Chapter 87: The Deceiving Knife, the Slicing Knife ding~~ There was a sound of gold and iron Menglan's brows just showed joy, but suddenly she was stunned. Her fatal shot... was blocked. Wang Menglan pulled hard, but the silver spear didn't move at all. A strong hand suddenly appeared in her sight and grasped her spear. "You deliberately exposed my flaws to me, how do you know I'm not the same?" Xu Haipeng showed a sinister smile on his face. It was as if he saw the woman in front of him being cut into thin slices with a knife. He was very grateful to the fishmonger on the black street for inventing such an interesting technique! dong dong dong~~ Thunder roared suddenly, sixteen times in a row. An iron fist violently hit Wang Menglan's chest, knocking her ten meters away and hitting the stone wall of the Tengkong Building. She rolled over, vomiting blood, and the scattered bricks and stones hit her body. The light in her eyes had already faded. Xu Haipeng held back. But she knew that a miserable end would await her. "Pfft~~"

Everyone looked at Xu Haipeng, only to see him pull out the silver spear, the flesh on his chest squirming, the wound tightly closed, only a few drops of blood spilled out. The fatal silver spear was blocked by his hard sternum! "Now, do you still think you have the confidence to win?" Liangping suddenly asked again, his eyes suddenly became a little strange. "About 50 to 60 percent." Song Lin smiled casually and did not notice Liangping's expression. It should be noted that the strength that the 'Ghost Hand Knife Feng Ting' showed to the world not long ago was only the Fifteen Rings of Thunder. And now Xu Haipeng in the field is in a violent momentum, and the thunder sound has already been sixteen times. Even... hidden. The entire Tengkong Building fell into silence, and everyone was shocked by Xu Haipeng's strength. Da da~~ Footsteps approach. Wang Menglan lowered her head and tightly grasped the only remaining golden gun, as if she had not given up yet. Song Lin sighed softly in her heart. She did have extraordinary courage, but unfortunately, she forgot that only by being alive can one have the hope of winning in the end. He had no intention of taking action, but there was one person who didn't want to see the tragedy happen. A figure quietly walked in front of Wang Menglan and stopped Xu Haipeng. No one noticed how he appeared, and even Song Lin didn't notice how he disappeared from his side. But everyone present knew his name, the classless swordsman - Ryohei. "Senior Liang?" Xu Haipeng's voice was slightly deep. "I owe the Giant Whale Gang a favor." Ryohei didn't explain, nor did he say anything like he was doing it for his sake. One favor. Is the favor of the unscrupulous swordsman Ryohei worth Wang Menglan's life? Of course it’s worth it! "Hahaha, it's just a misunderstanding. How dare I ask for a favor from you, senior." Xu Hailong laughed heartily and came forward. "Please take a seat, senior. I'm sorry for not hosting you well tonight. I hope you can forgive me." In the private room.

"Smiling tiger." Su Yu. "Hmph." Song Lin. In the field. Liang Ping nodded and said, "In that case, thank you very much, Master Xu." After a while. The scene was cleaned up, Wang Menglan was sent back to Shuangqiangmen, and the building became lively again. It was as if the battle and the life just now had never happened. The storm was calmed down just like that. The topic of everyone's discussion turned completely to the green-faced dragon - Xu Haipeng. "The Sixteenth Thunder Sound! He is only twenty-one years old this year, right?" "With such strength, he is already on par with the masters of Gangqi Realm. Even compared with that demon sword Song Lin, the difference is similar." "Are you so excited that you don't want to hide anymore?" Countless flattery and praise immediately poured in to the second son of the sixth branch of the Giant Whale Gang. At this moment, he seemed to be the real protagonist of the night, enjoying unlimited glory. Even Xu Hailong's limelight was overshadowed by him. Even Ryohei, who had taken his seat again, could not help but sigh, "The appearance of a dragon and the fate of a bright yellow man are indeed extraordinary." "Extraordinary?" Song Lin thought to himself. Then he suddenly asked, "What is the fate of Master Uncle?" "I have no idea." "do not know?" "It is because of ignorance that one can be fearless. Only then can one advance courageously and explore the way of the Divine Palace." "Then how far are you from the Divine Mansion Realm..." "There's still a little left." A little? Song Lin didn't ask any more questions. It may just be a tiny difference, but it may also be an eternal chasm. Just like climbing a mountain, the first 999 steps are all one meter high. But the last step is three meters high. If you can't step over it, you will never reach the top. But if you suddenly find a three-meter-long ladder one day, or awaken the talent to jump three meters, or learn Qinggong, this last step is indeed just one step. Time passes gradually. In the middle of the banquet, the negotiations between Xu Hailong and the leaders of various gangs and factions also reached a critical moment. He once again became the center of the party, with all eyes on him.

Xu Haipeng, who was standing by, seemed a little disappointed when he saw this. After drinking a few glasses of wine, he stood up with a slightly shaky step and walked towards the roof of the building. Of course he wasn't going to relieve himself. Instead, he wanted to go to the rooftop to see the scenery and see how Chen Guzhou, the prefect of Minjiang River six hundred years ago, controlled the entire situation of Minjiang River. He has tried so hard. Why…why are their eyes always focused on the eldest brother? Xu Haipeng didn't understand. Maybe he will never understand it in his life. A figure quietly followed him and also went up to the roof. It was a swordsman dressed in white, with a stern demeanor and a strange sword in his arms. From the side of his face, he seemed to be very handsome. In the private room. Song Lin was stunned. He seemed to... sense a murderous aura. Someone wants to steal his head again? Is this the excitement of Jianghu? I saw all kinds of weird things tonight. "Uncle Master, I need to go to the bathroom." Song Lin hurried to the backyard, walked outside the Tengkong Building, and quietly soared several meters into the air, quickly jumping to the third floor, the fourth floor, the fifth floor... "No? Where did you go?" "Don't ruin my good thing..." Song Lin looked around but couldn't find the swordsman, which made him feel a little strange. That person is really weird. He felt not only no threat, but also a bit friendly. At the same time, he could not feel the other party's strength, which seemed to be even more unfathomable than that of Liangping, who was at the top of the Gangqi realm. "Quack..." A wild bird flew across the sky. Song Lin had already climbed to the top of the building and saw a figure standing quietly by the railing. "Brother Feng?" Xu Haipeng turned his head suddenly, showing some unexpected alertness. He looked at Song Lin in surprise as he walked towards him step by step. "Mr. Xu has such a refined taste, leaning on the railing in the middle of the night, gazing at the boats under the moon. Is there something on his mind?" Song Lin walked forward slowly, suppressing all his murderous intent in his chest. He is very familiar with this method. When he was planning to assassinate Chen Guzhou, he and the fisherman Sun Er had practiced the plan countless times by the river. "I don't have any worries, I'm just a little annoyed by the crowds." Xu Haipeng chuckled and said, "I wonder if Brother Feng is tired of the socializing down here when he comes to this building?" "No, I came to give you something." Song Lin looked at the vast Qingyuan Lake and said lightly.

"What do you want to send?" Xu Haipeng's eyes flashed. "Brother Xu, help me get the knife." Song Lin held the blade of the black knife and handed the handle to Xu Haipeng, reaching into his arms. The second son of the sixth branch of the Xu family did not doubt it and took the black knife. Once he got the handle of the knife, it would be even less likely for him to doubt. How could he be in danger when he already had other people's knives in his hands? Unless he had a second knife... Swah—— "Farewell!" A cold light suddenly came. Boom! A thunderous sound was about to sound, but it was like a flame being extinguished by a basin of cold water. The fish-cutting knife penetrated the void and hit Xu Haipeng's chest, throat, and limbs sixteen times at an unpredictable speed. "Uh..." Xu Haipeng's eyes widened, and his whole body seemed to be fixed in place. then. Sixteen bloody holes suddenly appeared on his body, and all the strength in his body leaked out like a flood. One of the knives pierced his Adam's apple and vocal cords, leaving him without the ability to call for help. What kind of knife technique is this? That strange and unpredictable trajectory and lightning speed were even faster than the golden and silver double guns we encountered just now? Do not! It’s ten times faster! The fourth move of the Fool's Knife - Dot the Eyes. The most bizarre and ruthless of the seven styles of the Fool's Knife is the stabbing knife. Its moves are unpredictable, using short to hit long, using points to break the surface, and focusing on attacking the eyes. But this time. Song Lin did not attack Xu Haipeng's eyes. One can observe the fate of birds and people as well. Can't his knife that points at the eyes also point at the vital points of a person's body? Today he must let Xu Haipeng see with his own eyes how the pain he had inflicted on others was still being borne back on him bit by bit. "Uh..." Xu Haipeng tried hard to move his throat, as if he wanted to ask why. However, Song Lin had already snatched the pair of dragon scimitars from his hands without any nonsense. Puff~~The knife flashed past. A crystal-thin slice of meat floated in the air. It moves with the wind, seeming lighter than a feather. Puff~Puff~Puff~~ Snowflakes are falling. Soon, the roof of the Tengkong Building turned into a world of snow and blood. "Uh...uh..." Xu Haipeng wanted to make a sound angrily, his whole body trembling in endless pain, and perhaps... accompanied by endless fear. After all, if anyone sees his own flesh and blood being separated and flying into the air, I believe it would be difficult for him to have any other emotions. "Are you really curious about who I am?" Song Lin suddenly smiled, put his fingers on the bottom edge of the mask, and slowly took off the ghost mask.

"..." Xu Haipeng’s eyes widened instantly, as if he had seen something more terrifying than a ghost. "Why aren't you talking? Don't you scold me every time you see me? I remember you always like to call me a bastard, a waste, and a waste of food in this world..." "I still remember that you liked to step on my face. When the elders in the gang couldn't stand it anymore, you said it was just a fight between the younger generation..." As Song Lin spoke, he cut the meat piece by piece. It must be said that Xu Haipeng's machete was really suitable for slicing meat. He had clearly cut hundreds of times, but the majestic body still did not fall down, and even the bones of his arms were not visible. "Look at you, it's fine if you just play around with me. But why do you have the heart to hurt Boss Yu, who is such a generous and open-minded person? Why are you born so cruel... When you did this to his wife, did you ever think about today?" Every word he spoke was like a knife, and he cut off a piece of meat. With every word he spoke, the smile on his face grew wider. He is so happy. He is so happy. But at this moment, Yu Xiong's face and the scene in the small courtyard a few months ago appeared in his mind. "Boss Yu, how about we make a bet?" 'What's the bet?' "I bet that in five or ten years, if Ah Shui can achieve something beyond your expectation, Boss Yu, you will buy me a bowl of wine. How do you think?" "Okay! Let's bet on a bowl of wine... Five or ten years later, no matter what the result is, I'll buy you a bowl of wine! Hahahaha" The hearty laughter still echoes in my ears. The ten-year agreement has not yet been fulfilled and Lan Sanshui has not achieved anything. But in this life... it seemed that he would never have the chance to invite Song Lin for a drink again. (End of this chapter)