Chapter 889 (1/2)

In the room, Gu Xinglang stood in a pile of flesh and blood. The world in his eyes was covered with a layer of blood mist again. Gu sanshao hung his head and stood there stiff and motionless.

The man in black standing opposite Gu Xinglang was pale. It was clear that Gu Xinglang looked down at the ground, but the man dared not move.

Young master Fenglin stood at the window, holding his breath. In addition to a few shouts just now, he was trying to reduce his sense of existence in the house.

Wu Huan is still in a coma, unaware of what is happening around him.

The confrontation time is actually very short, but it is long enough for several sober people inside and outside the room.

Gu Xinglang seemed to have seen enough of the flesh and blood under his feet and slowly looked up at the man directly opposite him.

Suddenly, the man in black did not advance but retreated. He swept back, raised his hand and punched through the thick wall. The night wind poured into the house from the hole and blew a dozen stationery in the house.

The higher the martial arts, the more clear the weight of his own and the weight of his opponent. After Gu Xinglang killed four people in a row, the man in black understood that he was not the opponent of the monster and understood why he had to get the monster. At this moment, don't worry about cursing. The first thing a man in black should do is to keep his life.

When the man in black came to the hole in the wall, Gu Xinglang stood in front of him again. The wind blew Gu Xinglang's robe up like a soul summoning flag.

The figure of the man in black was shocked. It was too late to step back. Gu Xinglang's knife tilted from bottom to top.

Master Fenglin closed his eyes.

The blade stopped in the throat of the man in black, and a pool of blood soon filled their feet. The throat of the man in black ”Ho Ho” rang. Gu Xinglang raised his finger, stained the blood on the handle, and was warm with the blood of the man in black.

The arm of the man in black hung on his side and couldn't lift it up. Just now he waved a palm with all his strength. As a result, the palm wind hit Gu Xinglang's knife. Gu Xinglang was unharmed, but his hands and arms were completely broken.

The blood between his fingers accumulated more and more. Gu Xinglang dipped his hand in the blood. Suddenly, the bowl of his hand turned and the knife was pulled out from the throat of the man in black. Obviously, it was only a knife in the throat, but the body of the man in black was torn apart with the withdrawal of the knife.

The strong smell of blood made master Fenglin raise his hand to cover his mouth and nose.

Gu Xinglang looked at young master Fenglin.

At this time, Jingmo ordered the guard outside the door: ”push the door open.”

Xiaowei hesitated. There was no sound in the room again. Xiaowei didn't dare to think what he would see when he opened the door.

Jingmo saw Xiaowei hesitate and pushed the door.

Gu Xinglang saw the ”squeak” sound of the door opening and turned to look at the door.

Jingmo and Xiaowei breathed together, and small blood vessels crisscrossed Gu Xinglang's face, forming a frightening totem, bright red but also cold.