The Ming Dynasty in Another World: People are in the Heavenly Prison, and Wuji becomes a Taoist

Lin Mo's movements were so fast that before anyone could react, Cheng Yuan fell to the ground.

Blood foamed continuously from his mouth, and he could clearly feel his life slipping away.

After struggling painfully for a few times, he was dead in the blink of an eye.

He was so arrogant and domineering that he never thought that he would end up like this until his death.

"You...are you crazy?!"

"How dare he?!"

"This time something big is going to happen!"

Witnessing this sudden scene, everyone in the Anqing Gang screamed in surprise.

They were all surprised at Lin Mo's ruthlessness and decisiveness.

The person who was killed was Master Cheng from the Anqing Gang!

Even in these years, they have committed rape, robbery and all kinds of evil.

However, with his father's support, he has always been safe.

Let’s put it this way, as long as he doesn’t offend those high-ranking officials and their families, Young Master Cheng can be considered a person who can walk sideways in Kyoto City.

But now, he was killed with a knife before he could even say a few words!

Who can I talk to to explain this?

The middle-aged swordsman was dumbfounded and full of disbelief.

Although he had heard of the Bloody Hand Butcher's vicious reputation.

However, I never expected the other party to act so vigorously and decisively.

Without saying a word, he started to act.

No sloppiness.

Just as the middle-aged swordsman was surprised, Lin Mo's gaze was as sharp as an eagle, piercing through the crowd and shooting straight at him.

The middle-aged swordsman's heart sank suddenly.

An unprecedented sense of crisis was like a chill piercing his bones, making the hairs on his body stand on end.

"No, he's going to kill me!"

The middle-aged swordsman felt alarmed.

He turned around instinctively and jumped up regardless of everyone's strange looks.

In an instant, it burst out with unprecedented speed and rushed into the night like an arrow.

"Want to leave? Can you leave?"

Lin Mo did not move, looking calm and composed, as if everything was under his control.

I saw the middle-aged swordsman was about to climb up the wall.

He stood with his sword drawn.

He suddenly pulled out the long knife in his hand.

With a clear "clang" sound, the "Heaven-cutting Sword Technique" was suddenly performed.

The long sword was unsheathed with great momentum.

The flashing cold light seemed to be able to cut off all obstacles in the world.

The knife comes out like a dragon, cutting through the night sky!

He went straight for the middle-aged swordsman's fleeing figure, and his speed was astonishingly fast.

As the middle-aged swordsman climbed to the top of the wall, a strong premonition of death surged over him like a tide.

He was startled, knowing that it was a matter of life and death and there was no escape.

Only by fighting to the death can there be a chance of survival!

He gritted his teeth, turned suddenly, and swung his knife to meet the attack.

"Dang Cang——"

When the two swords collided, there was a world of difference between them.

The middle-aged swordsman's broadsword was as fragile as rotten wood in front of Lin Mo's long sword, and was split in half in an instant.

He himself was also shaken by the powerful force and staggered, and his chest felt like it was hit by a heavy hammer.

Then, a warm liquid oozed out from the chest, staining the collar red.

The middle-aged swordsman lowered his head, looked at the blood line slowly emerging on his chest, and couldn't help but sigh.

"So... so fast... knife!"

After he finished speaking, his pupils gradually lost their luster.

His body fell weakly and finally hit the wall heavily, stirring up a cloud of dust.

The noise around suddenly froze at this moment.

Time seemed to stand still, leaving only a faint smell of blood and fear in the air.

Lin Mo sheathed the knife with smooth movements, as if everything he had just done was just casual.

He looked around, and wherever his eyes went, everyone was filled with solemnity and awe.

The members of the Anqing Gang looked at the scene before them.

His eyes were full of disbelief and deep fear.

Originally, they thought that the various rumors about the Bloody Hand Butcher were just exaggerated legends.

But now, he has truly witnessed the other party's horror.

Not only did he not have any scruples at all, he casually wiped out the life of the young master of the Cheng family.

Moreover, with just one sword strike, he killed the top swordsman from the Ma family in the northwest, who was treated as a guest of honor by Master Cheng.

This scene completely broke down their psychological defenses.

They simply can't afford to offend such a person!

Originally, they were thinking about avenging Young Master Cheng.

Otherwise, when Master Cheng finds out about the young master's death, they will be in trouble.

But now, they only feel that the person in front of them is a hundred or a thousand times more terrifying than Master Cheng!

To be an enemy of such an existence is like hitting a rock with an egg, which is a dead end.

At this moment, they had only one thought in their minds.

That is - escape!

Escape at all costs!

The further away you can run, the better!

This idea spread quickly in everyone's mind like wildfire.

They no longer hesitated or cared about their companions and began to flee in all directions.

Even if you hold the "Device of Equality for All Beings" in your hand.

But at this moment it is like scrap metal, unable to give them any sense of security.

After all, they had just witnessed with their own eyes the other party's amazing method of chopping bullets with a knife.

At this moment, it would be ridiculous to still fantasize that the gun can hurt the other person.

However, would Lin Mo let them do as they wished?

His mind moved slightly and his fingertips flicked lightly.

The blood-marked steel needle, which had not been unsheathed for a long time, turned into a messenger of death, breaking the tranquility of the night sky and shooting accurately at the fleeing figures.

"Shh-"

As the red shadows fluttered, the blood-marked steel needles were like sickles reaping lives, ruthlessly taking away the lives of those gang members.

Bodies fell one after another, but some still escaped.

When Yuan Xiaoer saw this, a fierce look flashed in his eyes.

He endured the pain, leaped up, and shuttled among the crowd like a cheetah.

Every punch was like a raging wave hitting the shore, accompanied by the dull echo of breaking bones.

Those who escaped the net were defeated one by one, their heads exploded and their chests caved in. The scene was bloody and shocking.

When the second girl saw this, she was so frightened that she fainted.

After a while, the originally noisy courtyard became dead silent.

All that was left were corpses on the ground and the strong smell of blood in the air.

Lin Mo stood in the center, his eyes stern, but there was no ripple in his heart.

These core members of the Anqing Gang are usually tyrannical and do many evil things.

Their death today is just what they deserve for their crimes.

"Thank you for your help, young man. I am really grateful!"

Yuan Xiaoer was panting heavily, but he still bowed and saluted, his tone full of sincerity and respect.

Lin Mo nodded slightly. He didn't say much, but just waved his hand gently, indicating that Yuan Xiaoer didn't need to be so polite.

Just when Yuan Xiaoer wanted to ask Lin Mo why he helped him.

His eyes accidentally fell on Lin Mo's face and he was stunned for a moment.

"you……"

Fragments of memory quickly pieced together in his mind.

A familiar figure appeared before my eyes.

Isn’t this the prison guard who once patrolled the cells?

Yuan Xiaoer was not only shocked, but also confused.

Lin Mo seemed to see through his thoughts and said calmly: "No need to say more, the important thing right now is that we must leave here as soon as possible."