blood mist
Lin Xuan's palm stabbed into the Bamboo Staff Man's chest and lifted him up. His bloodshot eyes protruded, and fresh blood flowed down his arm, dyeing his sleeves red.
"Boom!"
Bamboo Staff Man's body was thrown out and smashed into the wall of the inn. In his hand was a beating heart.
"Pa!"
Clenching his fingers, the beating heart instantly exploded, turning into flesh and blood that flowed down from his fingertips.
A powerful man of the underworld had ended his life in such a miserable way.
It had to be said that this was the sorrow of the people of the martial arts world, and it was also their own fault.
It was a classic case of money over life.
He urged his Genuine Qi to disperse the blood on his hands and sleeves.
"Demons."
A mafia expert said with a trembling voice.
"He's not human, he's a demon."
Everyone in the hall had been through hundreds of battles and killed people like flies, but they had never seen such a terrifying way of killing.
He forcefully dug out his heart.
This terrifying scene directly broke their bottom line.
"Kill this demon and split the reward evenly.”
Fatty shouted.
These underworld people who usually claimed to kill without blinking were so fragile that they could not withstand a single blow in front of Lin Xuan.
Only then did they remember that this handsome man in front of them was a ruthless person who had destroyed 18 underworld sects in a month.
If he moved, he would wipe out the entire sect, and thousands of people had died under his sword.
Some people had already begun to regret, but since things had already come to this, it was useless to regret.
Enemies would not rest until one of them died.
The innkeeper hid behind the counter, shivering. A few servants hid in the kitchen, not daring to show their heads.
"Kill them."
The remaining thirty to forty mafia masters were triggered. They urged their Genuine Qi and charged forward with their weapons.
"Courting death."
Lin Xuan shook his head and stretched out his palm. Powerful true qi gathered on his palm.
"Boom!"
With a palm strike, the tyrannical palm force detonated the air and tore through the cold wind. Instantly, seven or eight underworld experts were directly blown up by this palm strike, turning into clouds of blood mist.
The remaining force of the tyrannical palm force did not decrease. It tore through the walls of the inn and even the rain curtain on the long street was gone.
When the palm force dissipated, the rain poured down again. Blood flowed out of the inn and dyed the rain red.
in the inn
There was a layer of red fog, and the thick smell of blood assaulted his senses. Being in it, the figure was like a malicious ghost that had walked out of hell.
The warm smile on his face was now especially terrifying.
A steel saber slashed down, and the burly man holding the saber had a ferocious expression.
"Boom!"
Lin Xuan did not even look at him. He raised his hand and punched out, and the Mountain Shaking Fist energy transmitted in the air.
"Bang!"
The steel knife broke, and the burly man's body was directly blown into pieces by the fist force. The powerful fist wind drowned half of the inn.
"Bang bang bang"
One after another, the mafia experts exploded, and blood and flesh flew everywhere.
With just one punch, he had killed more than ten people. The inn that was originally full was now only left with seven or eight people.
Lin Xuan's gaze landed on them.
"Plop."
A mafia expert threw away the long knife in his hand and knelt on the ground, begging,"Please spare my life, hero."
"Plop!"
"Plop!"
More and more people knelt down.
"This lowly one is obsessed with money. I beg for your mercy, Great Hero.”
"Hero, please spare my life."
The original devil had transformed into a hero in their mouths.
With a wave of his sleeve, the blade on the ground shot out.
"Tsk!"
These mafia experts who were begging for mercy were pierced through by swords and sabers. The tyrannical force carried their corpses across the long street and nailed them to the 30-foot-high wall on the opposite side.
There were a total of nine people, and they were nailed in a row by swords and sabers, like dried pork.
A few of them were still alive and were still struggling.
"You... You're not a good person. You will die a horrible death."
Fatty used all his strength to roar. Then, his eyes rolled back and he died.
strange
gloomy
terrorist
The strong wind carried the smell of blood in all directions. Outside the inn, nine corpses were still dripping blood.
The inn was filled with ruins and corpses. It was like hell on earth.
The storm poured, and the rain curtain continued. Lin Xuan returned to the corner and sat down,"Shopkeeper, serve the wine."
The innkeeper peeked out from behind the counter and saw this tragic scene. He was so scared that his eyes rolled back and he fainted.
"Big... Hero."
A smile that was uglier than crying appeared on his face as he walked over with a wine jar in his arms.
"If I tell you to pour, then pour."
Lin Xuan said softly and stretched out his palm. The porcelain bowls on the counter shelf landed on each table, a total of 70 to 80.
"Top it up."
he said.
The shopkeeper didn't dare to hesitate. He trembled as he held the wine jar and poured it into the bowls one by one. He poured seven or eight jars before filling them up.
"I'll book the inn tonight."
Lin Xuan threw down a heavy money bag,"Go to the backyard and rest."
"Hero, I don't want this money.”
The shopkeeper trembled and shook his head.
Lin Xuan glared at him before putting away the money bag in fear and quickly hiding in the backyard.
The rain was still falling, and the wind continued to blow. Lightning flashed and thunder rumbled.
The long street was silent, and blood was flowing.
The door of the inn opened. Lin Xuan sat in the middle of the hall with a wooden box on his back. His eyes were closed as if he was taking a nap.
Outside the inn, black figures appeared silently. They wore bamboo hats and night clothes, carrying sabers and swords on their backs.
A terrifying killing intent erupted from the inn. The men in black looked at each other, but no one dared to step inside.
"Haha, a bunch of cowards. How dare they take your head.”
A deep voice echoed in the rain. Three figures came together and stepped into the long street.
Like a ghost, he passed by a group of black-robed men and stopped in front of the inn.
"Who are you? Tell me your name."
In the middle hall, Lin Xuan opened his eyes.
"The Three Heroes of the Northwest."
"Demon Breaking Hand Fu Qing."
"Monolith opener Fu Wen."
"Mountain Breaker Fu Wu."
"I'm here to take your head."
The three of them opened their mouths and circulated their Genuine Qi, merging into one. They were three warriors at the Connate Realm.
He waved his hand, and three bowls of wine flew out from the table in front of him. They were caught by Fu Qing, Fu Wen, and Fu Wu.
Lin Xuan picked up a bowl of wine and drank it in one gulp.
The three heroes were the same.
"Boom!"
Terrifying zhenqi rose from the inn. Fu Qing, Fu Wen, and Fu Wu attacked at the same time and surrounded them.
Lin Xuan fought against the three alone and did not fall below. His palms transformed into a profound palm technique and broke through the palm momentum of the three heroes.
"Boom!"
He struck out both palms at the same time, facing the Demon Breaking Hand Fu Qing. The tyrannical palm force directly forced the Demon Breaking Hand back.
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