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- Chapter 3449: Massacre
Chapter 3449: Massacre
¡°It¡¯s the best of times, it¡¯s the worst of times, it¡¯s the age of wisdom, it¡¯s the age of stupidity!¡±
At dusk, as the sun set, Ma Yingqi leaned against the railing on the third floor of the Taipingshan Restaurant, holding a slender cigar in his mouth, muttering to himself: "This is the time of faith, this is the time of doubt; this is the light This is the season of darkness; this is the spring of hope, this is the winter of despair; people have everything before them, and people have nothing before them!"
¡°People are going straight to heaven; people are going straight to hell.¡±
Although Ma Yingqi repeatedly told Zhao Heng that he was in danger and that he had to move out of the restaurant immediately and quickly treat Bao Yu, Master Baoshu completely ignored his advice and insisted on spending medicine and effort to clean the wound. He hadn't left the room for three hours, and his visit was blocked by the six guardians at the door, just to avoid being disturbed.
Ma Yingqi had no choice but to give up in the face of Master Baoshu's strength. Although Master Baoshu claimed that he was confident and measured, Ma Yingqi, who had seen Zhao Heng's strength, knew that no matter how overestimating or cautious he was, Ma Yingqi It is not an exaggeration to say that Master Baoshu went all out to deal with Zhao Heng, and there was still half a chance of victory, but now, Ma Yingqi felt unsure.
He lamented Zhao Heng's shrewdness and regretted Master Baoshu's excessive persistence, but even he felt strange. According to his greedy and fearful character, when faced with risks that he could not control, he should run away immediately. Or avoid it, but Ma Yingqi did not leave this time. Thinking of Master Baoshu's smooth and plump body, he sighed:
"You can die under peonies, and you can be a ghost even if you die!"
Ma Yingqi shook his head and blew out a puff of smoke, and then scanned the extremely quiet environment around him. Master Baoshu did not evacuate from the restaurant, but many disciples spread out to monitor it covertly. After all, Zhao Heng already knew about this place, although later The reporter told him that he would visit Master Baoshu tomorrow night. Master Baoshu also held Ye Qingcheng in his hand, but for safety reasons he was still on high alert.
The turbulent atmosphere in the restaurant makes people nervous. Only the occasional sound of chanting sutras can dilute some of the tension.
"Whoosh!"
Just as Ma Yingqi flicked the burnt cigar away with his fingers and turned to go downstairs, his eyes were suddenly pierced by a figure on the main road leading to the restaurant, causing him to stop uncontrollably. In his field of vision, a face A middle-aged man wearing gray clothes with scars on his face, carrying a sharp saber under the afterglow of the setting sun, approached the restaurant slowly.
"Zhao Heng?"
Ma Yingqi reflexively called out a name, but quickly and firmly shook his head. Although the other party's courage and courage were frightening, he was definitely not the Zhao Heng who often gave him nightmares. At this time, two nuns in gray Falling lightly from the tree, he flashed the long sword in his hand to block the incoming attacker, but before the two swords crossed, a faint sword light flashed past mercilessly.
"Ding!"
The next second, the heads of the two nuns were like ripe fruits in autumn. They tore off the branches and fell down, rolling on the ground. There was an extremely smooth break on the necks of the two people, as if they had been cut by a tree. It was like cutting off the supreme sword, and it was undoubtedly the work of a middle-aged man. The latter was also stepping over the corpse calmly, with blood on the blade.
But no one saw the middle-aged man take action at all. He was like a lonely but powerful swordsman, advancing slowly in the sunset, one bloody step at a time. The four nuns who rushed out to block him stared at the heads of their companions on the ground. , their faces turned pale uncontrollably like Ma Yingqi, and even their tightly pressed lips turned pale.
The four people exerted their hands slightly, and the veins in the hands holding the sword loomed, and a drop of cold sweat dripped on their foreheads. Everyone knew that the middle-aged man was here to kill, kill them, kill everyone, but they didn't have much courage to resist at the moment. , although the two sisters placed in the first level are not high-level, they are certainly not novices who were brought to Hong Kong by the master.
¡° Two people like this can¡¯t even withstand a blow from the other side, so what can they do to fight against them?
The two heads rolled to the side, leaving a trail of blood!
"who are you?"
The lips of the four people were a little dry and timid. They subconsciously wanted to stop the middle-aged man from doing what he did next. They used their palms hard and held the hilt of the sword to generate the courage and killing intent to fight. They wanted to stop the middle-aged man forever at three meters. Besides, it's a pity that the long sword always remains in the scabbard and cannot be pulled out. It's not that I don't have the courage to pull it out, but that I don't have the chance to pull it out!
The next second, their heads flew out, and blood rose into the sky, dyeing the sunset in the eyes of Ma Yingqi and the other nuns. Four slender nuns suddenly fell down with their heads missing, and the long sword symbolizing courage remained. They didn't pull it out, they were a little sad and a little unhappy.??, they knew that the middle-aged man would kill them, but they didn't have the courage to fight.
"But we can't blame them for being cowardly. The middle-aged men are too strong and too fast.
Ma Yingqi still hasn't seen clearly the opponent's move. Even though he was dozens of meters away, he felt a chill, let alone the nun who was confronting the incoming man. He didn't recognize the middle-aged man's identity, let alone know the opponent. The purpose of coming here was that the other party would kill Master Baoshu¡¯s disciples in a simple, brutal and bloody way!
No reason was given, and perhaps it was not necessary for him at all.
Ma Yingqi murmured: "Is it a master of the Zhao family? It shouldn't be!"
He knew in his heart that if Zhao Heng really wanted to crush him regardless, he could completely mobilize the troops stationed in Hong Kong to bomb the restaurant. There was no need to send a master to wash out the restaurant with blood. However, Zhao Heng did not resort to bombardment and just sent someone to deliver a coffin, it shows that Zhao Heng cares about Ye Qingcheng very much, and Zhao Heng will bargain according to the rules of the game of Master Baoshu.
Therefore, Zhao Heng would never go on a killing spree without Ye Qingcheng's safety. Therefore, facing such a weird middle-aged man, Ma Yingqi was shocked and puzzled from the bottom of his heart. During this gap, Ye Lingfeng had already stood up. At the outer entrance of the restaurant, all the nuns in gray at the four outer gates died violently, and no one pulled out the sword in their waist!
"Kill-kill-kill-"
At this time, many nuns in gray clothes heard the commotion and poured out of the restaurant. They joined the sisters who were on guard outside and stood in front. When they saw more than a dozen sisters lying in a pool of blood, with their bodies and heads missing in extremely tragic ways, they revealed their emotions. There was a surge of grief, anger and murderous intent, and they all drew their swords with a loud shout. The next second, they pressed forward towards the middle-aged man, their swords blazing brightly.
"Ye-Qing-Cheng!"
The middle-aged man had a calm look on his face, and after squeezing out three words with difficulty, he walked forward with blood on his light-colored soles.
Six nuns full of murderous intent rushed in front of him, but there was no emotion on his face. He just slightly raised the saber in his hand. This simple movement made the six nuns in gray suddenly feel that their bodies became sluggish. As he got heavier, his reaction began to become sluggish, and the objects and people in front of him began to slowly disappear until he was the only one in front of him.
The heaviness of this kind of battle was something the six nuns had never experienced before, and the force of the middle-aged man's force was far beyond their expectations.
The momentum is too depressing!
"kill!"
The six nuns at the front shouted together. They knew that if they didn't take action, their momentum would be completely weakened, so they chose to attack actively. With their whole body strength reaching 100%, they turned the back of their swords and a cold light flashed. , with all their might, the six of them shouted and ran towards the middle-aged man. Their swords and their bodies were one, this was the peak speed they could achieve in this life.
In Ma Yingqi's surprised and approving eyes, six gray figures followed the cold light of the fast sword and flew towards the middle-aged man like sharp arrows. They struck with all their strength, preparing to kill the opponent with one move, but in the latter's eyes Here, these enemies and their swords were completely slowed down. The middle-aged man suddenly stepped up and jumped over them with his toes tapping the tip of his sword.
Killing intent cut through their fighting spirit. The six nuns in gray were shocked when they saw this. The corners of their mouths couldn't stop twitching. They didn't expect that someone could suppress their courage, and it was such a middle-aged man with a face full of scratches. When they were distracted for a moment, the middle-aged man suddenly jumped into the air, turned around, and struck down the sword in his hand like a rainbow.
"Whoosh!"
The speed of this knife was so fast that they didn't even react.
"flutter!"
Six people were cut off at the waist, and the middle-aged man stood in blood on the ground!
"ah!"
Then, the middle-aged man shuttled through the crowd like a fallen leaf, and screams continued. During this period, the middle-aged man also swept across the roof of the building inductively, passing by the horse eagle flag that was paying attention to him. This breath made the latter's His brows furrowed because he hated this aura. Not only did this aura smell of blood, but the most important thing was that it contained no emotion at all!
Some are just indifferent, cruel, and vicious!
It seems that before the middle-aged man's eyes and thoughts, there is nothing in the world worth cherishing. Anyone can regard it as a pig or a dog. At this time, the middle-aged man has killed more than thirty nuns, and his will has already He controlled everything on the scene, was strong, ferocious, and never gave in. He complied with moral principles and the compassion of the world became meaningless in front of him.
Ma Yingqi's body trembled slightly with the wind, and he wanted to order the elites of the Ma family to join the attack, but in the end he restrained his thoughts forcibly, fearing that he would waste his strength and not even have a way out. No matter how awesome Master Baoshu was, after all, She is not his die-hard loyalist. In times of danger, it is hard to tell whether she will protect him, so heHe looked coldly at the fight in front of him!
I hope the nun will chop down the middle-aged man soon.
"kill!"
The shouts of attack sounded again, and more than a dozen nuns in gray swarmed forward. Facing so many enemies, the middle-aged man still had no wave on his face, not even a sneer at the corner of his mouth, and turned the sharp saber half a circle in his hand. , then the tip of his toes touched the blood-stained ground, and he jumped high into the air and rushed towards the enemy, his body shape was like a meteor streaking across the sky!
"If a person is cold, the knife will be colder; if a person is fast, the knife will be faster!"
When the attacking nuns marveled at the middle-aged man's cheetah-like speed, the latter had already charged in front of them with a saber in his hand. The blade struck like lightning from left to right, splattering blood everywhere it passed. The five nuns covered their heads and He fell to the ground with a crash, with disbelief in his eyes: This guy's sword skills are as fast as lightning! Blood spilled on the ground, bright red and dazzling.
The attack was astonishing, slowing down the rest of the offensive and killing all movement in the world.
The middle-aged man glanced past the remaining nuns, looked at Master Baoshu who emerged from the door, and squeezed out three words without expression:
¡°Ye¡ª¡ªQing¡ª¡ªCheng!¡±
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