Heads flew around, and the broken necks were often tied with a ribbon of blood, neat and elegant, a model of violent aesthetics.

Helian Lingyun had become very skilled at killing since the moment he picked up the knife, and had become a madman.

The way he used the knife was very simple, just chopping, just like a butcher selling pork in the vegetable market chopping bones for customers, without any fancy tricks.

The knife was used to the extreme, and it was originally like this. Everything else was redundant. The ultimate point was just two words: chop, chop off the enemy's weapon, or the enemy's body. Cut it

in two with one knife, clean and crisp.

At this time, Helian Lingyun still had sweat all over his forehead and his steps were frivolous, so he didn't move at all. He stood in place, swung his knife, and chopped down, and there was another bloody head. He was completely different

from the hungry man who was in urgent need of a Snickers before, like a killer.

At this point, Zhao Yulin could finally rest assured that the top swordsmen were different. As long as they had a blade in their hands, they could kill people even if they were hungry like a dog.

He was also good at using swords. Mercenaries all over the world knew that when Tianran was outnumbered, he always held a bright and gorgeous red Nepali in his hand, but what he was best at was boxing.

Moreover, sharp weapons were not easy to use to break hard objects, and blunt weapons were the best.

Just like cracking a walnut, the best tool is always a hammer.

Apart from a knife maniac like Helian Lingyun, who would use a knife to cut a walnut?

Besides, Zhao Yulin likes to fight head-on, and if he wants to fight head-on, Bajiquan is the best choice.

He doesn't know Bajiquan, but he knows the Eightfold Collapse.

...

At that time, Zhao Yulin seemed to have lost his mind, pounding the iron helmet with his fists, one punch after another, hitting the armor cast with black iron, but to no avail.

Xue Niu wandered among the elite team, waiting for an opportunity to attack Zhao Yulin. Seeing Zhao Yulin's actions at this time, he sneered - sure enough, the rumor that this guy can smash the rockery with one punch is a false rumor.

"Does your hand hurt?"

He waited for a long time, and finally saw a hint of a flaw in Zhao Yulin's movements. He leaped out and stabbed the opponent's heart with an ice cone.

However, it was a bit weird. He could not see panic and fear on Zhao Yulin's face. He only saw a sneer in his eyes.

That kind of sneer seemed to be an idiom often used by Chinese people. It

hits the nail on the head.

Xue Niu was startled, and his pupils were full of horror. Then he saw Zhao Yulin's body twisted to the side, and a fist came towards him from the front, getting bigger and closer in his eyes.

"Fifth-level strength, dark surge!"

This punch hit Zhao Yulin, who was knocked several meters away by the recoil. It was extremely powerful.

The snow bull had the same fate, crashing into the blood-colored elite behind him. The scene was very chaotic.

The scene looked very unscientific, violating the so-called principle of gravity. Dozens of strong men who were gathered together were knocked over by one person. The front row hit the back row, and they fell one by one, like dominoes in the human body.

In just two breaths, half of the blood-colored elites were lying on the ground, motionless and dead.

It was really weird to watch.

As luck would have it, when the Snow Bull flew backwards, it hit the saber of a mercenary behind it. The white knife stabbed into it from the back, and the red knife pierced through its abdomen, and it was stabbed to the core.

Of course, even without this knife, he would have died, because he was the first conductor of the five-fold collapse.

On the other hand, Helian Lingyun, with the help of Yun Ni's indestructible blade, finally solved all the bloody elites.

The Bloody Black Rose Squad that once hunted down the first soldier king was destroyed here.

The seventh soldier king also died.

The truth cannot be hidden. I think this news will soon spread abroad. By then, the Tulip Mercenary Corps will be leaderless and will inevitably be in a situation of internal strife and external troubles.

That was a first-class mercenary corps. Once it was leaderless, it would be a real treat.

If Teng could make a move, Zhao Yulin would even want to get involved. Even if the Blood Elite Squad was lost, it would not be able to hurt the mercenary corps with thousands of mercenaries.

Unfortunately, he was already exhausted. Yanjing City was like a living cage, and Sun Leling was the difficult lock.

"What's your trick? Overwhelming?"

Helian Lingyun's physical strength was over-consumed, his face was pale, and he half-knelt on the ground with a red knife. He might faint in the next second, or even die.

But weakness could not completely cover up his surprise.

This gang of mercenaries is not a mob. It is not easy to deal with eighty or ninety of them in just a few seconds.

And he also killed the seventh-ranked Snow Bull.

"If you used this trick when you fought me before, I would have died long ago."

Such a fierce and terrifying force is enough to crush everything and restrain all the skills below a certain realm.

Strength can defeat skill.

Zhao Yulin's lips became dry and cracked, his eyes were dazed, and he suddenly fell to the ground and said, "It's not that simple. If it were you, you wouldn't be hit by this punch at all."

Helian Lingyun only then realized that Zhao Yulin's limbs were trembling slightly.

"What is this...?"

He had a guess in his mind.

Zhao Yulin lay on the ground and looked at the sky, saying weakly: "It's just as you think. Although this move is extremely fierce, it is not suitable for single combat."

Eightfold Collapse is one of the most powerful secrets of Old Man Feng, and it is also the most powerful move Zhao Yulin has now.

However, Eightfold Collapse is the core martial arts of Eightfold Prajna. Zhao Yulin has never practiced the matching mental method, which has led to very slow progress. Several brothers and sisters have practiced to the seventh level and are only waiting for the opportunity to understand the eighth level, while it took him fourteen years to master the fourth level.

He had been brewing for a long time and made a lot of preparations just now - those punches that seemed to be in vain on the armor, each punch buried the dark force, and finally forced the fifth level of collapse - dark surge.

This punch moved the meridians in his body, and now his arms and legs were like thousands of needles piercing him.

"Now seems to be the best opportunity for me to fulfill my promise."

Helian Lingyun rarely showed any expression, grinning, with a mouth full of yellow teeth that was dirty to the point of devilishness.

The promise, of course, was to promise the Butterfly Knife Female Leader to find Zhao Yulin for her.

Zhao Yulin swallowed hard and said disdainfully: "You think too much. I forced myself to use the fifth level of strength just because I wanted to save some energy for a quick battle. Who knows if there will be other tigers and leopards lurking behind after I get rid of these jackals."

"No effect?" Helian Lingyun asked, he thought the other party was bluffing.

"Of course there is an impact. I feel so painful that I want to stab myself." Zhao Yulin said calmly, "But people like us can tolerate pain the most. At most, my strength will be reduced by 20%. If you were in a normal state, I would definitely scare you, but you are in such a state now that I can kill you with two fingers."

...

Helian Lingyun was hit hard. The opponent who was once evenly matched with him now has the qualifications to easily crush him. The reason is not that the opponent has improved a lot, but that he has regressed too much.

This gap brought a heavy sense of frustration.

"Are you doubting that there is something wrong with your promise?" Zhao Yulin asked.

"If I had doubts, I would have doubted it a long time ago." Helian Lingyun denied.

"Then what are you thinking about?" Zhao Yulin asked again.

"I was thinking, if there's another group of people coming, I'll be dead."

"I can protect you."

"Do you really think you're invincible?"

"Not invincible, but there aren't many people who can beat me."

"Then how many people can you beat? A hundred? Or two hundred? Or how many times a day can you use your boxing skills that can kill dozens of people with one move?"

"Oh!" Zhao Yulin smiled: "Don't be so depressed, brother."

Helian Lingyun said solemnly: "I only believe in one sentence, life and death are determined by fate."

...

God decided to let them live this time, so Helian Lingyun's pessimistic prediction did not come true. In the end, until they left Shilipo, they did not encounter any other enemies.

The seventh soldier king died in the old city of the Chinese capital, and Zhao Yulin did not deal with it. In their line of work, they always kill but do not bury.

The police will naturally find these hundreds of corpses after a while, and these mercenaries do not have legal identities in any country, so it is expected that the police will not investigate too deeply.

Back in the city, Zhao Yulin booked an hourly room for Helian Lingyun at the Tomans Hotel and bought a few sets of cheap clothes for him to change. For the always-thrifty Sixth Soldier King, this was a real big loss.

In the hotel room, Helian Lingyun took a hot bath in the bathroom for a full two hours. When he came out, Zhao Yulin looked through the door and clearly saw the dark dirty water flowing on the ground.

"Take a break, smoke a cigarette and then wash."

Helian Lingyun lit a cigarette contentedly, smoked it leisurely, turned around and went back into the bathroom. He was in the bathroom for more than 30 minutes, and when he came out, there was no dirty water on the ground.

Two and a half years of old dirt had a lot of power.

But after washing, Helian Lingyun looked much more energetic. At least he could see the outline of his face and distinguish his facial features, which were not as abstract as before.

This face was probably in his forties, very thin, with a numb look, as if he could see through the world.

He was not handsome, but he had a special charm of an old man. In addition, his career as a killer who walked on the edge of a knife for many years gave him an extremely gloomy and mysterious temperament, which should be able to deceive many young girls with little experience. Looking

sideways and vertically, up and down, Zhao Yulin always felt that this look was not satisfactory, so he paid another fifty yuan to ask Helian Lingyun to cut his hair.

Helian Lingyun, who cut off his messy hair, really changed his appearance. He was the strange man with whom Zhao Yulin had fought more than a hundred sword fights.

In fact, if Zhao Yulin had not vaguely sensed the familiar aura along the path while strolling on the street that night, he might not have recognized him at all. His appearance had changed too drastically after not seeing him for more than sixty days.

"He looks like a human being, but too weak."

Zhao Yulin said, looking at the swordsman who had almost been reborn.

The aura was too weak, and the corresponding body was too weak.

"What on earth have you experienced in the past two months?" He couldn't help but be curious.

In previous years, Helian Lingyun basically maintained the rhythm of looking for him three times a month, otherwise he would not have fought more than a hundred times in just a few years. This matter is not limited by location. Even if knives rained from the sky, Helian Lingyun would come.

However, although he was found this time, he looked completely different after two months. If he was simply told that he was so hungry, Zhao Yulin would not believe it.