I, a Saiyan, cultivate immortality in the world of Nine Uncles

This sword is three feet and three feet long, and it is not an antique. The whole body is made of spring steel, but it is tougher and sharper than ancient weapons.

For this revenge, Fang Shengyun also prepared the weapons at hand, this sword, those threaded cone hidden weapons, a pair of iron mesh gloves, and some small objects of ancient techniques.

Under his provocation, there was a moment of silence above, and two figures came out, pushed open the fire escape door on the ninth floor, and said, "Ancient warrior, I admire your courage, how about a competition here?"

This is obviously a temptation, Fang Shengyun has a [-]% feeling that as long as he goes out, he will be beaten into a sieve immediately.

But now the enemy is in the dark, the space is narrow, it is very difficult to avoid bullets, and there are pursuers behind him.

How to deal with it? !

He smiled casually, stretched out his hand and flicked the long sword, and said in a long voice:
"Zhao Keman and Hu Ying, the Wu hook is bright with frost and snow.

The silver saddle illuminates the white horse, rustling like a meteor.

Kill ten people in ten steps, and stay in a thousand miles.

Hello. "

For each line of the poem, a sword light shot out, and at the same time, there was a scream.

The sound of screams came down one after another, and no one could block his mighty sword.

The leader of the mercenary who was intercepting him got up from the dark annoyedly, put down his sniper rifle and took out the Desert Eagle and said, "He's not stupid, let's go down and join the pursuers."

A group of people rushed down to the ninth floor, where there were corpses all over the floor, their throats sealed with swords, and on the stairs below the ninth floor, the remaining five pursuers were terrified holding guns on guard.

"Where did he go?" the mercenary leader roared angrily.

"That's right, it's on the ninth floor, and he went in." A pursuer replied tremblingly. The swordsman just now made him feel the terrifying power of the cold weapon, and such a thing as sealing his throat with a sword actually existed.

"Useless waste." The mercenary leader looked at his companion who had lost his fighting spirit in disgust, and led the team into the door of the nine-story fire escape.

As soon as he entered, a cold light flashed, and the mercenary leader who had experienced countless life-and-death battles was suddenly terrified, and subconsciously blocked it with the Desert Eagle.

Boring, with a crisp sound, the sharp long sword cut off the desert eagle's metal body, and also cut off half of the thumb of the mercenary leader, but it was precisely because of this subconscious block that he saved his life, avoiding a sword that was slashed at the neck.

"You are only lucky this time." Fang Shengyun said softly, and he had already entered the room by the aisle.

"Damn it, bastard, I'm going to kill you." The mercenary leader stomped his feet in pain, hugged the palm of his broken thumb and ordered: "Fist, dagger, you lead the team to kill him."

The two subordinates nodded, and led ten killers to pick up automatic rifles outside the room and start shooting.

No one would fight Fang Shengyun hand-to-hand. The dense bullets smashed the whole room, and the sawdust and paper fragments in the room flew into the air.

With such a dense bullet attack and all-round shooting, it is impossible for anyone to escape. The fist from the Siberian training camp kicked open the broken door and looked inside.

This should be an office, the writing desks inside have been shot to shreds, and office equipment such as copiers and typewriters have long since fallen apart.

It is absolutely impossible for anyone to survive in this narrow space. He shook his fist and ordered: "Go in and have a look."

Five desperate killers walked into the door cautiously with guns in hand.

At that moment, the ceiling suddenly shattered, and a black shadow walked past the five of them with a strange figure. It was not human at all, and looked more like a weak and boneless ribbon winding around.

"Loach skill, forest piercing swordsmanship"

This is the innovation of Fang Shengyun Yungong's newly mastered ancient martial arts.

The incomparably slippery loach technique, combined with Chuanlin swordsmanship, is a perfect match. It can unleash ghostly attacks that are completely difficult to dodge.

The phantom circled the five killers twice, flew out suddenly, and rushed into another house.

There were five bangs in succession, and each of the five killers who broke in had a blood hole in their throats, and they were already dead.

"He's not human, I won't take this job!" A killer screamed in fear, and was about to rush out of the ninth floor to escape alone.

Bang, the mercenary leader shot him dead with his gun in his left hand, and said viciously: "It doesn't matter if he is a human or a ghost, today either he dies or we die."

The two foreign mercenaries also had the same temperament, and they simply used guns to compare the rest of the killers to let them explore the way.

This time, no one fired, everyone hit the guns and raised their guns, and the bullets were ready to shoot the moment the enemy appeared.

The room was dark, and I reached out with my fist to turn on the light switch, and the light appeared, but no one was inside.

Where did he go?

Everyone subconsciously raised the muzzle of their guns to the ceiling, and a large number of bullets shot out, smashing the entire ceiling, exposing the empty interlayer inside.

The mercenary leader suddenly panicked, turned around and looked around, but there was still no one there.

Where is this elusive man?Depression and fear climbed again.

At this moment, several cold lights shot out, and four more killers were shot in the neck to the end.

crazy!The three foreign mercenaries are completely crazy. They have experienced countless life and death battles, but they have never seen such a strange and desperate opponent. In this steel city jungle, he is the king.

Another cold light flashed, and the mercenary leader fell to the ground with a sword in his face.

Fist could no longer suppress the despair in his heart, and slammed a grenade towards the target he thought.

Bang, there was a bang, and the fist covered in shrapnel flew out of the window.

The remaining dagger took out the tactical short blade, drew a few bloodstains on his face, and said desperately: "Give me a dignified death, let me fight you with dignity."

On the other side of the aisle, Fang Shengyun walked out and looked at the only survivor indifferently: "I can feel the killing intent in your heart, how many people have you killed? Is it all for money?"

"Hey hey hey" Dagger's face twisted, his smile was extremely abnormal, his tactical short blade slashed across the wall, and he said as he walked, "It's not just for money. Killing is a kind of joy. I'm the best assassin. Only life can hone my skills."

A trace of disgust appeared on Fang Shengyun's face. He almost turned into this guy once, but luckily Qingxin Jue pulled him back.

The sword flower danced in his hand, striding towards him, the two of them accelerated to hedge at the same time, and two cold lights waved towards them.

The two passed by, the dagger suddenly staggered forward a few steps, covered his stomach and knelt on the ground, and said: "You are so strong!" After speaking, his head bowed, and he knelt and sat still.

The blocking from above was resolved, and the pursuers below also retreated. Fang Shengyun suddenly had a different mood.

It seems that as the matter is about to end, his mentality is also changing. This feeling is inexplicable.

"Why is that?"

He put away his long sword and strode out of the ninth floor, rushing straight up.