Liu Yanbo had a fruit knife on his right hand at some point.

The knife was three inches long and shone with a cold light.

This ordinary fruit knife that can be seen everywhere in daily life seems to be injected with vitality at this moment, as sensitive as a poisonous snake and as bloodthirsty as a demon.

Liu Yanbo was wearing a pair of thick leather gloves on his hands, but this fruit knife that looked very awkward seemed to have grown on his hand.

The man and the sword merge into one, and he can kill with the sword as he pleases——

In addition to Jiu Ye and Lao Gui, there were eight people alive in the "undercurrent" in the room, and three of them had pistols in their hands.

This living room is very large, probably about a dozen square meters. It's fine for a group of people to talk about big things, but it's a bit small for a life-and-death fight.

In a crowded space, a gun is less effective.

Firstly, Liu Yanbo's reaction was so frighteningly fast that he didn't even give them a chance to take aim;

Secondly, they have the disadvantage of being in large numbers and are prone to accidental injuries.

They are all old fritters struggling to survive on the verge of life and death, and weighing the pros and cons has become an instinct.

The three gunmen of "Undercurrent" put away their pistols almost at the same time, drew their daggers and rushed towards Liu Yanbo with four other knife-wielding companions.

The nine of them were sent to rescue the Crown Prince of "Undercurrent", so of course they were all very skilled. Especially one of them, an old man who was about the same age as Master Jiu, had an astonishing aura and looked particularly strong.

He sat on the sofa, holding a small purple clay teapot in his hand, taking a sip from time to time.

He neither participated in the attack nor raised his head to look at his dead comrades. From the beginning to the end, he never even glanced at Liu Yanbo.

Even Master Jiu couldn't match his calmness.

Liu Yanbo had noticed the old man a long time ago, but he just glanced at it casually and didn't care.

In the world of killers, only those who survive to the end are confident.

He will be the one who survives to the end.

After slicing the wretched man's throat, Liu Yanbo's movements did not stop at all. Before his left foot even touched the ground, he exerted force with his right foot and was ejected like a spring.

Seven people, seven directions, took action almost at the same time, all at a speed that was about to arrive in the blink of an eye.

Some people jumped up, some people squatted down...

Seven knives were stabbed at Liu Yanbo's face, neck, left waist, right armpit, thigh, ankle, and heart.

Faced with this seamlessly coordinated attack, Liu Yanbo advanced instead of retreating. Before they could complete their final offensive, he took the lead.

Huh~

The blade cuts through the air.

Liu Yanbo waved the fruit knife in his hand. He was like a spinning top, spinning out a series of afterimages, exactly seven of them.

Poof~

A column of blood spurted out from the throat of the person in front of each afterimage, sprinkling into the sky like a fountain.

The same technique is used to kill with one blow.

This time it was seven.

There was a violent storm outside, and a bloody wind inside.

Bang~bang~

The old ghost raised his hand and fired two shots. One shot he wanted to kill, and the other shot he wanted to block Liu Yanbo's theoretical next attack direction.

Yes.

This sharpshooter who followed Jiuye Thirty-One no longer had the confidence he had before. After firing two shots in a row, he was ready to fire a third shot.

In the old ghost's mind, Liu Yanbo seemed to be able to dodge these two shots.

The afterimage is still there, but the person under the bloody rain has disappeared.

Before the old ghost had time to fire the third shot, a cold light flashed before his eyes, and he felt a sudden excruciating pain in his wrist holding the gun. By the time he saw clearly, the hand holding the gun had fallen to the ground.

The old ghost grunted, endured the pain of his broken wrist and quickly retreated, wanting to retreat to Master Jiu who was outside the battle.

Whoosh~

The cold light broke through the air and pierced into the old ghost's heart.

Bang~

Before the fear of death could even appear in the old ghost's dilated pupils, he fell straight backwards and fell at Master Jiu's feet.

Another one died.

Liu Yanbo finally stopped and stood at the position where the old ghost had just stood and fired. He narrowed his eyes slightly and looked at Master Jiu. From the corner of his eye, he glanced at the old man who was still sitting on the sofa.

Master Jiu no longer clasped his hands behind his back, and the old man no longer drank tea.

In less than a minute, nine people were killed in a row.

Liu Yanbo is worthy of arousing their high vigilance, even fear.

"Who are you?"

Master Jiu's voice was gloomy and he stared at Liu Yanbo with cold eyes. As for the old ghost who fell at his feet, he didn't even look at him.

So what if I followed you for thirty-one years?

He is the ninth master of the heroic life, remembering and feeling sad? He no longer knows what these are.

Besides, now is not the time to be sentimental.

It has been many years. It has been a long, long time since anyone has given me such a dangerous feeling. It is even more dangerous than all the dangers I have faced in the past combined.

He never believed that the young man in front of him was just a taxi driver.

"What can you do if you know? What can you do if you don't know?" Liu Yanbo asked.

Now it is a fight to the death situation. No matter who you are, there will be no second choice. Is there any point in asking?

Liu Yanbo shook his head and asked calmly: "Now there are only you two old guys left. Are you going together or one by one?"

His words were too hurtful and hurt Master Jiu's self-esteem.

In an instant, terrifying murderous intent erupted from Master Jiu. He walked straight towards Liu Yanbo and said in a cold voice: "You are indeed very strong, but I, Mr. Huang, am not where I am today because of luck. You

I'm not the first person to try to kill me, and I won't be the last."

Master Jiu is where he is today because of his own ability.

Decades ago, the world of martial arts was not the current era of killing without blood. It was a real life-fighting era where white knives came in and red knives came out.

To be able to fight his way out of that dark era and reach the pinnacle of life, Master Jiu's combat prowess can definitely withstand the challenge. Even in recent years, he has killed some of the top killers in the world.

Liu Yanbo's combat prowess was terrifying enough, but in Master Jiu's heart, he was just a frivolous young man with some abilities. He was dangerous, but not something to be feared.

Liu Yanbo stood there, with a smile on his lips under the mask: "I hope your strength is worthy of your confidence."

Master Jiu walked faster and faster, and when he was still about two meters away from Liu Yanbo, he shook his right hand, and a hidden sword fell into his hand and stabbed straight at him.

Whoosh~

Just when Master Jiu was about to stab Liu Yanbo in the eye, the old man who had been sitting on the sofa finally took action and struck Liu Yanbo directly in the back of the heart with a deadly flying knife.

Liu Yanbo turned slightly sideways and took action again. His movements did not seem to be fast. There were no dazzling afterimages from before, but -

The five fingers of his right hand were like hooks, clasping Master Jiu's wrist. His left hand was like a pincer, with his middle and index fingers holding the fatal flying knife behind his back.
Chapter completed!