Chapter 47 (2/2)

In the old ghost's mind, Liu Yanbo seems to be able to hide these two guns.

The shadow is still there, but the people under the blood rain have disappeared.

Before the old ghost had time to fire the third shot, a cold light flashed in front of him. He only felt the pain in his wrist. When he saw it clearly, his hand had fallen to the ground.

The old ghost snorted and retreated quickly, trying to resist the pain of his broken wrist. He wanted to retreat to Jiuye outside the war.

Whoosh ~

the cold light broke through the sky and pierced the old ghost's heart.

Bang ~

before the old ghost's lax pupil even had time to float a touch of fear of death, he had been upright and backward, and fell at the feet of nine masters.

Another one died.

Liu Yanbo finally stopped and stood in the position where the old ghost had just stood shooting. He squinted at Jiu Ye, and the rest of his eyes glanced at the old man who was still sitting on the sofa.

Jiuye didn't carry his hands any more, and the old man didn't drink tea any more.

In less than a minute, nine people were killed.

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

”Who are you?”

Jiuye's voice was gloomy, and his eyes were cold and fixed on Liu Yanbo. As for the old ghost who fell at his feet, he didn't even look at it.

What happened after 31 years?

His ninth master is a hero of the first life, reminiscent and sad? He had no idea what these were.

Besides, this is not the time to be sentimental.

For many years, for a long time, no one has given himself such a dangerous feeling, even more dangerous than all the dangers he faced in the past.He never believed that the young man in front of him was just a taxi driver.

”You know what? What if I don't know? ” Liu Yanbo asked.

Now it is a situation of endless immortality. No matter who is or who is, there will be no second way. Is it meaningful to ask?

Liu Yanbo shook his head and asked faintly, ”now there are only two old guys left. Are you going to come together or one by one?”

His words hurt people too much and hurt Jiuye's self-esteem.

In a flash, nine masters burst out of terror. He went straight to Liu Yanbo and said in a cold voice, ”you are really strong, but I did not get my position today by luck. You are not the first one who wants to kill me, nor the last one.”

His ninth master was able to have today by himself.

It was not the killing without blood that was played in the rivers and lakes a few decades ago. It was a real fighting era when white knives entered and red knives came out.

He can fight his way to the top of his life from that dark age. His fighting power can definitely stand the challenge. Even in recent years, he has not killed the world's number one killer.

Liu Yanbo's fighting power is frightening enough, but in Jiuye's mind, he is just a young man with some skills and frivolous. He is dangerous, but not afraid.

Liu Yanbo stood in the same place, the corner of his mouth under the mask raised a trace of smile: ”I hope your strength can match your confidence.”

Jiuye walked faster and faster. When he was about two meters away from Liu Yanbo, his right hand shook and a sleeve sword fell into his hand and stabbed him straight.

Whoosh ~

just when the ninth master was about to stab Liu Yanbo in the eye, the old man who had been sitting on the sofa finally made a move, and a life-threatening Throwing Knife took Liu Yanbo's back heart.

Liu Yanbo leaned slightly and shot again. His movement did not look fast. He did not have the dazzling shadow of Taoism before, but -

his right hand had five fingers like a hook, and he caught Jiuye's wrist. The left hand is like a clamp, and the middle finger and index finger clamp the lethal throwing knife behind.

It's not fast or slow. It's just fine.