Immortal Martial God

Chapter 1658 Receive A Knife

Everyone couldn't wait to see the fight, but the old man walked very slowly, like a scratching bastard.

As the old man walked, he knocked on the bronze gong in his hand.

When he was halfway there, a man carrying a broadsword suddenly walked out from the buildings on both sides.

He continued walking. After walking for several hundred meters, another man carrying a broadsword followed suit.

By the time the old man arrived at the entrance of Drunken Flower Street, there were already four machetemen standing behind him.

"It's about to start!" Everyone immediately lowered their voices and anxiously waited for the intense battle to follow.

The old man pressed down on the bronze gong with one hand and swept his eyes over the four of them. Finally, his gaze fell on Xiang Nan's face.

"Are you ready?" The old man asked.

Xiang Nan and his three brothers exchanged glances, took off their shirts and naked their upper bodies.

The old man pointed at Xiang Nan and the others with one finger and said, "One, two, three, four."

"Four people, three blades for one person, six blades for two people, twelve blades for four people, twelve blades for each person."

At this point, the old man turned his head to look at the four knife-wielding men and said unhurriedly, "There is a rule for all things. It is necessary for people walking on the streets to be stabbed."

"But the macheteman must also be careful. There are three'no ', you must remember them clearly."

"If you don't cut off the limbs, head, arms and legs, and even fingers, you can't cut them off. You can't let the recipient lack body parts."

"Second, if you don't poke at the vital points, you can't poke at the heart, brain, lower yin, tendons of hands and feet, throat, and spine."

"Three doesn't want to die. The four of them still have to walk the streets. They can't be killed with twelve slashes on the streets."

The four machetemen nodded their heads and said, "Master, remember."

The old man smiled and said, "Alright, let's begin."

With that, the old man held the gong hammer in his hand and knocked on the bronze gong with a bang.

The four machetemen took a step forward at the same time and raised the giant saber high up in the air.

Xiang Nan and the others stood there motionlessly.

Swoosh!

Four giant sabers landed at the same time, leaving behind a huge wound on the bodies of Xiang Nan and the others!

The saber was poisoned for three days, and the wound could not heal within three days.

The wound left behind by this saber strike caused Xiang Nan and the others to turn their flesh and blood outwards, and even their bones were cut into a bit.

However, according to the rules, a martial artist's body parts could not be cut off, so bones could be cut, but not cut off.

Xiang Nan was stabbed in the back. From his left shoulder to his right buttock, the wound was shocking, and fresh blood immediately gushed out.

Canyang was a knife in his chest, a knife from his clavicle to his right crotch, while Lan Tian was a knife in his shoulder. This knife almost cut off his entire arm.

The black sickle was sliced in the head. A knife sliced his chin from his forehead, splitting a face in half.

I lost blood.

Xiang Nan and the others began to lose blood quickly, but during the process of being stabbed, they were unable to circulate their Astral Qi and maintain their body strength, so the blood flow would not stop automatically.

The best way was to immediately finish the twelve slashes, but the old man's unhurried personality had actually laid the groundwork at this moment.

It was finished with a single slash.

That damned old bastard was sitting in a grand master's chair on the side of the street, drinking his tea unhurriedly and unhurriedly.

Xiang Nan and the others stood on the spot without changing their expressions, while blood flowed down their trousers' legs to the ground, gathering into a piece of news.

The first serious problem brought about by the massive loss of blood was the weakening of one's strength.

His mouth was dry and his tongue was dry. His entire body was weak and he was dizzy.

The spectators had long heard of walking down the street, but only a few of them had seen it before. Seeing such a cruel scene, they couldn't help but feel their scalps go numb.

That damned old bastard actually hadn't ordered a second strike!

After the old man finished "sipping" the tea, he lazily knocked on the second bronze gong.

Bang!

The four machetemen chopped down a second knife at the same time.

This time, Xiang Nan was stabbed in the chest, Canyang was stabbed in the back, Blue Sky was stabbed in the thigh, and Black Sickle was stabbed in the stomach.

Blood flowed endlessly, but a martial artist's body could regenerate blood. However, the rate of blood regeneration was no longer as fast as the rate of blood loss.

Walking down the street, the ones who could survive the first round were all men.

Someone muttered in a low voice, "This old man also looks at people. If he finds anyone who walks down the street, he will be even more troublesome if there is a trace of fear and fear."

"If he sees a stubborn and unyielding street walker, he will give him some benefits instead."

Sure enough, the old man looked up at Xiang Nan and the others and nodded in approval.

This old man has been using the Heart Attack Battle all this time, deliberately slowing down his speed, deliberately taking this first step to the knife, making it almost impossible for him to withstand it, just to give you time to drag it out.

See if you're upset, or if you're feeling more and more afraid.

However, Xiang Nan and the others did not change their expressions. None of them were afraid of death. On the contrary, a few of them were people who had always wanted to die.

Faced with death, they didn't feel cowardly. At most, it was only regret.

"Not bad, it looks a bit like it." The old man nodded and clanged his third gong.

Four slashes fell, leaving deep wounds on Xiang Nan and the others. action

At this time, it was only the third strike. The Blue Sky, who had the weakest defense, was already panting. However, there was not the slightest bit of fear or hesitation in his eyes.

The old man nodded and knocked again.

He no longer deliberately slowed down to make things difficult for Xiang Nan and the others.

After the fourth strike landed, the sound of a bronze gong could be heard.

With a knock, he chopped down a knife.

After eight consecutive slashes, Bluesky could no longer stand. He fell into a pool of blood, but his eyes were still open and he did not say a word.

He tried several times to get up, but he fell down again and again, causing blood to splatter everywhere.

The black sickle was second, and his body was shaking, and he could no longer stand firmly.

At this time, Xiang Nan stretched out his right hand towards Bluesky, letting Bluesky grab his elbow and lift him up.

Bluesky leaned against Xiang Nan's shoulder and gasped for breath, not saying a word.

The faces of the four people were as pale as paper.

When the old man saw Xiang Nan's actions, he no longer smiled. The only thing on his face was respect.

In the face of danger, there weren't many brothers willing to lend a helping hand.

The old man nodded and personally brought a cup of tea to Lan Tian.

Lan Tian thanked him and drank the tea. The tea was real and did not contain any spiritual herbs.

But at the very least, it can quench thirst.

The old man nodded and with a bang, he sounded the ninth bronze gong.

A saber slashed down, followed by the sound of a gong, another saber.

After ten slashes, Black Sickle could no longer stand. He fell on his back and lay straight down.

Pa.

The blood puddle was splashed into a beautiful red picture.

Can Yang stretched out his large hand and pulled Black Sickle up. He held Black Sickle's shoulder with one hand.

The cold wind became even colder, and the goose feathers and snow fell. The blood puddles on the ground had quickly frozen into red ice.

The four of them stood in the cold wind. Xiang Nan supported Bluesky while the remaining sun held the black sickle.

The scene became quiet.

At this time, the mindset of watching the show gradually diminished, and the expressions on the faces of the people showed more respect for the strong.

This respect had nothing to do with strength or cultivation.

"Is it okay?" The old man brought a cup of hot tea and handed it to Xiang Nan.

Xiang Nan took the teacup and handed it to Black Sickle.

The old man nodded and knocked on the eleventh bronze gong.

The eleventh blade slashed down!

The four of them had already been chopped into pieces, their faces unrecognizable as faces, and their bodies unrecognizable as bodies.

It was like four flesh-and-blood monsters.