Puchichichichi... the sound of blood splattering.

Click, click, click… the sound of flesh and bones being chopped off.

These two sounds mixed together, announcing the loss of another life - Qingdeng's cassock chop, leaving another broken corpse on the ground in this alley.

"The third one..."

In the blink of an eye, Qingdeng had killed two people in a row.

Qingdeng now feels that he has entered a... very strange state.

He was so focused that he felt a little scary.

His eyes, ears, nose... in short, all his senses can no longer pay attention to other things in the outside world.

He only sees the enemies around him.

In his ears, he could only hear the footsteps, roars and the sound of the dancing blades of the enemies.

My head is so clear...it feels like I have stuffed a lot of peppermint candies into my head.

The high degree of mental concentration greatly improved Qingdeng's reaction ability and thinking speed!

——So strong!

Feeling the change in his mental state, Qingden couldn't help but marvel in his heart.

He began to understand more and more why Chiba Eijiro was able to impress masters from all walks of life with his overwhelming strength at such a young age.

The strength of this "Gathering God"...is no worse than the talents of "Gu Gu" and "Ghost Heart"!

Sure enough, only in this kind of life-and-death battle, where one dares not be careless at all, can the power of "Gathering God" be fully unleashed.

Qingdeng is now extremely convinced that with "Ju Shen" in his body, his overall strength has reached a new breakthrough compared to the past!

At this moment, Qingdeng's various boosting effects are almost full.

The greater the number of enemies and the stronger the enemy's strength, the more they can ignite their fighting spirit and be "lonely" who can exert their own strength beyond normal.

It is far easier than ordinary people to concentrate and concentrate, and can maintain a state of "extremely high concentration" for a long time.

With the blessing of these abnormal talents, Qingdeng is now like an extremely efficient "killing machine", constantly swinging his knife to harvest the lives of every enemy around him.

Because the effect of "Gathering Gods" was far more powerful than he expected, Qingdeng, who was not timid because of the enemy's absolute numerical superiority, became even more bold and fearless!

The enemies were attacking from both directions, so in order to avoid being attacked from both sides, Qingden leaned against the wall on the east side of the alley to ensure that he could only face the enemy from one side.

This alley is neither wide nor narrow, and the widest point is only enough for three adults to pass side by side. This small and spacious terrain is very beneficial to Qingdeng, and it is difficult for the enemy to take advantage of their numerical advantage.

After Qingdeng faced the enemy with his back against the wall, the narrow alleyway could only accommodate up to three people to attack Qingdeng at the same time.

call!

The enemy standing on the right side of Qingdeng raised his sword and struck at it, the blade making a sound in the wind.

Qingdeng lowered his stance and raised Ding Guishen upwards with force, used the back of the knife to deflect the incoming knife, then lowered his waist, gathered strength, and finally struck hard from top to bottom.

This period of "defense and counterattack" was completed in one go. The blade of the blade was embedded in the side of the man's neck, and the feeling of cutting flesh and bones was continuously transmitted along the blade and handle into Qingdeng's hands.

Poof... a handful of blood spurted out from the severed artery in the man's neck, pouring all over Qingdeng's body.

"The fourth one..."

Buzz... Qingden heard the sound of a knife being swung in the blind spot of his vision.

"Gathering God" and "Perceiver of Wind" have a linkage effect!

Qingdeng's hearing became sharper due to his high concentration of attention.

Hearing Qingdeng's argument, he stood half a step sideways to avoid the knife. The blow came from the blind spot of his vision and only hit the air beside Qingdeng.

Qingdeng did not swing his sword to fight back against the man who sneaked up on him.

This guy was standing on the left side of Qingdeng... His position made Qingdeng think of a better and faster countermeasure.

Qingdeng freed his left hand, pressed the sheath of Ding Guishen's sword with his left hand, and pressed the sheath downwards.

As the mouth of the sheath was lowered, under the influence of leverage, the bottom of the sheath was raised high, hitting the crotch of the enemy who had just sneak-attacked Qingdeng.

This man felt as if his lower body had been hit by an express carriage.

His eyes bulged, his head jerked forward, and the blood on his face quickly faded at an alarming speed.

Hearing a "clang" sound, he could no longer hold the knife firmly with both hands. The knife fell to the ground, and his freed hands stretched down to the part where it was hit.

Foam was already flowing out of the corner of his mouth, and he kept moaning "ho ho ho" without any specific meaning, his throat gurgled, and he was gagging.

In order to relieve his pain as much as possible, he knelt down unconsciously and tried to lie forward on the ground to make himself feel better.

"The fifth one..."

The senses that had become unprecedentedly sharp due to the "gathering of the gods" sensed danger again.

Qingneng was convinced that danger was coming. He quickly took half a step back and used his back to find the wall of the alley. A sharp blade pierced past his lower abdomen and cut through the kimono fabric on Qingneng's abdomen. Qingneng

My stomach felt the coldness of the blade.

Qingden's eyes narrowed, and his counterattack followed closely after dodging——

clang!

Qingdeng used a vertical chop to knock down the knife, which was almost touching his lower abdomen.

This enemy whose sword was shot down by Qingden still has a strong will to fight.

Even though he had no weapon, he still screamed and lunged forward desperately, hugging Qingdeng's waist.

Qingdeng let him hug him, his waist sank, he inserted his arms into the opponent's armpits, and threw him out with all his strength.

This guy is very thin and weighs very little, which is the fundamental reason why Qingden dared to let him hug him.

The skinny man was thrown two meters away, and the back of his head hit the ground. He lay straight on the ground and couldn't get up for a long time.

"The 6th..."

Qingteng, who believed in the principle of "killing the enemy if he is the enemy", neither felt ashamed nor felt cruel about the fact that "he was constantly taking the lives of others."

As long as they are enemies, no matter how many people there are or how old they are, they can all be killed!

Qingdeng raised the knife in his hand and killed him with one knife. At this time, his whole body was covered in blood.

His knife, his face, and the clothes on his body were all stained with flowers of blood.

The blood dripping from the enemy's corpse mixed with the soil on the ground, turning the ground under Qingden's feet into a strange purple-black color.

The two "Zhuhe Faction" who did not attack Qingdeng and were still standing there hesitantly looked at Qingdeng with horrified expressions as he was killing Qingdeng like the incarnation of the God of Death.

The two of them glanced at the corpses on the ground and the surviving friends, then gritted their teeth as if they had made up their minds, exchanged something with each other in a low voice, and then ran out of the alley...

…

The vacancies created after Qingden defeated the enemies were quickly filled by new enemies.

A new attack is coming.

This time, three knives were struck from three directions at the same time, striking Qingdeng in three different directions.

An older middle-aged man on the left raised his sword high and used his upper right hand to slash with his cassock.

The young man in the middle thrust his sword forward and stabbed Qingdeng in the chest.

The short man on the right picked the lower part and pointed the blade towards Qingdeng's lower body.

Qingdeng quickly swept his eyes and clearly saw the sword path of these three attacks, and then in the next moment, he thought of a strategy to defeat the enemy.

This feeling of thinking becoming unprecedentedly agile under a high degree of mental concentration is really addictive.

Qingdeng took a step to the right, dodging the stabbing blow of the young man in the middle, and at the same time swung his sword to block the cassock slash of the middle-aged man on the left.

Immediately afterwards, his body and hands tilted to the right and crashed into the arms of the dwarf on the right, causing the dwarf's upper body to miss.

Someone groaned:

"Uh! Uh!"

It turned out that when Qingdeng ran into the short man's arms, he freed his left hand to pull out the wakizashi that was still hanging on his left waist, pushed the wakizashi into the short man's belly, and stirred it hard a few times.

The dwarf staggered forward and fell forward after vomiting a large amount of blood.

The light of the sword flashed - after stabbing the dwarf, Qingdeng directly left the wakizashi in his body, used his left foot as an axis to spin his body and the Dingkishin in his hand, and the retracted Dingkishin blade made a "buzz" sound and swung towards the one in the middle.

Young man's cheeks.

The young man whose brains were chopped out didn't even have time to scream and collapsed to the ground. His body happened to be stacked with the dwarf who had just fallen to the ground.

Qingdeng's offensive didn't stop. In the blink of an eye, he pounced on the middle-aged man on his left. The middle-aged man hurriedly raised his knife to defend. As soon as the middle-aged man raised the knife, only half of the flesh on his waist was still connected. He was vomiting.

After spitting out a few mouthfuls of blood, his head and hands hung down feebly. His feet supported his body, which was rapidly losing its vitality. He walked crookedly forward for two steps before slowly falling to the ground.

"The 7th, the 8th, the 9th..."

Qingdeng, whose body was covered in blood, opened his mouth slightly, exhaled a breath of turbid air, and then quietly rested the Ding Guishen in front of him.

His sharp wolf-like eyes swept across the faces of each remaining enemy along the blade.
To be continued...