Seeing this man’s pale face, it seems that nothing can touch his heart, but his eyes are horribly sharp and frighteningly cold. Since he came in, the air in the room seems to freeze suddenly, and no diners dare to continue talking.

The man came in with an indescribable cold-blooded air that was frightening.
Even people who are insensitive are stimulated by his murderous look to become cold hands and feet.
I don’t know how many people have been killed to cultivate murderous look.
This man’s swordsmanship may not have reached its peak, but the theory of murderous days may have been comparable.
Blink of an eye, the man in black has been sitting at the nearest table to Li Zhichang. He said coldly, "The store sees tea."
Only then did Zuo Zhu see a long and thin sword hanging on the black dress person’s body without scabbard, as if this sword wanted to kill people at any time.
The black dress person didn’t finish a cup of tea until Li Zhichang and them had eaten and drunk enough.
No more, no less, just a cup of tea
Li Zhichang said slowly to the men in black, "Killing people without seeing blood is a little red. I heard that you are the highest-priced killer and the most trustworthy killer."
This black dress person turned out to be the first killer in the world today, and killing people is the first red in the Central Plains.
The man in black didn’t speak, maybe he seldom spoke.
Then a young man came to Zuo Zhu and said in front of her, "You can’t kill her."
Zuo Zhu said, "Xue Bin, what are you doing?"
Young people have fine features and a sword, and they are also Jianghu people.
The black dress person frowned and said, "Let" his sword never light out. He didn’t accept the money to kill Xue Bin. Naturally, he wouldn’t kill Xue Bin. He would never wave his slightest strength.
Xue Bin said, "My father is Xue Yi. I advise you to leave at once."
Xue Yiren is the first swordsman who has been famous for 30 years. No one has seen him out of the sword these years. It is not that he is old, but that no one dares to challenge him.
Xue Yi’s name is made of blood. If other Jianghu people or cold autumn souls are in front of Xue Bin at this moment, I’m afraid they will stop.
No one dared to offend Xue Yiren for thirty years.
But a little red in the Central Plains is not such a person.
Li Zhichang said, "Children, let the Central Plains be a little red, and even relatives and friends, King Lao, will kill him, but there is no one who is the most trustworthy."
A little red in the Central Plains said, "One thing you are wrong. A little red in the Central Plains has no friends and no relatives to kill."
Zuo Zhu suddenly felt a little sympathy for a person who doesn’t even have relatives or friends. Isn’t it very painful to live? She suddenly realized that the Central Plains is a little red, because he can’t find a way to paralyze himself except killing people.
Xue Bin said, "Even so, I won’t allow you to kill Zhu."
His tone is very firm.
A little red in the Central Plains didn’t speak, so his feelings couldn’t impress him. Although his heart was not made of stone, it was not much different.
He didn’t speak, but his sword still stabbed out. At this moment, Xue Bin actually hid from him. After all, he is a Xue Yi person. After all, he is good at martial arts.
After all, the patience of the Central Plains is limited. After all, he didn’t have the money to kill Xue Bin, and this sword was not fast enough.
But he didn’t expect Xue Bin to hide so firmly.
Xue Bin dodged this sword and didn’t stab Zuo Zhushen, because Zuo Zhulian and the bench had already dodged a few feet, but although she escaped this sword, she was very careless after all.
Former Xue Bin, when she blocked a little red in the Central Plains, she couldn’t wait to replace Xue Bin, but now she can’t wait to stab Xue Bin with that sword just now. This mood change is coming so quickly.
Xue Bin’s face is blushing and crazy, and he seems to have fled here, because he is a young man and he can’t stand this insult even more.
Li Zhichang said, "Since you want to kill us both, can you kill me first and then kill her?"
A little red in the Central Plains said, "What should I promise you?"
Li Zhichang said, "Because since you won’t give your sword until we are full, you will spare this small request."
A little red road in the Central Plains says, "Okay, I promise you."
Li Zhichang said, "It seems that you are not bad after all, but you are going the wrong way."
A little red in the Central Plains said, "Are you finished?"
Li Zhichang said, "It’s over."
Now that the words are finished, there is still a sword left.
I don’t know how many kendo masters Li Zhichang has seen in his life are faster and more accurate than a little red in the Central Plains. There are also many masters in his life who can’t even get into the top 20.
However, the posture of a little red sword in the Central Plains is very strange. When he is out of the sword, his wrist is moving, and there is no motivation in other parts. He will never wave the slightest energy.
The speed of his sword is like a flint hitting a spark, and there is no reaction at all.
This kind of fencing is not at its peak, but it is fast enough.
And I’m not afraid of being so close
Even everyone can think that Li Zhichang will never escape this sword.
But he not only survived this sword, but also survived the next three swords
A little red in the central plains not only failed to kill him with one sword, but also failed to kill him with three swords
Perhaps no one in this world can kill Li Zhichang with one sword, kill him with three swords and stab him with ten thousand swords.
Because Li Zhichang is not a human being, but an immortal.
Even if Li Zhichang is now a little red in the flesh, there is no way that he can hurt Li Zhichang. There is no martial art in this world that can hurt him.
Li Zhichang just sat there without posture, but Zuo Zhu saw a little red sword in the Central Plains, which always brushed Li Zhichang’s hair but failed to cut off a hair.
In the one hundred and thirty-third sword, the central plains stopped the tip of the sword with a little red, just as it was natural for him to draw the sword, and it was natural for him to draw the sword, just like breathing.
By this time, the diners in the lobby had already gathered around a group of people who were all wearing clothes with the logo of cinnabar gang, of course.