Become a legend in Hong Kong

Uh-huh!

The light and shadow of swords are continuous.

The female ninjas are proficient in the art of combined attacks, three in front and four in back, one or two from left to right, and the blades fall continuously, like waves hitting the rocks, layer after layer.

Under the combined attack formation, Liao Wenjie was in a hurry, and the female gangsters struck the sword at an awkward position. Although he was not weak, he didn't want to.

On the side, Red Copper was unable to intervene in the combined attack formation, so he picked up a long knife and stared at it eagerly.

Liao Wenjie, a wolf in front and a tiger in the back, glanced at Uncle Feng's position and saw that he was also surrounded by kunoichi. He immediately waved his hand and threw a large black dot.

"Look at the hidden weapon!"

The three kunoichi sheathed their swords and retreated, while four more stepped forward, swung their long swords in an airtight manner, and knocked down the copper coins one by one.

Liao Wenjie took advantage of the situation to attack forcefully, pushing forward with both hands. Hundreds of red threads attacked irregularly, pressing forward overwhelmingly.

At this moment, the three kunoichi who had retreated earlier stepped in and drew a circle with their long swords, blocking the thin red line from the formation.

Red light covered the front, and most of the kunoichi's vision was blocked. Suddenly, the ankles of the three sword-wielding kunoichi tightened, and their ankles were wrapped in bundles of red rope.

Before they could cut off the red rope with their swords, they were dragged by a huge force. Their bodies were unbalanced, the world in front of them was spinning, and they hit the ceiling with several bangs.

Liao Wenjie rolled up three red ropes with his hand and waved them round like a meteor hammer.

The combined attack formation was broken, and the kunoichi kept retreating at the same speed.

Clang!

The cold and sharp blade turned into light and slashed down, and the three red ropes broke in response.

Red Copper put the sword under his belly, leaned over and sprinted, jumping high to avoid the dense red lines sweeping around his feet. He adjusted his balance in mid-air and slashed straight at Liao Wenjie's neck.

dangerous!

A sense of crisis enveloped his heart, and Liao Wenjie was instantly alert. This knife seemed ordinary, but it revealed an unspeakable murderous intention. His iron cloth shirt might not be able to withstand it.

He raised his hand, and the red thread turned into a beam and shot straight up. It transformed into a huge ghost hand in the air and covered it with red copper.

Uh-huh!

The blade passed by, splitting the ghost's hand into two, and the intangible sword energy was invincible, cutting through the red line all the way, shining brighter and brighter in Liao Wenjie's eyes.

Unable to avoid it, Liao Wenjie gritted his teeth, put his hands in front of him to defend himself, suddenly controlled the ghost hand to accelerate, clasped the red copper with a slap, and pressed it firmly against the ceiling.

Hiss!

The sword energy struck the iron cloth shirt, and the shattered air currents flew in all directions, knocking back several kunoichi who were attacking.

Liao Wenjie stood on the spot with his hands raised. Two blood lines were cut out on his left and right arms. The bright red blood flowed down his elbows and dripped to the ground.

Blood! ?

Looking at the heat on his elbow, Liao Wenjie's face showed a hint of joy, and he covered his palms with blood.

The kunoichi from the opposite side rushed straight towards him, but he didn't even look at it. He spread his hands in front of him, and more than ten money swords were lined up in the air, with red strings tied at the end of each sword.

Blood droplets smeared on the money sword, and the blade of the sword flashed golden red for an instant, and the next second, it shot straight forward.

Ding ding ding!

The money sword hit the blade, and more than a dozen female ninjas struggled to parry, or were burned by the hot sword body, and were knocked to the ground by the huge force, and the formation collapsed into chaos.

Under their astonished gaze, Liao Wenjie waved his hands continuously and sprinkled a large amount of money sword beside him. As the blood droplets smeared on it, red light ignited high in the room like a torch.

"rise!"

Hundreds of gold swords were drawn into a circle and swept down densely, just like a top master's sword energy protecting the body, forming a thick net that water could not penetrate.

After just one encounter, more than a dozen female ninjas fell down, their shoulders, legs, arms and other parts injured, and they lost their ability to move.

"After all, I still don't want to kill..."

The money sword net was swung down, subconsciously avoiding the vital point. Liao Wenjie muttered and stopped thinking about it. The body is the most honest, just follow the body.

On the ceiling, red thread ghost hands were wrapped into a large cocoon, tightly wrapped in red copper, with only the head, hands and feet exposed.

Liao Wenjie threw two money swords. Seeing that this guy was not only invulnerable but also invulnerable to the scorching heat, he threw a ball of red thread in front of his face and ran towards Uncle Feng.

The red thread was like a living thing, covering the red copper door and going directly into the mouth and nose. Because it could not penetrate the flesh and blood, it finally blocked the trachea.

…

Bang!

Uncle Feng ejected fire and drove away the lingering kunoichi around. A smoke bomb exploded at his feet. Hearing the dense sound of breaking through the air, he quickly took off his windbreaker and swung it.

Ding-ding-ding-ding.

The cross-shaped ninja dart was knocked off by his coat, and Uncle Feng's vision was blocked by the smoke bomb. He was keenly aware of the light footsteps approaching from all around, and he greased his feet and retreated towards the outside.

A step too late, two long knives pierced his coat. He turned his head to avoid one, and was stabbed in the shoulder by the other.

Just when Uncle Feng secretly revealed his misfortune, the crowd screamed and screamed. The red sword light net swept away the smoke and rescued him from the encirclement in time.

"Uncle Feng, are you okay?"

Liao Wenjie's money swords were flying up and down all over his body, and each one was tied with a red rope. There were at least hundreds of them, and he couldn't look directly at them.

"..."

Uncle Feng touched the money sword in his arms, vaguely remembering that Liao Wenjie said at that time that it took all the effort of nine cows and two tigers to get it.

"Uncle Feng, are you too hurt to speak?"

"Don't talk to me, I'm a fool."

"What?"

Not knowing why, Liao Wenjie pulled the red rope with both hands and knocked down the last few kunoichi.

Turning around, he saw a woman dressed as a ninja, taking off the golden chrysanthemum petals, turning them into cross darts, and saving the red copper on the ceiling.

Red Copper fell to the ground and vomited, tore out the red thread in his trachea, and lay on the ground in a panic, gasping for air.

"Your Excellency, you are very capable!"

The woman looked at the densely packed money swords around Liao Wenjie, her eyes twitching, and her heart was extremely complicated. If she was so rich, why would she be selling white noodles?

This situation is like an online PK between ordinary players. The two sides are in a stalemate, fighting for skills throughout the process, and no one can do anything to the other. Suddenly, an RMB player dressed in magic clothes jumped out and swung a three-axe, making both sides cry.

The game was instantly out of balance, and the player's mentality collapsed. He cursed and went offline and shut himself up.

"It's good that you know. Now I'm going to catch you without any help. I..."

As Liao Wenjie was talking, the blood on the money sword evaporated and the red light no longer appeared. He changed his words and said, "I will give Uncle Feng a few words to try to get you a leniency."

After saying that, he silently retreated behind Uncle Feng, squeezed the wound on his arm, and a few pitiful drops of blood came out, barely covering a money sword.

Too rude!

As a monk, why couldn't he think of upgrading the iron cloth shirt to be invulnerable to swords?

If I had known that money plus blood would bring boundless magic power, there would be nothing I could say...

I will continue from now on, and I will not give up until I reach the point where I can block a nuclear bomb with my bare hands.

Liao Wenjie held a large piece of money sword in his arms. He held the last money sword. It was difficult to switch from extravagance to frugality. He always felt that it was not smooth. From the corner of his eye, he caught sight of Uncle Feng's bloody shoulder, and his eyes immediately lit up.

"Ajie, you and I are divided in skills. You can't use my blood even if you take it." Uncle Feng covered his shoulders and shook his head repeatedly.

"Just try it, just in case it works!"

"..."

Uncle Feng didn't bother to talk to Liao Wenjie. He took out the money sword from his arms, covered it with blood, and with a wave of his hand, he controlled the money sword and stabbed the woman in the air.

Red Copper picked up the long knife, split the money sword with quick eyes and hands, suddenly accelerated like a cheetah, and slashed straight at Uncle Feng...

Alas, a sudden stop.

Just because Liao Wenjie stood in front of Uncle Feng with his hands open, with a generous and righteous look on his face, and fired at him.

Red Copper stepped back with a ferocious expression. He could see clearly on the ceiling that Liao Wenjie suddenly killed everyone and turned the situation around in one fell swoop. The reason was that he was injured by his sword energy.

Now that there is no blood, I still want to be slashed, so go ahead and dream!

"Red Copper, you have been using it for too long. If you don't want to die, take it out quickly." The woman waved the rope and pulled Red Copper to her side. Golden chrysanthemum petals formed a light array in the air, suppressing the money sword controlled by Uncle Feng.

"It can't be taken out. The situation is not good now. I will cover your retreat."

"I won't let you die."

The two communicated in neon language for a while. One was brave and not afraid of death, and the other was deeply affectionate.

"Uncle Feng, that man can't hold on for long. If you delay, you will wear them out."

After Liao Wenjie finished speaking to Uncle Feng, when he saw the two red coppers standing there, he smiled apologetically and replied in neon language: "Sorry, I know a little bit about neon language. The two of them have a strong Kanto accent. They are from Tokyo." Are you here?"

"Kill him."

The woman snorted coldly, pulled out the long knife from her back, and rushed forward with Red Copper. On the way, she took out a handful of golden petals from her arms and threw a large cross dart.

Liao Wenjie stood in front of Uncle Feng, using his iron cloth shirt to protect himself, easily blocking the hidden weapon, and then waved the red rope to press down on Red Copper.

Rather than a woman who has a trump card, he prefers to deal with martial arts masters like Red Copper, who have few dirty tricks and will even give him a bleeding BUFF if he is lucky.

Red Copper knew exactly what Liao Wenjie was thinking. He was hesitant to use the sword. After just ten moves, his feet were sadly entangled with red ropes.

Ding!

Liao Wenjie stabbed Red Copper on the shoulder with his sword, but failed to break through the defense of the copper skin and iron bones. Seeing that the blood on the money sword was about to evaporate, he waved the red rope and hung Red Copper on the ceiling again.

Red Tong was in a dilemma. When he saw Liao Wenjie stepping forward to help Uncle Feng, he suppressed the woman one by one, causing the woman to be in danger frequently. He was so anxious that he couldn't think about anything else. He bit off the tip of his tongue and swallowed the blood in his belly.

Rage spread from the inside out, the whites of his eyes turned dark, the muscles in his body swelled, and the red thread broke with a bang.

On the other side, the woman seemed to have noticed something. Her breath disappeared, and she hurriedly scrambled. Uncle Feng burned her arm with the money sword, and then was slapped away by Liao Wenjie with his ghost claw.

"You go first, let me handle this."

The red copper ghost spirit rushed to the woman, and before she could say anything else, he said bluntly: "Hurry up, I can't hold on any longer, and I don't want to use force against you."

The woman gritted her teeth, retreated a few meters, and ducked to the door. She held a golden chrysanthemum in her mouth and crossed her legs to form a seal on the ground.

Neon Dongmi mudra.

Uncle Feng stepped forward vigorously, but was blocked by Red Copper's knife. Liao Wenjie raised his hand to throw the money sword, but was also shot down by Red Copper's throwing knife.

"Ahhhh!!"

He suppressed a hoarse roar in his mouth, his canine teeth grew, his fingernails curved and grew, his hands fell to the ground, and he turned into a humanoid beast.

On the other side, the petals were falling, the woman vomited blood, formed an inner binding seal, and pointed at Liao Wenjie and Uncle Feng from a distance.

Boom!

Liao Wenjie's heartbeat rhythm changed drastically, and he vomited hot blood...

Although he didn't know what happened, he didn't want to waste this blood. Ten money swords were lined up in front of him and sprayed on the swords with a pop.

I remember timing it. . .