"this……"

The other three thugs were so frightened that they could not move their legs. Fall, who was lying on the ground, suddenly took out his gun, raised it and aimed at the middle-aged man to shoot.

"Go to hell you old fool!"

Farr was frightened and became a little excited. He roared and pulled the trigger.

"Wow..."

However, his finger was still a step slower. Instead of pulling the trigger, he suddenly felt that no power could be transmitted from his fingers, as if his body had been cut open. Then he saw his palm and his wrist.

separated.

With a plop, his palm and the gun fell to the ground together, and the blood from his wrist spurted out like a water gun.

"ah……"

"ah……"

"ah……"

The three remaining thugs screamed instinctively in fear, but as soon as they finished shouting, their heads flew out, and the three of them did not escape the fate of having their heads chopped off.

"You, you, how dare you do this to..."

"To me..."

The young man Far opened his eyes wide and turned around with a twisted face. Finally, he closed his eyes and passed out. A large amount of blood was still flowing on the ground, mixing with the dust on the ground, forming a sticky and disgusting feeling.

something.

"Poor guy."

The middle-aged man also had some blood flying on his face. He pushed his wheelchair and came to the young man Farr. He took a cane, knocked the young man Farr on the head, and provoked his

Broken Hand looked at it.

"It's true of you. After all, he is also my eldest nephew. Although he is my eldest brother's illegitimate son, there is no need to make him crippled." The middle-aged man murmured to himself with a smile, and it didn't sound like he was blaming him.

His two women attacked him.

The two women easily eliminated these six people. They transformed in their hands, and the two swords were retracted from their waists. They turned out to be two soft swords.

The two women did not speak. They just returned behind the middle-aged man and guarded him on both sides.

The middle-aged man murmured to himself: "My poor nephew, he has just made a name for himself. It's a pity. Why do you want to ask me about the sword..."

He turned to one of them and asked: "Cai, do you have time to check this matter out?"

The woman named Cai had a clear and pleasant voice: "There are many people who want to get the sword, but I guess it should be the people from Meihua."

"Oh? Could it be someone from Plum Blossom?" The middle-aged man was slightly startled, a little suspicious, "Why would someone from Plum Blossom be interested in my sword..."

"Your sword is called the Divine Sword. We don't know what other uses it has," the woman said.

The middle-aged man nodded, and then said: "It seems that my eldest nephew has also gotten together with the people from Meihua. It's a pity that I can't keep him."

"You can do it yourself." After the other woman said this, she took out the sword from her waist and handed it to the middle-aged man.

The middle-aged man took her sword and praised it: "It is indeed a good sword. It's a pity that you can't use that sword, otherwise I would have given it to you."

After saying that, he twisted his head, turned the sword in his hand, touched the young man Far's neck, and then cut off Far's head directly from the neck.

The whole process was clean and tidy, no blood was spilled at all, but a large amount of blood began to pour out, and the incision was very smooth.

"Uncle is sending you on your way. You can say hello to me over there." (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to come)
Chapter completed!