Myths Begin From Boys' Gong

Chapter 449 Outburst (for Subscription)

At this moment, the once humble, ordinary, and inconspicuous waiter erupted with an incomparably strong edge, overshadowing everyone in the entire tavern, like a shooting star piercing the sky.

The fierce murderous aura condensed into a slender and empty straight line, connecting the boy and Lu Haochun together.

The sharp howling of swords sounded like a death knell, bringing people a strong sense of withering and death.

The strength of his sword qi and the depth of his sword intent are all at the first-class level in Acquired Heaven.

It was too late to say, but it was too soon, Lu Haochun is also the direct disciple of the boss of Mozun Hall after all, and his kung fu is definitely not weak.

The opponent's aura is strong and the murderous aura is strong, which is rare for Lu Haochun in the evil way, and for some reason, the opponent has not been affected by the medicine, and has abundant internal energy, which must not be underestimated.

Spread out in his hand, the sandalwood fan depicting mountains and rivers was flipped by him with exquisite tenderness, and he let go of it in an instant, turning into a spinning gear, smashing the air, and heading towards the tavern that was piercing like a rainbow piercing the sun The boy flew away.

The extremely fast speed produced an extremely quiet effect. Every blade of the rotating sandalwood fan was clearly visible in the air, but it carried a powerful force that could smash gold and iron.

The moment the short sword touched the spinning sandalwood fan, I saw the tavern boy's face was serious, and when he picked up the blade, he produced a flexible and unloading force, and directly slapped the whirling incense fan away without any resistance. In general, continue to fly towards Lu Haochun lightly but with infinite murderous intent.

There is no doubt that this ordinary boy is actually a top-notch master. However, different people have different understandings when they are outsiders watching the excitement and insiders watching the way.

For example, those with poorer martial arts skills or less knowledge only think that this waiter boy is a very sharp and skilled swordsman with superb swordsmanship and high internal strength. It became famous, and even became famous.

However, people like Meng Zhao, who was spying secretly, Lu Haochun, who faced the murderous intent, the bearded man under the machete, and the bearded man holding the machete, all knew and understood that this man was not a serious warrior at all, but a An assassin who is proficient in the art of assassination, a killer.

Lurking to kill the king, blood splashing five steps, assassin, killer, there is no need to be famous.

His swordsmanship, which seems incomparably exquisite and fierce in the eyes of outsiders, is actually a kind of killing technique. A sword can be used, a knife can be used, or an ordinary bamboo chopstick can also be used.

Moreover, this kind of assassin, killer, is by no means a fake assassin or fake killer who uses force to suppress people in name only, but a person who has really received rigorous training and is a professional who can no longer be professional.

Especially Meng Zhao, Yang Jiu is the boss of the killer organization controlled by the Meng family. His temperament and aura are strikingly similar to this young servant at the moment, and even the two of them have a certain method of using power. , are quite similar.

It's just that Yang Jiunai is a master of this way, and his martial arts far surpass this boy, but the inner spiritual core cannot deceive people.

Meng Zhao wanted to guess the identity of the proprietress of the tavern, but Lu Haochun, who was facing the sword directly, never dared to be distracted.

I saw him stomping on his feet continuously, and between his steps, he faintly formed a gossip pattern, changing shape and changing shadows, and his body skills changed, and the reality was unpredictable. It was not until the young man came to kill with a dagger, piercing through twelve phantoms one after another, that he finally came In front of Lu Haochun.

Under the shock of the sword energy, Lu Haochun narrowly pinched it with a pair of fleshy palms. On the palms, red blood was rubbed out, and a layer of blood was directly scraped off.

Moreover, although the sword body was blocked, the sword force that flew into the air like an electric snake never disappeared. The fault was that Lu Hao's pure body was like catkins, soft and elastic. He bent his originally straight body to avoid the remaining sword force. The fate of the sword force pouring into the brain.

You know, it was only after he used his exquisite bodywork, footwork, and layers of confusion to dissolve this person's sharp, murderous, and sword energy, that he narrowly escaped his life.

This person's assassination technique is simply incomprehensible. If it wasn't for this occasion where he deliberately guarded against it, if he hadn't leaked the truth in advance and made Lu Haochun wary, it is very likely that the direct disciple of the elder of the evil spirit would have fallen here. In the nameless tavern.

Really thrilling.

The shock brought by this sword is far more than that. Even Meng Zhao, who was spying secretly, couldn't help but be shocked by this sword. When this man broke out with all his strength, he actually brought him a faint threat, although it was not fatal. , but it is very likely to be injured, which is already a remarkable achievement.

"What a powerful killer, the person or organization behind him who trained him must be very powerful and huge."

Why do you say that?

Because to train such a powerful killer, assassin, the energy and resources required are far beyond those of warriors of the same level, especially killers, who must constantly kill and sharpen their killing skills.

Otherwise, it will greatly limit the progress of the killer's own strength.

Only a powerful killer organization can have a steady stream of targets for these killers, assassins, to accumulate and cultivate their own murderous aura until the day when the killing technique is perfect.

And in Jizhou, there are three notorious and fearsome killer organizations.

One is Meteor, the other is Dark Sun, and the third is Lone Wolf. They are all existences with outstanding achievements and heavy murders.

Among them, Meteor was secretly established and controlled by the Meng family, and now the leader is Yang Jiu, the fourth steward of the Meng family.

Dark Sun and Lone Wolf are both extremely mysterious. Meng Zhao even suspects that this person may be from one of these two organizations. Of course, he may also be from another state. There is no ability to see through the other party at a glance, and to know the origin of his identity well.

Next, the performance of the tavern boy was even more eye-catching.

The short sword's strength was exhausted, it was frustrated, and the murderous aura it had condensed and accumulated before was also vented halfway. Normally, it should be retreated immediately, and the whole army should fight again. essence.

However, this person did the opposite after the blow failed.

His originally peaceful eyes suddenly burst into bright light, and his whole body was filled with an extremely tragic murderous aura.

With a step on his feet, the muscles all over his body trembled and stretched like a python, and the palm of his hand holding the dagger sneezed, bleeding out, obviously caused by too much force.

With the dagger in Lu Haochun's hands, he launched another attack and assassination.

And this time, unlike the previous long-term concentration of internal strength, momentum, and sword intent, it is purely supported by the great courage of sacrificing one's life to kill the enemy.

One sword has no return, one sword has no regrets, burns his own life, and vows to kill the person.

This incomparably strong spirit and thoughts actually urged his own strength to rise again after the peak.

The sword light soared, as if a burning fireball shattered and scattered in all directions.

Along with the sword light erupting, there was also an incomparably cold and gorgeous red light.

It was the color of blood.

(End of this chapter)