret medicine that you can buy in this world.
Wang Meng grabbed the sword with one hand and flicked a sword flower, flying away all the blood stained on the sword.
He sneered and looked at the fat man on the side. To be honest, the fat man had already been stunned. He never thought that the shop owner, who looked like an ant to them, would let them all
annihilated.
Especially the long sword in his hand looked more like a demon, which made him feel cold inside.
Wang Meng's battle just now was very simple. He just took four steps forward and recited four lines of poetry, but all ten people, including his killer boss, were killed.
Wang Meng's killing has an artistic beauty, but this kind of beauty is not something he can appreciate.
Even now, the poems read by Wang Meng are still echoing in his ears. Every line of the poem is like a small hand, constantly touching his softest heartstrings, making him feel boundless fear in his heart.
"You...don't come over."
Now in the eyes of this fat man, Wang Meng has completely turned into a murderous demon.
After hearing what the fat man said, he did not continue walking. Instead, he looked at the fat man with a sneer and said, "What, didn't you just want to kill me? What? Are you afraid now?"
There was a hint of joking in Wang Meng's voice. The fat man had already been frightened by Wang Meng's murderous methods. How could he dare to resist at this time?
The fat man immediately knelt down in front of Wang Meng and kowtowed to Wang Meng.
"My hero, I was wrong. Please forgive me. I will never dare to come here again."
In order to survive, the fat man was willing to go all out and kowtowed on the ground. After a while, his forehead became a bloody mess.
But no matter how hard he kowtowed, Wang Meng's eyes were always cold.
"Don't you know what I want?"
As soon as Wang Meng finished speaking these cold words, the fat man couldn't help but tremble slightly. However, before the fat man could continue to speak, he heard a sharp whistling sound coming from not far away.
The fat man screamed, and his heart was already pierced by a long arrow.