Regarding Sister Xiaoyu's warning, Ma Liu was unwilling to speculate too much about the woman's inner world, nor did he dare to underestimate this matter. However, with the intention of being a soldier to block the water and flood the soil, Ma Liu could only take one step at a time.

The barefoot ones are not afraid of wearing shoes. At this critical moment, Ma Liu knew very well that only by showing fearless determination can he face pressure from all parties calmly and seek a glimmer of hope from desperate situations.

The bar did not close until one o'clock in the evening, and its turnover finally stopped at 1.85 million, which was a number that Ma Liu could barely accept. However, it was impossible to say how happy he was. In the past, the turnover was between 2.3 million and 2.5 million, which was equivalent to a decrease in income of 700,000, which meant that Niu Dabiao opened his business, causing Ma Liuyi to lose nearly 400,000 yuan in net profit on the night.

Four hundred thousand is really not a small amount, Ma Liu is a little painful.

He insisted until the bar closed, and Ma Liu left the bar. This time Xiaohu did not follow him anymore and drove the car. Ma Liu was holding his anger in his heart and carefully paid attention to the movements. Soon, he noticed someone following him. It was an ordinary Santana. He followed him since Ma Liu left the bar. The two cars kept a distance of about fifty meters. This level of tracking was not technical, and it was almost blatant.

Ma Liu smiled coldly, opened the small box on one side, and took out a Type 54 pistol from it. This gun was sent to Ma Liu a few days ago. It was bought from the black market with money. It was similar to a simulated gun. There were not many bullets, only ten rounds. The body of the gun looked a little old and the rifle was almost flat. However, Chen Qiu said, "Don't look at the old gun, it's quite lethal. It takes a life of a few dozen meters away, just like playing."

But Ma Liu had never played with a gun. Even if he had let go of blood and had a courage, he was still a little nervous when he held this kind of thing. He put away the gun and pulled out two machetes from under the cushion with one hand. They were particularly sharp. There were also two special steel pipes on one side. This knife could be held in one hand and chopped people. It could also be connected with the steel pipes, which was a bit similar to Guan Erye's Qinglong Yanyue Sword. It was definitely a weapon for rushing.

As soon as he opened the steering wheel, Maliu drove the car to the outskirts, and Santana behind him also turned rapidly. But Maliu snorted coldly and stepped on the accelerator. The Audi A6 suddenly accelerated like a medicine, and in a few breaths, he threw Santana behind him several hundred meters away.

After smoking a cigarette, Ma Liu's eyes became a little cold. He held the cigarette in his mouth and continued to speed up. Half an hour later, the car had already driven to the suburbs of Changning District and was slowly driving on an abandoned road.

Finally, I threw my tail off and received a text message. Ma Liuyi turned on the steering wheel and was about to go up the national highway on one side. He didn't want to look up. Fifty meters away from the front of the car, a figure was standing steadily at the intersection of the two roads, holding a three-foot-long knife in his hand, which felt like the most common kind of simple knife in ancient costume TV series.

Ma Liu swallowed and parked the car just twenty meters away from the figure. Although it was so far away, Ma Liu could clearly feel the strength of the other party. The dangerous feeling made his hair stand on his back. And he had this feeling only when he was intercepted by Master Mu last time. Of course, the level of danger this time was far greater than Duoduo last time, so Ma Liu stopped the car decisively, not that he didn't want to rush over. First, he felt that even if he rushed over, he might not be able to safely go to the national highway. This feeling was very wonderful. He firmly believed in his judgment. Second, it was obvious that this was Xiaoyu's suggestion that he was coming to assassinate his master. He could escape from the first day of the first day and the fifteenth day of the year. He could not bring the danger into Fenglinyuan. The best way was to lure this master into such a wilderness.

Carefully hiding the gun in his pocket, Ma Liu quickly connected both knives to the steel pipe, then jumped out of the car, and there was a clang sound, which was the sound of the steel knives mopping the floor.

The figure on the opposite side finally raised his head, revealing a messy but more than one foot long hair, with silver hair draped over the shoulders, majestic and full of murderous aura on his body. He was wearing a Tang suit without any peace and wrinkles on his face, which made people feel fear from the bottom of his heart at first sight. Judging from his age, he really couldn't understand. He had the energy of a man in his forty years, the background of a man in his fifty years, and the depth that only a man in his sixty years could have.

devil!

Ma Liu's word came out of his heart, and while swallowing his saliva, Ma Liu held two long knives in his left hand. For the first time in his life, he stood so straight like a benchmark, standing still, but his right hand quietly reached into his pocket.

Don't let the danger approach.

Seeing the silver-haired old man suddenly walked towards him calmly, Ma Liu suddenly drew his gun.

Pull the trigger decisively.

Bang!

The bullet missed, and the man paused and continued to move forward, his steps were still calm, as if the distance of each step had been accurately measured, completely one foot and seven inches, and the pace of moving forward was neither too fast nor too slow, and the frequency was consistent.

I'll fuck!

Ma Liu cursed and continued to carry his gun and shoot.

Bang!

It's off again!

I'll fuck!

Ma Liu was really a little depressed.

The long-haired man opposite continued to move forward step by step, without taking Maliu's gun in his eyes. Bu Fu was still calm, and a trace of contempt flashed across the corner of his mouth.

The third time he lifted the gun, he started aiming this time.

Bang!

This time he really aimed. Ma Liu felt that he really had the talent to practice guns. As soon as he pulled the trigger, he felt that this shot would definitely hit the target, but he didn't have the confidence to hurt the man by the gun.

Sure enough, the man's steps frivolously, and the steel knife in his hand suddenly rose, and there was only a clang sound!

Mars are everywhere!

The bullet was blocked by a steel knife, and I don’t know what material the steel knife was made of, but it was not damaged at all.

The man suddenly stopped, but at this moment he did not look at Ma Liu, but looked at Ma Liu's side and back. Ma Liu felt relieved and knew without looking back that it was Xiaohu coming.

Xiaohu strode to Maliu, took a long-handled machete, with a serious expression, staring at the long-haired man opposite him, Xiaohu's heart was pounding without hesitation.

This is the real master!

Even when facing Yan Chengchun, Xiaohu was not as nervous as he was now.

Yes, Sister Yan is a master, and her Tai Chi Kung Fu is at its peak, but Xiaohu still has a six-point chance of winning, but facing the long-haired old man in front of him, Xiaohu has no chance of winning. This has never happened since his debut. Although it was just a feeling, he knew that his feelings had never been wrong.

Ma Liu shot seven times in a row.

Bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang.

As the man's body swayed, he didn't even bother to lift a knife, so Ma Liu's seventh gun was completely lost.

Ma Liu's expression also became a little solemn, but his face was particularly ferocious. He took the gun back into his pocket, took a secret breath, raised the knife in his hand, and laughed at Xiaohu: "Xiaohu, today we brothers fight side by side!"

Xiaohu nodded, but suddenly rushed towards the old man ten steps away, slashing Huashan with one move. The long-handed machete in his hand raised, bringing out a roaring sword wind. A tragic smell suddenly burst out. Ma Liu followed closely behind and slashed at the old man's legs with one sword. The cooperation between the two brothers was tacit understanding.

Simple, domineering, and powerful!

These three words can only be used to describe how powerful Xiaohu's sword is. I guess Tu Qiang will be shocked when he is present. He is absolutely not sure that he can take over Xiaohu's sword. If Mr. Mu is present, he will be shocked. He will definitely sigh that Xiaohu is really a tiger general!

But the old man opposite was not at all surprised, and a smile appeared on his face. Then he suddenly waved the knife, and a sword wind that was even more powerful than Xiaohu's sword, whistling in. He misstepped slightly, avoided Ma Liu's sword, but he took a single sword and collided with Xiaohu's long sword.

The old man's feet seemed to have grown roots and remained motionless. Xiaohu's face turned red. Although he did not retreat, the powerful knife was actually cut in the air by the grid, and he could not cut it down even if he had a single minute.

How powerful is the little tiger?

A great man who can overturn a small van with both hands, now he can't cut down with all his strength?

Maliu shivered!

monster!

However, the two brothers have worked together since childhood, and their cooperation is perfect. At this moment, Ma Liu made a fuss in his heart. He didn't think too much and continued to slash at the man's legs. No matter what master you are, you don't believe that you have practiced a golden bell cover iron shirt. Let's cut off your legs.

The old man suddenly made a mistake, but waved his right hand and pushed Xiaohu's steel knife away. Then he grabbed it with his left hand, and actually pinched the machete that Ma Liu chopped into his hand.

So fierce!

With a shout, the old man roared violently, and Ma Liu was actually picked up by him. Ma Liu was caught off guard and was overturned to the ground with his sword. The old man snorted coldly and rushed towards Ma Liu. The steel knife in his right hand raised and slashed at Ma Liu's head.

Ma Liu was so scared that he was terrified and secretly scolded the old man as if he was not a human being. He was so fierce and scary. Although he held the dagger in his pocket in time, no matter how sharp the dagger was, it could not be compared with this steel knife.

Ma Liu was about to be injured under the old man's knife!

Suddenly, a sword wind slashed at the man's back. The sword wind was extremely cold, and a biting murderous aura suddenly hit the old man's heart.

The old man's body trembled slightly, and a sense of danger that had not been seen in decades surged into his heart. If he continued to swing the sword at this time, Ma Liu would naturally have to be in a different position, but he probably could not escape death. Xiaohu's sword was much more violent than before. He was also secretly surprised by Xiaohu's natural divine power. He did not care about hurting Ma Liu's life again, and stopped his figure in time and turned to block Xiaohu's steel knife.

Ma Liu saw that he could not miss the opportunity and did not come again. At the critical moment, he raised the dagger in his hand and stabbed it at the old man's naked foot.
Chapter completed!