The person who speaks is very popular and wears a black casual outfit, which blends well with the night color. Song Baiyu is now in a darker area. If he hadn't had good eyesight, he would probably have ignored his existence.

"Do we have a holiday?" Song Baiyu glanced at the other party coldly. After confirming that the person was a strange face, he raised his eyebrows and asked in a deep voice.

"We haven't celebrated the festival, but you are too handsome. I'm not happy to see a young face like you. Can't you beat you up?" Song Baiyu's condescending eyes swept away, and the black casual outfit, which had a somewhat surprised expression, immediately frowned unhappily and smiled sarcastically.

In the black casual wear, seven more people emerged from the dark corner, but these people were wearing strong clothes and had no expression on their faces. After they appeared, they immediately stood around Song Baiyu, vaguely surrounding Song Baiyu.

Seeing the seven new people, a trace of doubt flashed in Song Baiyu's eyes, because he clearly felt that these people had practiced Kung Fu and had a strong murderous aura on their bodies, which was not something that ordinary practitioners might have.

"Who sent you here?" Song Baiyu was stupid at this time and knew that these people could not have come to trouble him for no reason. Several suspects appeared in his mind, but he denied them one by one.

"Boy, you are not stupid. You guessed our origin so quickly. But since you are so smart, why did you offend Mr. Yuan?" Seeing Song Baiyu see Song Baiyu's lie, he showed a playful smile on his face, and his eyes looked at Song Baiyu with a little more pity and sympathy.

"Young Master Yuan, is it Yuan Shili?" Song Baiyu didn't expect that it was Yuan Shili who was in trouble. After helping Hu Jing solve Yuan Shili's trouble, he immediately threw Yuan Shili out of the sky.

"Since you know who wants your life, you should die with your eyes closed!" After saying this, a ferocious look appeared in his eyes and made a gesture to the seven black men. Instead, he took a few steps back and stood aside to watch the show.

When Song Baiyu heard the words of black casual clothes, he was shocked. What is Yuan Shili's origin? Just because he helped Hu Jing on the street, he actually had the idea of ​​taking his life. Isn't this crazy?

When Song Baiyu was stunned, the seven black men in strong costumes had already approached him silently. Then Song Baiyu felt a cold breath approaching his cheek. At the same time, a series of sharp whistling sounds sounded in his ears. Song Baiyu, who had experienced a life-and-death duel, could naturally hear the sound of seven sharp machetes attacking him at the same time.

Awakened by the howling sound of the knife, Song Baiyu subconsciously shuddered, and the drunkenness he drank at Zhang Pengfei's house was immediately removed. He shouted in his mouth, and a ground-reach technique disappeared from the spot. At the same time, he did not forget to grab one of the men who were pretending to be, and threw it into the knife formation.

Only a shrill scream was heard, and the man in black was immediately cut into several pieces, leaving behind a vague flesh and blood. The scene was as terrifying as it was.

"Hey, it's strange. Didn't Mr. Yuan say that Song Baiyu is very good and not inferior to him at all? Why was he killed by you with one knife?" The black casual outfit did not realize that Song Baiyu had escaped the situation of killing, nor was he frightened by the terrifying scene in front of him, but murmured to himself in confusion.

But the black casual outfit soon discovered something was wrong. He found that several of his companions were not as calm as usual after killing people. Instead, they looked pale and were greatly stimulated. This situation could not happen to his companions. You must know that they didn't know how many lives they had harvested, so how could they have such discomfort because of killing people?

"...Wuyuanjun...just... the person we killed just now seemed to be No. 6!" Just as the black casual outfit was puzzled, one of the men in black dress finally stammered.

The man in black casual clothes was shocked when he heard this. His eyes suddenly fell on the corpse, his eyes suddenly turned red, and then he quickly flashed into the crowd, looking at the surrounding environment with a vigilant face.

When the man in black casual clothes glanced at Song Baiyu's body, his expression became more relaxed, but he had no previous mentality of catching mice, and his expression became extremely serious.

"Song Baiyu, right? I admit that I underestimated you just now, so that we paid a heavy price. However, the blood of the people of our Great Japanese Empire will not flow in vain, so we will fight to the death with you!" He slowly pulled out the soft knife hidden behind him, and the man in black casual clothes shouted word by word, with the expression on his face indescribable solemnity and solemnity.

Song Baiyu sneered when he heard this. His sympathy for the enemy was cruelty to him. Naturally, he would not be moved by the other party's deep friendship. You should know that if he was just an ordinary person just now, the machete that was besieged from all directions would be enough to break himself into countless pieces.

"When you attack me, your fate is already destined!" Song Baiyu felt uncomfortable all over by such a group of killers emitting feminine aura. After saying this to the man in black casual clothes, he raised his footsteps and walked towards the crowd.

Seeing Song Baiyu facing him alone, not only did not choose to escape, but approached him and others step by step. The man in a black suit and others immediately seemed to be facing a great enemy. His fingers holding the hilt of the knife turned white, and the soft knife in their hands slowly raised up to level with his shoulders.

The way Song Baiyu escaped their sword formation just now was too strange. They didn't understand why Song Baiyu, who was undoubtedly dead, suddenly came outside the sword formation, and the companions who originally formed one of the sword formations inexplicably entered the sword formation and became the dead soul under the sword of themselves and others.

One step, two steps, three steps, Song Baiyu's distance was almost the same, and the rhythm was very strong. The "dongdongdongdong" sound fell into the ears of black casual wear and others, but it put a lot of pressure on them.

It was obviously only fifteen or sixteen meters away, and Song Baiyu only walked less than five seconds, but for black casual wear and others, time seemed to have passed a century.

"Ah..." Just as Song Baiyu approached the black casual wear and others less than two meters away, sweat beads of soybean pellets finally flowed down on the foreheads of black casual wear and others, and they could not bear the pressure put on them by Song Baiyu. They shouted together and took the initiative to attack Song Baiyu.

However, the scene of Song Baiyu avoiding the sword formation before could not be erased in their minds for a long time, so their sword skills this time were soft and had no power. It was like a performance.

"Why, are you afraid that the soft knife in your hand will slash on your companions again?" Song Baiyu keenly noticed the psychological changes of these people, and couldn't help but curl up slightly, revealing a sarcastic smile.

People who often kill people are often afraid of being killed by others.

Song Baiyu revealed his thoughts with one sentence, and the black casual wear and others were also a little embarrassed, but they couldn't find any rebuttal words.

"The people of the Great Japanese Empire are absolutely not afraid of death!" A slogan was shouted, and the man in a black suit rushed towards Song Baiyu first, dancing a bright sword curtain.

Immediately afterwards, six other black men also killed Song Baiyu together. Their eyes were full of fire, and there was no fear of being afraid just now. Obviously, Song Baiyu's words deeply stimulated them.

"The Eastern sword technique is quite good, and it combines physical exercise and murderous methods together!" Song Baiyu saw the sword shadows dancing in front of him, and he could see at a glance that these people had been immersed in sword technique for their whole life, and had a deep attainment in sword technique, so he couldn't help but nod.

Compared with Japanese Oriental swordsmanship, domestic people prefer some ancient martial arts such as health preservation, such as Tai Chi, which may be more related to the character of the Chinese people.

Song Baiyu was walking in the garden, shuttled through the sword light, feeling the advantages and disadvantages of the Eastern sword technique. He nodded or shook his head from time to time, which was completely different from a battle of life and death. In fact, he did not regard this battle as a battle of life and death at all. He just had never seen the Eastern sword technique, so he wanted to appreciate it to see if he could understand something from the Eastern sword technique.

Song Baiyu's behavior was undoubtedly a provocation in the eyes of black casual wear and others, so the anger in the eyes of black casual wear and others became increasingly strong, and the sword techniques in his hands became more and more fierce, and there were also shouts from time to time.

It can be said that Song Baiyu's ignorance completely angered the men in black. They were originally killers, but now they are not able to kill the target, but are played with by the target in applause. This makes them want to tear the target in front of them into pieces, so their sword skills have also begun to be used to super-levelly.

"Why don't you work hard? You call your teacher again? You see, you only know how to read novels and text messages every day. In your case, when can you get the true scriptures from your teacher..." More than ten minutes later, just as the sword technique of seven men in black clothes had already entered the old routine. When Song Baiyu lost his patience, a pleasant cell phone ringtone rang in his arms.
Chapter completed!