Just as the hundreds of bright swords flew towards Nie Changliu, more than ten men from the martial arts world rushed towards Gu Qingci with their swords, splashing layers of water.

Nie Changliu's mouth curled, revealing a sarcastic smile, then shook the blood-red long sword slightly, and the blade suddenly buzzed, shaking some blood beads on the blade at an extremely terrifying high-speed vibration, turning some blood beads on the blade into blood mist.

The rain kept falling, flowing down the tiles of the eaves. Nie Changliu let out his hand and felt the swords flying around him. He turned his wrist and the blood-red blade turned into a white light. He cut off the two frontal swords with great accuracy, then turned around quickly, slashed out with one knife, and then kept chopping the knife. In the middle of the street, it seemed that it was frozen. A dozen Nie Changliu had more than ten directions, maintaining the same posture, and the blades were frozen in the rain in the air.

Perhaps Nie Changliu wanted to truly feel his combat consciousness. From beginning to end, he suppressed his true energy and did not leak out at all. He was like a secular warrior, fighting entirely with combat experience and power.

A sound of "Cheng Cheng Cheng Cheng Cheng" appeared in the street, and the flying knives frozen in the air all fell to the ground, without any exception, hitting the rainy ground and making a dull sound.

Amid everyone's shocked expression, Nie Changliu tilted his head, raised his long sword and threw it out. The blood-red sound disappeared, turning into a faint red line that teared the rain curtain, flew out, and flew towards the group of people who rushed towards Gu Qingci.

That knife had no technical content, just threw it away casually. At the edge of the blade, the raindrops that seemed to hang on a rainy night were pierced. In the midst of this flash, a knife was inserted into the head of the man in front, and flew out for two or three times with a corpse, inserted it on a pillar, shaking for a while, and then silenced.

At the same time, a dark shadow passed by, and the blood-red knife on the pillar was held in Nie Changliu's hand. In just a moment, his figure disappeared, and only several blood-red lights and shadows appeared in the night. More than a dozen people stopped, maintaining the posture of raising the knife forward, but all stopped in front of the eaves, motionless.

The night wind blew, and a trace of mist fell on Gu Qingci's face. He still kept the same movement, smiling, and didn't move at all, even with more than a dozen people rushing towards him with their knives in front of him.

When the moment freezes, he whispered: "The sword technique has been much faster, it has been much simpler, and it has made great progress!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a "thump" sound suddenly came. The body was nailed to the pillar and fell to the ground. At the same time, the dozen people who rushed to the eaves fell to the ground at the same time. The blood instantly dyed the streets red, and it was still bright red in this dark night.

Someone appeared in the street holding a long blood-red sword and said lightly: "If you say you have made progress, that is, you have made progress!"

The head of the Yuan family looked pale, from Nie Changliu breaking the flying knife formation to throwing the knife and then killing people, it appeared again. However, a few breaths happened. When he saw Nie Changliu walking over with a knife, he was completely dominated by fear, pointing at Nie Changliu like crazy and said, "You... who are you, how could you... how could you be!"

There were probably no less than 200 corpses on the street, and many others were injured and wailing. More people were already running away frantically at this time. Nie Changliu did not chase him. He had almost killed him, not to mention that two or three hundred people ran away, and he could not chase him one by one.

However, he never forgot the head of the Yuan family.

The rain was falling desperately. The head of the Yuan family was already wet, watching Nie Changliu walking over in a daze. Every step seemed to fall into his heart. When Nie Changliu was only three feet away from the head of the Yuan family, he stopped.

At that pause, the head of the Yuan family trembled all over, and an invisible pressure fell from the sky. His legs became weak and he fell to the ground. This was a kind of murderous crushing and a momentum. He wanted to beg for mercy, but found that he could not speak at all.

Nie Changliu looked down at the head of the Yuan family kneeling on the ground and said, "Are you the head of the Yuan family?"

"yes!"

The rain flowed down the hair and flowed into the mouth.

Nie Changliu continued to ask, "Why should we send someone to kill us?"

The head of the Yuan family suddenly raised his head, his eyes full of hatred, and he roared angrily: "You killed my son, why did you say I want to kill you!"

Nie Changliu frowned and said, "I'm the first time I've come to the Black Domain. When did you kill your son?"

"It should be the fool who wanted to steal your knife two days ago," Gu Qingci walked over slowly with an umbrella and said, "I suddenly remembered that when you were killing that useless person, he seemed to say what kind of young master he was, but neither of us took it seriously."

Two days ago, before Nie Changliu and Gu Qingci arrived in Suoye County, they had a conflict with someone in an inn and showed off the blood-red sword. A young man happened to see it. He was very tough and asked Nie Changliu to present the sword to him, saying that he could give Nie Changliu a chance to follow him. The young man was slapped by Nie Changliu, and then there was a conflict and killed by Nie Changliu with a knife.

Now that he heard Gu Qingci mention it, Nie Changliu thought about it, nodded, and said, "Is this an unresolvable hatred?"

Gu Qingci agreed and said, "No!"

Nie Changliu raised his sword and said, "Then kill me, you have no objection!"

"No objection!"

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"Let's do it slowly!"

A shout suddenly sounded at the intersection of the street, and a middle-aged man in Taoist robe walked over slowly.

However, Nie Changliu ignored it and slashed it directly with a knife. It was about to hit the head of the head of the Yuan family. A flying sword flew over directly, heading towards Nie Changliu's face.

The sword broke through the air, penetrated the splashes of water like glass, carrying a ray of true energy, and carried a gust of wind and rain, with extraordinary momentum. Nie Changliu hurriedly raised his sword, blocking the tip of the sword, and with a collision, it made a deafening and crisp sound.

The long sword flew back, and the middle-aged man in Taoist robe suddenly arrived and held the hilt of the sword. Now Nie Changliu faced him, he just glanced at Gu Qingci slightly, and then said, "Wuliang Tianzun, this young man, please forgive others if you want to forgive others. How about not stop like this?"

Nie Changliu showed a sarcastic smile on his face and said, "Why don't you forget it? When hundreds of them came to kill me just now, why didn't you stand up and stop me?"

The middle-aged Taoist said calmly: "The Master Yuan is avenging his son. There is a reason for the matter. Now that you have killed so many people, you should be relieved. Why do you have to commit so many murders? Since the Master Yuan cannot take revenge, you are also angry. I hope to stop here!"
Chapter completed!