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Chapter 148 Asura Field [1 more]

"Five is enough!" A fool who stood in the position of Wang Liu blurted out in surprise, and then the strange atmosphere finally made him realize that something was wrong. He fixed his eyes on the person who raised his hand at the end, and asked in surprise: "Who are you?" Who? Who let you in!"

Nine knives and eighteen pairs of eyes stared at the mask of death. They all broke through in the life-and-death fight with swords, swords, and shadows. Their aura could be connected as one and they seemed to overwhelm them. Their eyes were shocked and terrified.

The Grim Reaper Mask didn't speak, but his raised right hand turned into a counting head, and the fingers in white gloves counted one by one.

This silent movement seemed to be full of oppression. When he pointed at someone, everyone's spine shivered inexplicably, as if they were really called by the god of death.

Xiaodao Wangliu suddenly discovered that although there was only one person in this Death Mask, although he didn't say anything, even though it was just a simple action of counting heads one by one, it had already broken the aura formed by the nine knives, and was even countering.

If they were counted by Death Mask one by one, the nine knives might not be able to hold the knives, Wang Liu's heart sank, this is really a master!

Wang Liu wanted to stop the Death Mask, but he suddenly found that he couldn't make a sound.

The invisible aura emitted from the Death Mask was like a frog boiled in warm water. They didn't feel the pressure at first, but when they felt it, they were already suppressed and unable to move.

The nine people were full of panic and fear, but they sat there like old monks in meditation. They knew it was wrong but they could only let the fingers of Death Mask count the past one by one. When the last person was counted, ——For Nine Swords, this is an opportunity!
Because there must be a change in the movement of Death Mask after counting the heads, and it is impossible to count again, so when the movement changes, the previous momentum weakens. The nine knives have cooperated with each other for many years, and Wang Liu is just a With their eyes, everyone already understood what he meant.

So when the Death Mask finished counting and the last person raised his hand, the nine knives felt relaxed at the same time, and Wang Liu decisively wiped his hands behind his waist, and pulled out his eight-cutting knives in a "swish". Knife, shouted and jumped onto the table.

The other eight brothers also drew their swords immediately, but they were inferior to Wang Liu in terms of strength, speed, and reaction, so although he was the furthest away from Shang Wang Liu, he was the first to attack Death Mask.

"Crack clap..."

Holding two knives in his hands, Wang Liu bent his body and walked quickly on the table. In a blink of an eye, he was in front of the Death Mask. With a flash of cold light, Wang Liu's knives had already cut off his head!

But at this moment, Wang Liu saw clearly the only pair of beautiful red phoenix eyes exposed on the mask of the god of death. At this moment, those pair of red phoenix eyes were looking at him with silly eyes, which made Wang Liu feel self-doubt in an instant : Where the hell am I so stupid?

"Bah!"

Death Mask suddenly raised his leg and kicked on the table, immediately kicking the long conference table upside down.

At the same time, Wang Liuyi stepped into the air.

Emma——Wang Liu lost his balance, but he still insisted on slashing the knife towards the mask of death with his tenacious proletarian spirit.

But what he didn't expect was that the Death Mask grabbed his wrist as if grabbing something out of a bag, and following Wang Liu, he felt an irresistible powerful force grabbing him casually, "Pu Chi Pu Chi "The voice is endless.

"hiss……"

Wang Liu was so painful that tears were about to come out. Masquerade grabbed him and swung him around, and he didn't know how many knives he blocked. Anyway, his back, arms, and legs hurt everywhere now, but Masquerade did not hurt him at all. He threw him to the floor without mercy and sympathy, almost throwing his stomach out.

Lying on the ground, Wang Liu felt as if he had traveled through time. Although he was still here, Hun'er didn't know where he had gone. When Hun'er came back, Wang Liu found that the surroundings were as quiet as a cemetery, but the bloody It tasted like a butchery.

Wang Liu raised his head in a daze, he suddenly realized that he was still wrong, this place is clearly the Asura Field...

Eight of the nine knives have been smashed into the sand. Of course, they did not die, but it was worse than death, because they all became disabled, their arms were cut off neatly at the shoulders, and the blood was gurgling. The earth flowed out and stained the earth red.

The Reaper Mask stood in front of him, playing with a Nepalese army knife in his hand, and Wang Liu was dazzled and terrified when he played with the knife.

"Why!" Wang Liu was terrified and wronged: "We are just a knife. If others pay for it, we will pay for it. If there is a wrong and a debtor, whoever hired us, you can find someone!"

"The people who hired you have already paid the price." The Danfeng eyes of the Death Mask curved up, like a crooked moon: "But I don't agree with your theory. If a person lets a dog bite me, he will lose money. Could it be that the dog just Can you let it go?"

"We... are not dogs..." Wang Liu clenched his teeth: A soldier can be killed but not humiliated!
"I said you are, you are!" With a wave of Death Mask's hand, two cold lights flashed, and Wang Liu suddenly fell to the ground like a dog eating shit.

"Lion..." Wang Liu took a deep breath, and suddenly found that the air leak was serious, and there were two shiny things jumping in front of him.

Lao Tzu's front teeth!
Wang Liu was stunned for a moment before he realized it, but immediately there was severe pain from his shoulders, and he realized that his arms had been cut off at the level of his shoulders, and the knife was so fast that he didn't even feel it. By then, the Mask of Death had disappeared.

You still insult me!Woo...

"The god of death! He is the god of death in Huadu!" Suddenly someone screamed hysterically, and Wang Liu suddenly remembered that there seems to be a legend about the god of death circulating on the road recently.

It's just that because the legend of the god of death is in Huadu, Wang Liu and the others always feel that they are far away from them, but they didn't expect to dance with the god of death today.

"Come on! Take us to the hospital!" Someone screamed.

But someone stopped him immediately: "Are you so stupid? If you don't live in an official school or die in a hospital, you have forgotten the rules of the road!"

"You are so stupid! With our current shape, we have basically said goodbye to the road!"

The door of the conference room was knocked open, and the brothers of the Small Knife Club rushed in and were shocked to see that the nine heads of their families, without exception, had their arms cut off and fell into a pool of blood. One is still thinking about bickering...

It's over, it's over...

Wang Liusheng stared at his two front teeth, which had been honorably laid off, without love. The nine knives as the core were all abolished, and the Small Knife Society was also expelled from the Tao.

"Om-"

The Touareg and a Cayenne drove side by side again to the mountain road lined with strange rocks. At this moment, the Touareg stepped on the brakes suddenly, causing the Cayenne to go over first.

Bellon landed on the Touareg like a car, attached to the window of the driver's car. Chiling Hatano slid like a fish to the co-pilot, and passed through the window of the co-pilot directly. At the moment of flying out, Shiling Hatano He looked back at Bellon and smiled.

"Hiss..." Bei Long, who got into the driver's seat seamlessly, was startled by her smiling back and almost had an accident.

It's so terrible!

Can you imagine an old man smiling at your charming glance?And that old man looks exactly like you!
Beiron raised the car window and fastened his seat belt at the same time. Although the car was still galloping at a speed of [-] kilometers per hour, it did not affect his dual-tasking.

But at this time, the sky was already pale. In order to cover Bei Long, the racing party members who usually tossed until three or four o'clock at most insisted on playing until dawn.Of course, for drag racing gangsters, this is nothing more than a night of fun, but for little ghosts, it's too much.

When the Touareg returned to the drag racing party gathering place, the kid took off the military night vision glasses and did eye exercises to relieve eye fatigue.

Staring at the eyeballs like this all night to watch, clairvoyance will also be blind!

"Little ghost, is Bei Long still racing?" The old corpse's cold voice came from the headset. Although he hadn't slept all night, he didn't feel tired at all.

The kid changed a pair of binoculars to look at the Touareg, and saw the door open, and Veron got out of the car, and smoked a cigarette with the driver of the Cayenne. look.

"Just finished a lap, it looks like it should be about the same." The kid guessed that the drag racing party had already left one after another, and the carnival last night was finally coming to an end.

"Are you sure he is the one driving the car?" The old corpse said with a more serious tone.

"You don't believe me?" The kid's expression turned cold.

"It's not that I don't believe you, it's just that the matter is important..."

"...I'm sure it's him!"

"In this case, we can give up the monitoring of Beilong." The old corpse sighed: "At two o'clock this morning, in Rongcheng, 250 kilometers away, the god of death came to the headquarters of the Small Knife Society and crippled the arms of nine knives. It's ready to disband."

"What?" The kid was taken aback: "Are you sure it's the real God of Death?"

"Definitely." The old corpse said in a deep voice, "The comrades over there have interrogated the nine knives separately. Judging from their description, the person who crippled their arms is definitely the god of death."

"...Hoo." The little ghost was silent for a moment, let out a foul breath, and began to pack his things: "I'll be right back, let's go to Rongcheng!"

Regarding Ge Tianci's death, because Ge Jinsuo blocked the news, even Zhong Kui's team failed to get the news in time, which led them to make a wrong judgment.

The crisis that Zhong Kui's group brought to Bei Long has been temporarily lifted, but what Bei Long is facing at this time is another crisis.

Chiling Hatano, who had returned to her normal women's attire like a fashionable city girl, sat on the passenger seat of the Touareg, winking at Bellon and saying, "Boy, why don't you take me home for a while?"

(End of this chapter)