Chapter 276 The Great Storm in Jianghu ([-]) When Yamamoto Masahito and Thirteen faced each other, the swordsmen and gunmen who had been ambushing on both sides of the venue came out in full force, surrounding the funeral procession.
Although these people seemed to be just a swarm of people, in front of every few or dozen people, there was a swordsman or hall master standing responsible for command.
There are only twelve fit people with He Lisheng, but there are also a lot of hall masters or leaders who can conspire against him.
Yamamoto Masahito looked at Thirteen, with a contemptuous smile on his face.
"I just told you that since the last zombie incident, Hong Kong Island has been burning as soon as corpses appear. How could it be possible for you to keep them for so long? So you plan to bury these two coffins with me?"
Thirteen smiled and said: "Yeah, I don't know if I have such an honor."
"Yes, Miss Thirteen, I really like you too, but I like to be on top, so I have to get down first."
As soon as he finished speaking, Yamamoto Masahito raised his hand to grab Thirteen. This was an unparalleled move of power.
Since you want to fall out, you have to kill with one strike. Any more hesitation and delay will kill yourself.
Thirteen also came with this kind of awareness, so the moment Yamamoto Masahito took action, she also flew up with a kick, hitting the opponent's chin.
But Yamamoto Masahito was extremely fast. While he grabbed Thirteen by the collar, he pushed his elbow to the side, and Thirteen's harsh kick was resolved.
Immediately afterwards, before Thirteen could react, she felt a huge force coming from Yamamoto Masahito's fingertips, and she was about to be arrested!
At this moment, two loud noises were heard at the same time, and the covers of the two coffins on the cart rose into the sky.
At the same time, a figure flew towards Yamamoto Masahito.
It's Abao!
At this moment, he was holding up his trousers, and the pair of mechanical prostheses installed under his thighs were burning with fire and smoke. It was obvious that the power had been increased to the highest level.
Abao came forward with his toes slightly on the ground. With a sharp, ear-piercing sound of metal friction and the sound of an air pump exploding, he jumped up high and stabbed his foot straight towards Yamamoto Masahito's Tianling Cap.
"interesting!"
Yamamoto Masahito flicked his wrist, and Thirteen's hands that tightly grasped his arms were shaken away, causing a numbness.
At the same time, he jumped back a step, put his hands together and pushed up.
As the ground cracked under his feet, Abao was also pushed out by him, and the offensive collapsed instantly.
As soon as he pushed Abao out, he finally saw the figure jumping out of another coffin.
That was the talkative person in Causeway Bay, Yi Zheng.
This person is even more of a good friend of the gangbang, a sworn brother of Prince Sheng, and a disciple of Hua Zirong! At this moment, he held two multi-barreled revolvers on his waist and was pouring firepower around him.
Wherever the tongue of fire passed, people and horses were turned upside down.
When their eyes met, Yi Zheng immediately turned his gun. Regardless of how close Thirteen was standing to the target, bullets poured towards Yamamoto Masahito like water.
Unable to avoid it, Yamamoto Masahito simply stood up straight.
【Fudo Mingou! 】
A black light invisible to the naked eye flowed out of Yamamoto Masahito's body. The black light was like a coating, flowing over his plump and strong muscles, and also sent a breath of energy to his whole body's meridians.
The bullets fired like a violent storm crackled on his body, as if hitting a steel plate, and the bullets shattered after impact.
After the scalp-numbing sound, Yi Zheng's gun was emptied of bullets.
Several men hurried forward and hurriedly loaded him with ammunition and gunpowder.
He can't even be killed by bullets. Who wouldn't panic after seeing this? Taking advantage of the lull in the firepower, Yamamoto Masahito ran into the ancestral hall without looking back, because just now he had seen several people carrying explosive bags running toward him, with a look of fearlessness on their faces. .
Bullets can be stopped, but explosives may not.
Moreover, this outfit also affected his performance. It was far less fit than the original outfit. Naturally, if the knife had been around, Thirteen would have been a corpse.
He was also caught off guard by Yi Zheng's sudden betrayal.
"Damn it, no one out there has any sense of loyalty!"
After scolding him, he ignored Shi San and Abao and followed closely. He turned around a few times and went around behind the human wall. A few thugs blocked the pursuers.
But at this moment, the surroundings had become a mess, with bullets, machetes, and people fighting together.
Blood splattered in the field, and shouts of killing arose, stimulating everyone's nerves.
Regardless of whether others were stimulated or not, Li Zhuoer was sure that he must have been stimulated.
Because his hands were trembling uncontrollably, even when he touched the flying knife, he felt a hint of coldness that was different from usual.
Li Zhuoer is the only Tang person in the club, or strictly speaking, he just has yellow skin.
Because he is not from Kyushu, but was born in Singapore. He belongs to a family of martial arts and even flying knives.
He is an assassin and a killer. He is usually used to working alone, or with many people on his side and the other side working alone.
All he had to do was hide in the dark and throw one or more flying knives at the target. In the blink of an eye, a person would have blood spurting out of his body and die.
This method is efficient and safe. Many of his opponents, or targets, often die without noticing his presence.
This was his first time fighting against someone in public. Li Zhuoer's palms were sweaty, like a boxer who had just entered the this moment, all the dignitaries in the main stand had fled. He no longer had any doubts about missing, so he could free up his hands and go for a big fight.
But Yin Xiu has also disappeared inexplicably.
Li Zhuoer looked to the left and right. The two brothers playing chess obviously didn't find Yin Xiu's whereabouts. They were each on alert and searching carefully.
At this time, they didn't seem to care about the noisy fighting situation around them, even though stray bullets were flying and explosions were everywhere.
Li Zhuoer held a flying knife in his hand, and the other two fingers hung frivolously on his fingertips, swaying with his footsteps, like wind chimes driven by the wind.
boom! A bullet hit in front of Li Zhuoer, and while sawdust flew away, Yin Xiu jumped out from behind a chair.
"How brave!"
Li Zhuoer flicked his wrist, and several flying knives flew towards Yin Xiu, with a bit of cold light.
At the same time, he quickly retreated in the direction of the two brothers behind him, looking for their cover.
It seems that he shot in a hurry, but in fact every flying knife is aimed at a vital point. He can kill people several times by shooting a few knives.
Yin Xiu looked at these murderous intentions in front of her, with a sneer on her face.
He raised his hand, and the Yuanyang Blade poked out from his sleeve. In the interlacing cold light, he knocked down several flying knives.
At the same time, Yin Xiu pulled back her right hand, then swung it forward, bringing up a series of afterimages and the sound of breaking wind. At the same time, the butterfly blade in her hand spun and flew towards Li Zhuoer's back.
Li Zhuoer was only a few meters away from one of the two brothers. He turned around without hesitation when he heard the sound of breaking wind, his face full of disdain.
"Damn it, you're doing everything in front of me!"
His competitive spirit was suddenly aroused, and he touched his waist with both hands, and the two flying knives stuck to his palms.
He smiled coldly, and moved his left and right hands faster and slower. The two flying knives seemed to fly out one after another, but they flew together almost at the same time, walking side by side. In the blink of an eye, they were about to collide with the black knife, the tip of the knife pointed at the tip of the knife.
At this moment, the murderous black light suddenly drew a huge arc to the side, shifting its direction like a boomerang or a floating stone.
Have you been carried away by the wind?
Li Zhuoer smiled disdainfully. An amateur is an amateur. With his 20 years of knife-throwing skills, his fingers have become calloused on the handle of the knife. How can the opponent just throw a knife out to compete with him? He relaxed. Behind him, the two brothers playing chess were shocked and their eyes were filled with tears.
Just because they saw the black light, after making a circle, it floated behind Li Zhuoer and pierced his heart.
That's right, it was floating, not flying, because the black knife was just swaying, like a fallen leaf blowing in the wind, silently, without even a fixed posture, but it fell accurately on Li Zhuoer.
More like a drunkard, wandering to the door of his house and ringing the doorbell.
puff!
As the coldness entered his body, Li Zhuoer spat out a drop of blood and fell heavily to the ground, trembling on the ground, seemingly unwilling to do so.
"That Jack is right. Your flying knife is really incomparable to his. Some things really depend on talent."
Yin Xiu walked up to him in a few steps, first forced the two brothers to stop with her eyes, and then suddenly kicked Li Zhuoer's throat to pieces.
The eyes of the flying swordsman who was still sneering and arrogant were widened and his pupils were dilated. After exhaling the last breath from his throat, he died.
"What should I do next?"
One person looked at the other person and asked aloud.
"Right now, it seems that we are being generalized." Another person replied.
"No more moves?"
“Maybe there’s a few more hands left to go.”
"How is the victory?"
"Between five and five."
As soon as these words came out, one person seemed to feel the confidence conveyed by the other person. After the two reached out and punched each other, they began to separate left and right, and slowly walked towards Yin Xiu.
Yin Xiu stood next to Li Zhuoer's body. He knew very well that the two men seemed to be approaching leisurely.
But as soon as he bent down to pick up the knife on the ground, one of them would take the lead and attack him.
Another person will attack soon after, putting him in a disadvantageous situation.
This knife cannot be picked up for a while, but it does not prevent him from killing people.
"Hey, that one with a high hairline, yes, he's talking about you. You just said between five and five, is it because there are two of you?"
Yin Xiu grinned, "What if I use this trick?"
As soon as he finished speaking, a shadow appeared out of thin air to his right, and then gradually became clear.
First the skeleton, then the flesh, and finally the layers of armor.
[Shadow Warrior], activate!
(End of this chapter)