Douluo's Black Bamboo Sword

"Look at the people lying here, they were all killed by him!"

The middle-aged man did not elaborate, but pointed at the four corpses and said seriously while staring at Chen Liang who was running towards him.

"Ok?"

The two of them, who had been playing passionately just now, glanced at the field in unison.

"Ok?"

After taking a look, their expressions changed. If they remembered correctly, the time to leave the field now may not have even been a quarter of an hour. But now almost half of the people are gone. One can imagine how serious this is.

Yes, in the killing fields of hell, it is normal for one person to die in an instant, but that is usually when the fight becomes heated. At that time, others have mastered the enemy's methods and found the opportunity. , naturally it can destroy the enemy quickly.

But now it's just the beginning. In this situation where everyone is extremely wary of their surroundings and looking for opportunities to make sneak attacks, who dares to rush up without any enemies? Unless that person is a newbie, or Ben has the idea of ​​​​finding someone to back him up.

After a few more glances, the middle-aged man with white hair narrowed his eyes, and soon his expression changed drastically, as if he had discovered something.

He asked the middle-aged man in disbelief: "You said he killed these people, not one of you?"

He could see that these people were all killed by one person. These wounds were obviously caused by the same sharp weapon, and their techniques were extremely sophisticated. Every wound on the corpse was killed with one blow.

So he didn't think that the boy they were guarding against was the culprit who killed the dead man. What a joke, how could such a sophisticated and simple killing method be done by a little kid with no hair at all? And looking at the indifference on this guy's face, it's obviously not the kind of indifference that a murderer should have! On the contrary, it is more like the faint self-confidence that some literati usually possess.

He had seen this kind of expression many times on the faces of some family members with low martial arts strength but high quality.

Speaking of which, before he came here, he was also an official in a small city in the Tiandou Empire! He thinks he is quite good at capturing people's facial expressions.

"If you don't believe me, ask them both!"

The middle-aged man pointed at the two people watching Chen Liang warily and said.

The two of them were also very knowledgeable and nodded cooperatively.

However, the two of them suddenly became horrified. Because at this time Chen Liang suddenly changed direction, accelerated his speed, and quickly rushed towards the back of the man with white hair. In an emergency, they subconsciously shouted: "Be careful!"

"Ok?"

The man was confused, but soon he felt a strong wind coming, and then he felt a sharp pain in his heart.

"Uh..." The man turned around with difficulty and saw a young face.

What kind of face is this? Numb? No! But there was no sign of guilt! On the contrary, it looks like a...

His eyes moved slightly, and his gaze shifted from the indifferent face to the pair of dark jade eyes. He stayed there for a few moments, and the man's fear of death could not help but decrease.

Boo!

"goodbye!"

Ignoring the "interesting" person in front of him, Chen Liang easily pulled out the bamboo sword without a drop of blood.

"Cough...huh~"

The man took a hard breath, and then seemed to give up the struggle, taking a long and deep breath until he stopped breathing completely. However, before he died, that face and those eyes were deeply imprinted in his mind.

At that moment, he seemed to see the God of Death. This "god of death" is like the whole body interpreting the word "death", and apart from that, there is nothing else superfluous.

Gently wiping the bamboo sword, Chen Liang turned around, holding the sword, and quickly ran towards the man's opponent.

"Quick! Let's follow him quickly, otherwise we will all die by his sword."

The moment he saw Chen Liang, he killed another potential enemy. The bald man with a steady personality could no longer keep his composure. He immediately spoke to the two people on the side and followed him. At the same time, he quickly ran towards Chen Liang without letting him go. Chen Liang killed another "temporary teammate".

Now if they don't quickly surround this kid, the one left behind among the ten of them must be this weird kid, and they are not willing to do this result no matter what.

The two people on the side nodded, then quickly followed the pace of the bald man and surrounded Chen Liang.

Seeing the two people following him in such a tacit understanding, the big man ran and shouted loudly: "Run quickly, don't fight with him. If it doesn't work, just delay him. Remember, delay!"

After hearing the big man's words, the man in front of Chen Liang also looked solemn. Although he didn't know Chen Liang's frontal strength so far, he could really feel the attention they attached to the bald man.

So with the idea of ​​procrastination, he attacked Chen Liang, but there was still a big difference between the Chen Liang he thought and the actual Chen Liang!

In reality, how could anyone of Chen Liang's age be so extreme and take control to the extreme? You know, it's enough for more people to be familiar with their own techniques.

Ding!

The weapons collided, but the sound was so weak that the man immediately thought something bad and freed his left hand.

The next moment, just as he had predicted, Chen Liang's sword slipped past his weapon and stabbed towards him, so he blocked it with his hand.

However, Chen Liang saw everything he did. How could Chen Liang let him get his wish?

When Chen Liang stretched out his left hand, Chen Liang's right hand moved, causing the bamboo sword to deviate a little further.

"not good!"

The man in front of Chen Liang was horrified. He had never seen such a weird technique before.

Then Chen Liang's sword almost touched his opponent's neck with the inner edge of his left hand.

This scene made it look like the man was using his left hand to bring the enemy's sword to his neck.

"It's over!"

Watching this change, the three of them stopped, and the calm man among them was even more dizzy. If the previous person was killed by Chen Liang in a sneak attack, and there was a little more despair in his heart, then this person would be more desperate. At this time, the despair in his heart became a little more.

"Don't worry, there are still three of us and there is still hope!"

As if seeing the despair of the big man, the middle-aged man persuaded.

"That's right! We still have three people, so we may not be hopeless."