Chapter 47 (1/2)

Liu Yanbo had a fruit knife on his right hand.

The knife is three inches long and twinkles with cold light.

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

Liu Yanbo wore a pair of thick leather gloves on his hand, but the fruit knife, which looked extremely awkward, seemed to grow on his hand.

In addition to the ninth master and the old ghost, there are eight ”undercurrent” people living in the room, three of them holding pistols.

This reception hall is very large, and it is probably more than ten years old. It is no problem for a group of people to talk about the big mountain, but it is a little small for the fight between life and death.

In a crowded space, guns don't work.

On the one hand, Liu Yanbo's reaction was so fast that he didn't give them a chance to aim at them at all;

secondly, they were at the disadvantage of having too many people and were easily injured by accident.

Both of them are old tricks on the edge of life and death. Weighing the pros and cons has become an instinct.

Almost at the same time, the three shooters of ”undercurrent” collected their pistols, pulled out their short knives and rushed to Liu Yanbo with four other swordsmen.

The nine of them were able to be sent to rescue the ”undercurrent” prince. Of course, their skills were excellent, especially one of the old men who was about the same age as the ninth master. His momentum was amazing and he looked very strong.

He sat on the sofa with a small purple clay teapot in his hand, sipping from time to time.

He did not take part in the attack, nor did he look up to see his dead companion. Even from the beginning to the end, he did not even look at Liu Yanbo.

This calm, even the ninth master is not as good as him.

Liu Yanbo had noticed the old man for a long time, but he just took a casual look and didn't care.

In the world of killers, people who live to the end are equipped with self-confidence.

He will be the last one to live.

Liu Yanbo cut through the throat of the obscene man. Liu Yanbo's movement did not stop. His left foot had not touched the ground, but his right foot shot out like a spring.

Seven people, seven directions, almost at the same time, are the speed of the blink of an eye.

Some jump, some squat

The seven knives stabbed Liu Yanbo's face, back neck, left waist, right armpit, thigh, ankle, and right heart.

In the face of this seamless attack, Liu Yanbo did not retreat but advanced. Before they finished their final offensive, he had taken the lead.

Shua ~

the blade breaks through the air.

Liu Yanbo waved the fruit knife in his hand. He was like a top that had been hit urgently. He turned out many shadows, which happened to be seven.

Puff ~

every shadow in front of the people's throat ejected a column of blood, like a fountain sprinkling into the sky.

In the same way, they are all killed with one knife.

This time there are seven.

Outside the house, there was a storm, and there was a bloodbath inside.

Bang ~ Bang ~

the old ghost raises his hand is two shots. With one shot, he wanted to kill, and the other wanted to seal off Liu Yanbo's theoretical next attack direction.

Yes.

The sharpshooter who followed Jiuye 31 had lost his self-confidence. After firing two shots in a row, he was ready to fire a third.