Immortal Martial God Chapter 1658: Beat the knife

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Everyone can't wait to see the fight, but the old man walks very slowly, like a **** who makes people scratch their heads.

As the old man walks, he knocks on the gong in his hand.

When he was halfway there, a man with a big knife came out of the buildings on both sides.

He continued walking, walking several hundred meters, and another man carrying a big knife followed the queue.

When the old man walked to the entrance of Drunk Flower Street, there were already four knife bearers standing behind him.

"It's going to begin!" Everyone immediately lowered their voices, waiting nervously for the fierce battle that followed.

The old man pressed the gong with one hand, glanced over Xiang Nan's four people, and finally set his eyes on Xiang Nan's face.

"Are you ready?" the old man asked.

Xiang Nan and his three brothers looked at each other and took off their shirts one after another, leaving their upper bodies naked.

The old man was not in a hurry, he pointed at Xiang Nan and them with a finger, and said: "One, two, three, four."

"Four people, one person three dollars, two people six dollars, four people twelve dollars, and each one twelve dollars."

Speaking of this, the old man looked back at the four knife-bearers, and said unhurriedly: "There is a rule in everything, and it is essential for street walkers to take the knife."

"But the person who cuts the sword also has to pay attention to it. There are three'no's. You must remember them clearly."

"If you don’t cut off the limbs of the picker, the head, arms, legs, or even the fingers cannot be cut off. Don’t let the picker lack body parts."

"The heart, brain, lower yin, tendons and hamstrings, throat, spine, throat, spine, and spine are not to be stabbed."

"Three don't want human life, the four of them have to go to the streets, they can't be hacked to death in the street."

The four swordsmen nodded one after another and said, "Master, remember."

The old man smiled slightly and said: "Okay, let's start."

After that, the old man held the gong and hammered the gong with a bang.

The four swordsmen step forward at the same time, raising the giant sword high.

The four Xiang Nan stood on the spot, motionless.

Huh!

Four giant knives fell at the same time, leaving a huge wound on Xiang Nan's four people!

Smear the poison on the knife, the poison is effective for three days, and the wound cannot heal within three days.

The wound left by the knife went down, causing Xiang Nan and the others to turn flesh and blood, and even their bones were chopped in.

According to the rules, the body parts of the martial artist cannot be cut off, so the bones can be cut, but not.

Xiang Nan was stabbed in the back from the left shoulder to the right hip. The wound was shocking, and blood poured out all at once.

The setting sun is a knife in the chest, a knife from the collarbone to the right hip, while the blue sky is a knife in the shoulder, this knife almost cut off his entire arm.

The black sickle was a knife in the head, and a knife struck the chin from the forehead, splitting a face in half.

Blood.

The four Xiang Nan began to lose blood quickly, but during the process of being hit by the knife, they couldn't run their Qi and couldn't maintain their physical strength, so the blood flow would not stop automatically.

The best way is to cut the twelve knives immediately, but the old man’s unhurried personality has actually made the preparations at this time.

It's done with one knife.

The **** old **** was sitting in an armchair on the side of the street, sipping tea unhurriedly.

Xiang Nan's four people stood there without changing their faces, but the blood had flowed down the trouser legs to the ground, converging into a piece of news.

The first serious problem caused by a lot of blood loss is the weakening of strength.

Dry mouth and tongue, body weakness, dizziness.

The spectators have heard of walking on the street a long time ago, but few have actually seen them. At this time, seeing such a cruel scene, they couldn't help feeling their scalp tingling.

That **** old bastard, he hasn't even ordered a second shot!

After the old man sips his tea in small sips, he lazily rang the second gong.

Boom!

The four swordsmen slashed the second one.

This time, Xiang Nan had a knife in his chest, a knife in the back of the setting sun, a knife in Blue Sky's thigh, and a black sickle in his stomach.

The blood flow does not stop, but the martial artist can recover blood and regenerate, but now, the speed of blood recovery can't keep up with the speed of blood loss.

Walking down the street, those who can survive the first round are all men.

Someone whispered: "This old man also looks at people. If he finds people walking down the street, he will doubly make things difficult if he is a little timid and frightened."

"If you see a streetwalker who is tenacious and unyielding, he will do something better."

Sure enough, the old man looked up at Xiang Nan and the others, nodded approvingly.

This old man has been fighting with his heart, deliberately slowing down, and deliberately taking the first step to the knife, and he can barely carry it over, just to delay you.

See if you are upset, if you are getting more fearful.

However, the four of Xiang Nan didn't change their faces. None of them were afraid of death. On the contrary, some of them were people who wanted to die.

In the face of death, some of them are not timid, at best, they are just regrets.

"Yes, kind of look." The old man nodded, and banged the third gong.

Four knives cut down, leaving deep wounds on Xiang Nan's four.

At this time, it was only the third cut. The blue sky with the weakest physical defenses was already panting, but in his eyes, there was no fear or hesitation.

The old man nodded and knocked again.

He has not deliberately delayed time to make things difficult for Xiang Nan and the others.

After the fourth knife fell, there was still the sound of a gong.

Knock, slash.

After hacking eight times, the blue sky could no longer stand, and the whole person fell in a pool of blood, but he still kept his eyes open and said nothing.

He tried several times to get up, but fell down again and again, splashing blood everywhere.

Black sickle came next, his body swayed and he was a little unsteady.

At this time, Xiang Nan extended his right hand to the blue sky, let the blue sky grab his elbow and lift him up.

The blue sky just leaned on Xiang Nan's shoulders, panting, still silent.

The four faces pale as paper.

The old man saw Xiang Nan's movements, and he stopped smiling. The only thing on his face was respect.

In the face of danger, there are really not many brothers who are willing to reach out for help.

The old man nodded, personally came over with a cup of tea and handed it to Lantian, saying: "Drink it."

The blue sky thanked him, and opened his mouth to drink the tea, which is real tea without any spiritual ingredients.

But at least, it can quench thirst.

The old man nodded, banged, and hit the ninth gong.

One cut fell, and then the gong sounded, another cut.

After ten knives, the black sickle couldn't stand, and the whole person fell on his back and lay down straight.

Slap.

The blood puddle was splashed into a beautiful red picture.

The setting sun stretched out his big hand, pulled the black sickle up, and put his arm around the black sickle shoulder.

The cold wind is getting colder, the goose feathers are falling, and the blood puddles on the ground have quickly frozen into red ice.

Four people stood in the cold wind, Xiang Nan supported the blue sky, and the setting sun held the black sickle.

The scene is quiet.

At this time, the mentality of watching the excitement gradually diminishes, and people’s faces show more respect for the strong.

This kind of respect has nothing to do with strength and state.

"Are you okay." The old man brought a cup of hot tea and handed it to Xiang Nan.

Xiang Nan took the tea cup and handed it to the black sickle, saying: "Come on."

The old man nodded and hit the eleventh gong.

The eleventh knife cut down!

The four people who were slashed were out of shape, the face could not be recognized as the face, and the body could not be recognized as the body. Like four **** monsters.