Immortality: Starting as a Butcher to Level Up in Cultivation!

"Master Zheng, are you okay?"

"Damn it, brothers, grab your weapons!"

"Be careful, it's a bit tricky!"

The sudden fight

alarmed the Blood Crow Gang members who were trying to put out the fire.

They drew their swords and surrounded them from all directions, cursing.

Each of them had fierce and ruthless eyes, and they were all desperate criminals who had been fighting for years.

But Wei Hong was not afraid at all. He stared at Zheng Fusheng, who was kneeling on one knee on the ground, with a smile on his face, and his eyes were full of coldness.

"Who are you?" Zheng Fusheng gritted his teeth and asked, "When did the Tiger Head Gang have a hidden head and a tail like you?"

"I'm not from the Tiger Head Gang." Wei Hong deliberately sneered in a hoarse voice.

"You?"

Zheng Fusheng's face suddenly changed.

If he is not from the Tiger Head Gang, there is only one possibility!

"Are you the mastermind who killed my brother?" Zheng Fusheng stared, and couldn't help spitting out a mouthful of blood.

He never thought that the other party had been secretly watching him.

And he came to him at this chaotic time.

"How dare you!" Zheng Fusheng became more and more angry as he thought about it, and he couldn't help but said madly: "I haven't taken the initiative to find you to kill you, but you dare to come to my door, go to hell!"

"Swish!"

He suddenly drew his sword out of the sheath and prepared to fight back.

But the next moment, Wei Hong rushed over like a cannonball.

After knocking away two strong men who blocked the road, he attacked Zheng Fusheng like crazy.

He didn't show any trace of the Five Beast Fist!

He only used the most primitive and rough fists and feet to attack, but he left a trail of afterimages, and a series of fists and feet fell wildly, as if it was a storm that directly submerged Zheng Fusheng.

"Get out of here!"

Zheng Fusheng hurriedly drew his sword to resist.

"Ding Ding Ding!"

A series of metal and iron clanging sounds rang out one after another.

The two men collided with each other crazily, the long sword and the small sword kept colliding and sparks were emitted, and then blood splashed. The fierce battle made it impossible for anyone to intervene.

After a few breaths, the two separated again.

Wei Hong was still safe and sound, but his blood and qi were boiling and almost burst his robes, and the evil spirit on his body almost turned into substance.

Zheng Fusheng was a bit miserable, he had a few more wounds on his body!

And these wounds were all in the abdomen, and the wounds penetrated deep into the lungs.

Although the strong who had perfected the skin refining could control the contraction of the membrane and close the wound to prevent the loss of blood, Wei Hong was too vicious and pierced his internal organs with one knife after another.

So that his internal organs were bleeding crazily now!

No matter how strong his vitality was, it was difficult for the gods to save him!

"You? You?"

Zheng Fusheng's body was shaky.

Big mouthfuls of blood spurted out of his mouth and nose, and even his breathing was unstable.

"Die!"

Wei Hong was too lazy to talk nonsense with him, and rushed over fiercely again.

Zheng Fusheng slashed with a knife in panic, hoping to force him back and escape, but Wei Hong raised his hand and grabbed him.

"Ding!"

The long knife fell on his palm, as if it was slashing on a piece of iron.

Not only was he clamped on the spot, but also sparks flew out.

"It's over!"

No time to think about it!

The next moment, the heart-breaking knife passed, and Zheng Fusheng's heart was directly pierced.

He stared with unwilling eyes, slowly fell to the ground and died.

Wei Hong silently wiped the blood on the heart-breaking knife on his clothes, and then turned his head carelessly to look at other people. These scoundrels of the Blood Crow Gang had already been scared to the point of numbness, and their faces were alert but they didn't dare to come forward.

"Swish, swish, swish!"

Wei Hong was too lazy to talk nonsense, and raised his hand to greet with a burst of flying needles.

The flying needles flashed in the dark night and hit everyone instantly.

"Ahhh!"

Amid the screams, the gangsters all covered their eyes and wailed in pain.

Wei Hong rushed into the crowd like a ghost, easily harvested their lives and then withdrew.

In the blink of an eye, the street in front of the Sifang Casino was already full of dead bodies.

Great revenge!

This time, it can be regarded as a comfort to Uncle Lu's spirit in heaven.

At the same time, a threat was completely solved and some money was made. With three birds with one stone, Wei Hong felt very happy and even walked a little lighter.

"Let's go back first, the streets are still too chaotic!"

"After going back, think about whether there are any omissions tonight, and at the same time, the battle with Zheng Fusheng must be reviewed."

Wei Hong murmured in his heart, and after confirming that no one was following him, he was ready to walk towards Tianbao Lane, but just when he turned into an alley, he met a person.

To be precise, it was a masked man!

He was tall and wearing night clothes, with cold eyes, holding a knife dripping with blood in his hand, and there were more than a dozen disciples of the Tiger Head Gang on the ground.

"Huh?"

The other party was also stunned.

Obviously, he didn't expect to meet the same masked man in the middle of the night.

"Interesting, what are you doing?" The masked man said hoarsely.

Wei Hong didn't say anything, but his hand hidden in his sleeve silently grasped the handle of the knife, and at the same time, he looked at the other party vigilantly.

This man gave him a very familiar feeling.

It seemed that he had seen him somewhere, but it seemed very strange.

The voice was obviously deliberately disguised, and people couldn't hear anything.

"Passing by!" Wei Hong also answered in a hoarse voice: "You have your own things to do, and I have my own things to do. Can we keep out of each other's way?"

"Okay, please!" The masked man chuckled.

"Please!"

Wei Hong stepped forward without fear.

He walked forward along the alley as usual.

Until they passed each other, both of them attacked at the same time.

"Ding!"

The heartbroken knife touched the opponent's long knife three times in a row.

Wei Hong didn't think twice and pressed down, and the knife in his hand attacked the opponent's bottom lane frantically. The masked man exclaimed and was forced to retreat again and again.

"Come again!"

The masked man roared, holding the knife with both hands and slashed horizontally.

Wei Hong dodged flexibly, sometimes as light as a white crane, sometimes jumping like a monkey, constantly wandering around the opponent, looking for an opportunity to fight in close combat.

It happened that this man's knife skills were outstanding, and he was able to defend himself without leaking a drop of water.

At the same time, his strength was also stronger than Zheng Fusheng.

In a dozen breaths, Wei Hong fought with him for dozens of moves.

Every move was dangerous, and he didn't get any advantage at all.

"Awesome!" Wei Hong secretly admired in his heart: "Shendu is indeed a place with hidden dragons and crouching tigers. There is nothing to be proud of for killing Zheng Fusheng by sneak attack. I am still too weak!"

"Haha!" The masked man also sneered: "Good skills. If it were somewhere else, I would definitely fight you well, but forget it today. You don't want to alarm others and make both of us unable to escape, right?"

"Of course, I said that we should keep out of each other's way." Wei Hong replied.

"Okay!"

The masked man didn't say anything more.

The two of them slowly retreated face to face, and turned away when they were far apart.

This inexplicable conflict ended here. Wei Hong didn't know who the other party was from beginning to end, why he wanted to kill the people of the Tiger Head Gang, and he didn't even recognize his martial arts moves.

But in the lightning-fast fight just now!

Wei Hong still saw a little feature of this person. Half of the nail on his left little finger was black, like a bruise caused by a heavy object.

He quietly memorized this information.

If he sees this person in the future, he will at least be alert in advance.