Hero Cultivation System

Hell has opened its doors and evil spirits are wreaking havoc.

This was the only thought that came to Erbao's mind after hearing Liang Gong's shrill cry.

It was completely silent, the lights were dim, and the eerie stairwell suddenly heard such a creepy howl that was not like human speech, it was really frightening.

Although the words in Liang Gong's roar were clear, every word carried the boundless murderous aura pouring out of him, eroding the hearts of everyone present.

Everyone seemed to see themselves in a chaotic battlefield, surrounded by broken limbs and broken arms. In front of them was an armored skeleton holding a broadsword and slashing at them, but he could only helplessly block it with his hands in front of him, preparing to die.

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Erzi, whose nose bone was broken by Liang Gong's knee, rolled around and hid in the corner very early, without even daring to say a word.

When he heard Liang Gong's voice and confirmed that this guy who killed everyone he saw was the Liang Gong he knew and the person he betrayed tonight, he became even more soft-handed and could not even say a word.

Unable to speak.

What a fool! He's so greedy for money, why would he offend such a murderous god for a small reward?

That's right, it's the God of Death. The second son can't even bear Liang Gong's killing sound. How can he have the courage to face him?

Even Dabao, who was lying on the ground and screaming, was so frightened by the killing that he covered his mouth and murmured.

Except for Liang Gong, the second security guard who was the only one standing at the scene was trembling all over. He almost couldn't hold the knife and wanted to kneel down and beg for mercy. However, even though he was about to urinate, he had no time to stop Liang Gong, who was already red-eyed.

"Kill! Kill! Kill! So what about the centurion of Cao Nima, I will kill him without fail!"

Liang Gong seemed to see the Mongolian centurion who wanted to behead him, walking toward him with a grin and brandishing a sword. The centurion next to him had half of his head missing, and the other centurion without his head also bared his teeth and claws, one on the left and the other on the head.

Surround him on the right.

Come! Come and kill me! If I can kill you once, I can kill you a second time.

Liang Gong swung his long sword and summoned the Ten Blood Fighting Styles, rolling the hob towards the enemy in his mind.

Erbao was really frightened this time. The temperature around him seemed to have suddenly dropped ten degrees. The sound of screaming filled the air. There were waves of cold air around him, front, back, left and right. With just a slight touch, a cold air appeared on his face.

There were traces of blood. He had never heard of such a sword technique, let alone experienced it personally.

Suddenly, a trace of sword energy appeared out of thin air and pointed directly at Erbao's neck!

Erbao was already in despair. When he felt the cold approaching, the knife in Liang Gong's hand was already less than half a foot away from his neck. If he moved any further, there would be one less Liu Erbao and one more corpse in the world, and his father would be dead.

We have to come and collect his body.

"when!"

A long fine steel knife was used to pick up the machete from the middle of the beam. The force of the knife was deflected a little, and it passed through Erbao's ear, cutting off half of his ear.

"Third uncle!"

After escaping from death, Erbao shouted with joy. Of course, the only one who could save him at this time was Liu Sandao.

A light of fire appeared next to Erbao. Although the light was weak, it was enough for visitors to clearly see the miserable scene in the stairwell.

Liu Sandao frowned, his expression serious. The tragic situation in the stairwell was beyond his expectation.

Dabao was lying on the ground, with a foot-long bloodstain on his back that was shocking. He covered his mouth with his hands and looked at him pitifully.

Erzi, who was supposed to be just a spectator, had his face covered in blood, curled up and hiding in the corner, shivering.

Erbao covered his ears with his left hand and held the blade in his right hand. His chest was rising and falling rapidly. He was panting as if he had just finished a marathon. Although he could barely stand, his vision was blurry. He was obviously too frightened and had lost his courage. This can't be blamed. The second security guard, if he hadn't been lucky, the other party's knife just now could have killed the second security guard.

Liu Sandao's frown deepened when he saw the thin but heavy figure in front of him.

This figure indeed looked very similar to the man he saw taking away the meat in the train station square that day, but the comments made by Erzi and other gangsters at the station to Liang Gong could not be traced at all on the man in front of him.

Skinny? As timid as a mouse? Not strong enough to tie a chicken?

Liu Sandao felt that either his family had heard wrongly, or the second son and those gangsters had teamed up to deceive the Liu family.

The man in front of him was just standing casually, but the aura emanating from his body made it obvious at a glance that he must have gone through thousands of efforts to achieve such solid skills.

Although he is only about 1.7 meters tall, his physique is strong and muscular. The hand holding the knife is very steady, and the tip of the knife does not waver. This man has probably slashed people with the knife more times than all the people present combined. Much.

Moreover, after the killing just now, his breathing was still very long, and he did not feel out of breath at all. When Liu Sandao observed this, he already had a headache.

Why is he so skinny, as timid as a mouse, and unable to restrain a chicken?

Damn!

Liu Sandao decided that when he goes back, he will definitely make it difficult for those gangsters at the station to survive, if he has the chance to go back today.

He had such pessimistic thoughts because the guy in front of him, nicknamed Xiaoniao, was basically pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger. The pair of green eyes hidden under his disheveled hair reminded him directly of hunting with his elder brother in the mountains when he was a boy, and meeting him. To the wolf in the pack.

In addition, Liang Gong's body was slightly heavy, his feet were charging up, and the tip of the knife was not within three feet of Liu Sandao, always looking for his flaws. Liu Sandao was sure that as long as he moved a little, he would receive a shocking blow. .

This deal is not a good deal!

Liu Sandao tilted his head slightly to look at his son Liu Daxiong, who was still hiding behind Erbao, who was still lighting the lighter. Then he thought about the seven people who came out today, and the three on the roof have not been heard from until now. It was obviously more serious than bad.

Among the three people following him, Dabao was injured, so his son Daxiong had no hope. In fact, the only one who could fight and kill was Liu Erbao. Now that even he was disabled, the situation became that he had to confront Liang Gong directly.

It seems that he has to admit his weakness today. Liu Sandao sighed secretly, slowly lowered the knife in his hand, and said with what he thought was the most sincere smile:

"You are a little bird! I am Liu Sandao, you have heard of me! We are all people who hang out at the train station. What you did that day was really against the moral principles of the world.

Of course, my second brother has had issues with you before, but with your skills, you can show it clearly and talk to our Liu family, so why do you need to hide behind people's backs and steal people's business?"

When Liu Sandao said this, he saw that Liang Gong didn't say a word, but had no intention of using the sword. Thinking that there was a trick, he continued:

"Today we have fallen into your hands. Stop! I will make the decision for my second brother here. No matter what happened between you and our Liu family in the past, all the grudges will end here. From now on No more complications.

Not only that, in the future, if you want to do whatever you want to do at the train station, as long as you don’t compete with us for food, our Liu family will unconditionally agree and even settle other people for you, what do you think?"

After he finished speaking, Liu Erbao and Liu Daxiong next to him looked at their uncle and father with disbelief.

They had never heard of Liu Sandao, who was always tough at home, saying such things and softening his attitude to such an extent, almost in a consultative tone.

Is this little bird really that powerful? Even Liu Sandao, who they think is almost invincible, has to lower his posture and seek peace?

Liang Gong sneered when he heard this.

In fact, when Liu Sandao opened his sword, he had already woken up from the illusion of fighting with the Mongolian army.

By the dim light of the lighter in Liu Daxiong's hand, he realized that if Liu Sandao hadn't appeared to stop him, he would have almost killed the person with one knife. Thinking of this, Liang Gong couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat.

Although he has killed people in the system, and there are more than one, but in the real world, he has never killed even a chicken. At most, he has only crippled them like Huang Mao.

He knows very well what killing means in modern China.

For people like me who have no money and no background, let alone self-defense, as long as you don't kill someone but someone else dies, it's murder, and the consequences of killing are a dead end.

What a risk! I almost had to spend money to buy bullets for myself.

Damn it! My brother was almost decapitated with a knife on the roof of the building. Now you old guy says you won’t play anymore. Damn it, your life is so cheap?

Don't stop, it depends on whether the blade in my hand is okay or not!