Chapter 417 (1/2)

King Qiao's moves are very simple, just like Taiji. However, every time he plays, he must die.

Within a short period of time, seven or eight people died in the hands of King Qiao. He stood in the snow, surrounded by more than 20 people. He coughed gently and picked it up with his hands. The blood in his palms could be seen: ”it seems that he is really old. If you move a little, you can get blood.”

People around also saw this scene, do not know who called, more than 20 people again toward King Qiao, the latter raised one hand, a simple gesture, a knife was tightly held by him.

Suddenly, the man holding the knife felt the pain of bursting at the mouth of a tiger. King Qiao's knife was in his hand, and he suddenly and directly swung it. The five assassins stopped and fell to the ground.

But Lord Qiao's cough is even more fierce. Maybe he is a master level figure, but that was also a matter of decades ago. Now he is just an old man, and it is great to be able to fight with dozens of people.

Other people also know that King Qiao is a remnant at the moment, but even so, no one rushed to kill him. After all, no one did not cherish his life.

Even if the tiger lost its teeth, it was still a tiger. Even if the king was lonely, he was still the king.

At the moment, Lord Qiao is a true portrayal. His every attack is as stable as Mount Tai. Even if his body will fall down at any time, he looks surprisingly calm in the face of more and more people besieging him.

As he said at the beginning, he can die, but not now.

Dozens of people just circled around him without attacking, but Lord Qiao was not waiting for others to kill him. He bent down and swept, and the ice and snow on the ground went towards the people around him, temporarily covering their sight.

Taking advantage of this gap, Lord Qiao quickly approached the front-end people. His thin left hand stretched out and gently twisted a person's neck. The man fell to the ground like a cartilage snake, and his throat was completely pinched at that moment.

He didn't go to see the man who was killed by himself. His left foot quickly touched the other three people. It seemed that he didn't use any strength. However, the three people flew out directly and knocked down several companions.

Just like a lion in the twilight gave out his final potential, King Qiao killed these people in a big way. Just for a while, the ground was covered with corpses, more than 20 of them.

But king Qiao's cough is more frequent, and the blood flowing out of his mouth is more turbulent. As the saying goes, it can't be stopped.

But even if King Qiao showed such a situation, no one else would dare to kill him. Just now they thought that Lord Qiao was old and old, but in this way, more than 20 of their companions died.

So they're just surrounded, ready to find the right opportunity to kill again.

”Lord, go!”

At this time, the black houwu, which was stained with blood and had two scars, broke through the people who surrounded him and shot him directly. He raised his hand and killed three people. King Qiao was behind him, and his body quickly broke through.

He did not look back, but roared: ”ginseng, in the next life, we will still be brothers!”

The white ginseng killed a man with one hand and looked at the figure who had gone away with Lord Qiao on his back and laughed: ”very good. We will still be brothers in the next life, and we will still follow the king.”

Then he shot like a madman, and the knife he picked up in his hand swept the three bodies to a standstill and died. Although one hand of the white ginseng was broken, he stood there holding a knife, giving an illusion that he could not climb.

A knife alone block hundreds of people, white eyes in fear.

”Kill!” These people were also aroused by the white ginseng's bloodiness and ferocity in their hearts. Although they were shocked by the strength of the white ginseng, they knew that there was no way to go back to this stage. They would not kill Lord Qiao. Tomorrow, when the sun rises, it will be their death date.

The battle started again. Although the white ginseng broke a hand, he still stood there and killed everyone who tried to kill him.

After a round of charge, more than ten people died in the hands of the white ginseng. Until now, the white ginseng did not know how many people he had killed.

But he knew that he must stand here to give black Shouwu and King Qiao time to leave, otherwise his death would be nothing but death.

At this moment, there is no need for too many words. Only killing is the king's way. Everyone has brought the ferocity of human beings to the extreme, and the corpse under the feet of white ginseng is gradually getting higher.

”Sorry, I can't stop it.”