Although everyone has the dignity to live, there are also those who are shameless, such as Xue Si is a representative of shamelessness.

If this person is really a wicked person, if you want him to live, heaven will not tolerate it.

In the process of fighting, Ye Shaofeng assessed the difference in strength between himself and the other party. I feel that I want to defeat these thirty people, unless I am willing to be ruthless.

Ye Shaofeng deliberately exposed his flaws, waiting for Xue Si to rush over. Xue Si, the tiger, really took the bait, and when he saw Ye Shaofeng with his back to him, he squeezed past a group of little ruffians, and slashed down at Ye Shaofeng's back with a knife.

This was Ye Shaofeng's plan, he deliberately turned his back to Xue Si, the purpose was to let Xue Si chase after him and cut him.

Ye Shaofeng stabbed out with a few thorns in a row, and put down the few ruffians who surrounded him in front of him. At this time, Xue Si's machete was already whistling towards the back of his head.

Seeing that the blade was about to chop on the back of Ye Shaofeng's head, it was too late to say that it was too late. Ye Shaofeng suddenly turned around, one by one, and the spear stabbed into Xue Si's face impartially.

It was just a moment of light and shadow, and Xue Si stood upright in place, his eyes were still staring hideously, and his face still had the crazy expression of wanting to chop Ye Shaofeng to death just now.

But the machete he was holding high had already fallen, and instead of falling to Ye Shaofeng's head, it fell to the ground.

Ye Shaofeng shouted, "Ah! ”。

The spear stab was pulled out, there was not the slightest blood on the stabbing blade, the real sharp treasure knife, there would be no blood on it, the blood flowed out along the blood groove of the blade, dripping on the ground, the stabbing blade was bright and sharp, and the cold light was still pressing.

Ye Shaofeng splashed a few drops of blood on his face, not much, wiped it with his sleeve, and the blood touched his face.

Xue Si's body fell down with a bang, and a group of hooligan brothers were stunned, the chaos just now stopped, and in an instant, the crowd became orderly. No more roaring, no invective, no sound of metal crashing.

Late at night, quiet again returned, leaving only a pair of dumbfounded eyes, forgetting to even blink, just because they hadn't reacted yet.

His own boss died like this. It looks very miserable, the ** son has already flowed all over the ground mixed with blood, and the younger brothers don't even dare to take a second look.

These hooligans and ruffians think that people will die today, but the dead people should be Ye Shaofeng. At this time, the person who was about to be killed stood in place, his waist straight, and his righteousness was awe-inspiring. The person responsible for the murder lay on the ground, whimpering for his life.

Is this Ye Shaofeng's martial arts, or does he deserve Xue Si's crimes?

"Who wants to die!" Ye Shaofeng was carrying a sharp thorn in his hand, and his blood-red eyes scanned the gang of hooligans and ruffians around him.

No one dared to speak, no one dared to move, they were afraid of the thorn in Ye Shaofeng's hand, afraid that they would rush forward and die worse than the boss.

The boss was dead, dead in an instant, and although everything changed quickly, it was a fact, a fact that they had to accept.

The eldest brother is dead, and there is no benefit in the slightest for the younger brothers to fight. What revenge, what shame, that is Xue Si's life. Now that he is dead, all those high-sounding reasons can be forgotten.

And now what we have to do is to leave, go as far as possible, and go as fast as possible. These ruffians knew that the real killer demon king was not themselves, not Xue Si, but the young man in front of them, this young man who could stab their boss to death with just one blow. The sharpness of his eyes was the call of death, the gateway to hell.

"Damn, withdraw!" I don't know who shouted, and a group of people suddenly scattered and fled, and the three gold cups were all left behind, and it was too late to drive. The speed at which they fled was ten times faster than the speed at which they rushed down to surround Ye Shaofeng just now.

He put away the thorns, looked at the corpse on the ground, then looked back at the owner of the teahouse, patted him for thirty yuan, and said, "This is the tea money, and the money I broke one of your teacups." Your mare's milk tea here tastes good, and I will come back often in the future. By the way, call the police, just say that Xue Si is dead. ”

After speaking, Ye Shaofeng waved his sleeves and left, and after Ye Shaofeng walked out of more than thirty meters, he heard a heart-rending exclamation from behind: "Murder!" Killed! Dead man......"

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