Turbulent Times Chapter 617: Fight in the rain (Part 2)

At all times and in all over the world, as long as you are a member of the underworld, there will be no good people. If you have not committed murder, arson, robbery, kidnapping, and rape, you will not become a real core member of the underworld . No matter how many of these people were killed, Wang Junlin would not relent.

Li Hu, the leader of the Blood Tiger Gang, paled, pointed at Wang Junlin tremblingly, and screamed like a crazy woman: "Wang Junlin! Could this be the legendary Zhuge Liannu? How could your guards have it? Such a terrifying killer."

The rain falls on the ground and is quickly polluted by the dust that accumulates on a daily basis. It gradually merges into streams and flows to the sewers on the street, and is quickly stinked by the years of sludge. This is the favorite environment for the rats in the capital. A mouse with a bit of festering fur was so courageous that it ran like no one else, and threw its two dirty black front paws at the side of a dead body, biting the fingers of the dead body, biting it excitedly, and occasionally licking its fur. It was stained with blood, but was startled by a scream, and ran away quickly in horror, got into the mouse hole, got under a courtyard wall next to the street, and got out again on the other side, and then the mouse was killed. The military boots of a black-clothed warrior were crushed into flesh.

The soldier full of military spirit slowly retracted his feet wearing military boots, glanced at the **** rats at his feet, listened to the sound outside the courtyard wall, slowly retreated to the queue, and gestured to his colleagues to fight outside Then he looked down at the Sui Army standard crossbow in his hand to confirm that the rain did not cause any problems with the machine spring.

A hundred black-clothed warriors wearing dark ponchos stood silently behind the courtyard wall, holding crossbow arrows in their hands. The black-clothed warriors were as silent as a group of stone sculptures, and neither wind, rain nor fighting could change their expressions in the slightest. They are real elite warriors who have fought a hundred battles, and they are also dead fighters and killers.

Behind these black-clothed warriors, there were two people sitting on the wooden floor of the open building locked by layers of rain curtains. One is less than twenty years old, a burly man like an iron tower, nine feet tall. The other person was wearing a hat, and his face could not be seen, but this person was missing an arm, and his feet were bare, which looked extremely weird.

The giant young man frowned slightly and looked at the silky rain curtain in front of him, and said softly: "Wang Junlin's martial arts has improved rapidly, which is beyond our expectations, and the Zhuge Liannu in the hands of the ten guards is also A big variable."

The one-armed monster lowered his head and did not speak. He listened to the sound of weapons piercing the air and the rain and screams from outside the wall, and kept his eyes fixed on the black knife in his hand.

The one-armed monster is none other than the number one master Chunqiu Nu and the most loyal servant of the Spring and Autumn Messenger, the contemporary Houyi of Shenjianmen, but this Houyi lost his own bow. Look at the giant stick in his hand Obviously, in the past year, the Spring and Autumn Envoy has tailored weapons for him, and most of them have re-practiced some powerful martial arts according to his situation.

This mansion is actually Jing Tian's mansion in the capital, the hundred killers and these two strong men are waiting for the moment when Jing Tian and Wang Junlin enter.

On the other side of the courtyard wall of Jingtian Mansion, there are two carriages parked at the entrance of a hidden alley where the summer rain is pattering. Unable to make a sound, he wanted to kick his front hooves twice but did not dare to move. One carriage was dead silent, but the sound of old breathing could be heard from the other carriage from time to time.

No one knew who was in the two carriages, but if Wang Junlin could see the man standing beside the carriage at this time, he would be able to guess the possible identity of the people in the carriage. That seemingly ordinary man was the son of the dead Changping King Qiu Rui, Qiu Fu, who ranked seventh on the list of the top ten young generals of the Sui Dynasty.

On a cool rainy night, the alley behind Jingtian Mansion.

Standing in the rain, Qiu Fu bent down and said in a low voice: "Wang Junlin's strength is much higher than expected, and the ten guards around him actually hold the legendary Zhuge Liannu in their hands. Tricky..."

The man in the carriage said calmly: "Why are you so anxious? There are still two masters of Xianyin sect in Jingtian mansion! If even they can't kill that guy Wang Junlin... As for those underworld masters, they will die as soon as they die. If you can kill Wang Junlin, even if you kill them all, it will be considered a success."

Hundreds of brave gangsters from the capital rushed over from all directions. In Gao Ying's eyes, they were like dogs. At this critical moment of life and death, they exploded with astonishing fighting power and bloodiness.

However, Wang Junlin's newly comprehended Inner Breath True Qi Resonance Saber Technique is very good at group battles, plus ten stagnant guards who carry continuous steel crossbows, the gap in strength between the two sides is not small.

In fact, after gradually becoming proficient in the method of resonance, Wang Junlin no longer slapped the Longque Saber in his hand, and had already returned to the normal saber technique, but the method of resonance was applied to it. In this way, compared to just now, Wang Junlin's lethality has more than doubled.

Every time he swung the Longque Knife, he would inevitably bring up several streaks of blood, his head would keep rolling off, the man holding the ax broke his finger, and the man wielding the knife fell down in the rain. No matter how powerful the blood is, it will always collapse in despair after his companions fall down from time to time.

Wang Junlin walked forward calmly with ten guards and Jing Tian. The new clothes on his body had already been wet by the rain, but he was not at all embarrassed.

Heroes from the three major underworld forces in the capital looked at the poisonous general Wang Junlin walking in the rain, as if they saw a demon nod to themselves in a gentle manner, and then raised their claws to easily crush themselves into pieces, full of shock Terrified, they could no longer suppress the fear in their hearts. Someone yelled, and the crowd finally dispersed.

Blood Tiger Gang Li Hu, Weihe Gang Han Jianghe, Heishoumen Bao. Pi Yang and other underworld bosses have slipped away without knowing when. The alley in front of Jingtian Mansion is surrounded by those who are constantly washed by the rain. Corpses, those seriously wounded and groaning, there is no longer a standing person in sight, and the world is completely quiet—if you ignore the corpses and wounded in the rain, ignore the **** smell that cannot be diluted by the rain, and the alley The corner of the mouth was knocked down.

The bodyguard who was always closest to Wang Junlin looked a little thin. At this time, he whispered something to Wang Junlin. Wang Junlin turned his head to look at Jingtian's mansion next to him, and said, "Slant up thirty degrees. , thrown behind the wall."

The other nine guards imitated the guard closest to Wang Junlin, and all of them moved in exactly the same way, throwing a shot towards the courtyard of Jingtian Mansion.

The sound of whoosh, whoosh, and whoosh pierced through the air continued, and each of the ten guards shot all the nine crossbow arrows in the continuous steel crossbow in one breath.

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