Some people say that the military power of Luohefutu will definitely not be inferior to that of the Duanmu family leader, and some people say that the military power of Luohefutu has reached the horror of the previous generation of clan masters who learned the Nine Styles of Rashomon and was known as the genius of the Duanmu family.

Of course these are all rumors, because at least no living person has ever seen it, the great elder of the Duanmu family: Luohefutu has taken action.

For the Duanmu family, in addition to Duanmu Heiming's identity as a clan leader, the second person with extremely high identities is Luohe Futu.

You can imagine how awesome this blind old man is...

This blind old man couldn't help but have a white hair and a very intelligent head... He decided many major decisions in the Duanmu family.

His identity is the highest person in the Duanmu family except Duanmu Heiming.

Now the great elder of the Duanmu family: Luo Hefutu is actually sitting in this Audi car.

And he also followed the fourth elder: Blood Monk.

Did they also go to the west of the city?

"Boss, the clan leader wouldn't really think that besides the genius of the Duanmu family from the previous generation, there is another person in the world who can do Rashomon: Nine Styles?" The blood monk in front of him narrowed his eyes and looked at the Luohe Pagoda.

Luohefutu's blind eyes, which looked like cataracts, turned slightly, and his face, which was covered with vicissitudes, moved slightly.

"According to my judgment, it is unlikely, but there are all kinds of strange things in this world. The clan leader actually sent me, the old guy, out this time. I believe there should be some rare situation..." The thick and powerful words murmured from his mouth.

The blood monk suddenly laughed in a deep voice.

"Interesting, if an outsider learns the supreme martial arts of the Duanmu family, then the Duanmu family will be very embarrassing..." The blood monk said, smiling.

The row of white teeth that appeared from the mouth seemed cold and cautious.

In the dark night, the two Mercedes-Benz cars were driving forward like sharp arrows.

Just when the great elder Luo Hefutu, among the four elders of the Duanmu family, and the four elders, blood monks, came to the Xicheng District, where were Li Tian and his brothers fighting?

There were dozens of overthrown gangsters lying on the field, some screaming shrillly on the ground.

Some of them died tragically in a pool of blood.

Looking at Li Tian again, he was covered in blood, gasping for breath. Even the face covered with blood... the scarlet blood was unknown whether it was his or those who were killed by him, and he could no longer be separated.

His hands were still holding a blood-stained machete, arching his body, standing there like a fighting wolf.

Although Li Tian, ​​whose body had almost reached its limit, and the pain in his body made him dying, he was standing hard and persevering.

Because if he didn't persist, Situ Ningbing, who was behind him, would really die today.

On the other side, a loud bang came.

Tang Xiaolong's mighty body fell to the ground.

There is no way. Faced with the offensive of more than a dozen gangsters, even Tang Xiaolong, even the soldier king of the special forces, could hardly stop the offensive of so many people.

Isn't this? Tang Xiaolong is now kicked on the shoulder by a gangster and fell to the ground, breathing heavily in his mouth.

There are knife wounds on the arms and shoulders.

He seemed to have no strength.

Where is Chen Qiaozhi?

He had already been knocked to the ground, and now he had a pale face, and a senseless despair appeared in his face.

Because they know that today may be really doomed?

No matter how powerful they are, they will never be able to kill all the underworld figures in Jinghai City in front of them...

A Qiu on the other side was exhausted and was finally persevering.

After hitting a gangster with one punch, the other two gangsters who rushed from behind cut their blood-stained machetes to Ah Qiu's head fatally.

Seeing that Ah Qiu was about to be attacked by the gangsters behind him, at this critical moment, Li Tian rushed over.

"A Qiu, be careful."

With a loud roar, Ah Qiu turned around suddenly, and then he saw two machetes chopping at his head fatally.

Li Tian, ​​who rushed over quickly, directly hit the two gangsters with his body. The moment he hit them, the two guys' blades slightly tilted, and fell into the air by a centimeter from A Qiu's head, and then was knocked to the ground by Li Tian.

A Qiu's heart fell to the bottom.

Li Tian in front of him looked at his brothers. Seeing their blood all over and his powerless fight, he suddenly felt an unprecedented heartache.

He coldly raised his bloody eyes and looked at everyone present, every gangster...

He must remember, remember all these people, these people have grudges against him and have great hatred against him. If one day he is still alive, then he will definitely kill all these people without leaving any living habits. So he must remember their faces now...

Even if you are a ghost, Li Tian will not let these bastards go.

Fatty Liu, who was far away from the side, and the group of people who were crazy bulls, were completely stunned at the moment when they looked at the 60-70 gangsters who fell down and so many injured brothers.

"We have to kill them... we have to kill them... we have to do anything." Fatty Liu suddenly said viciously.

While speaking, he looked at the mad cow in front of him with evil eyes.

The Crazy Bull was supported by his younger brothers at this time, and he was no longer as arrogant as he had ever fought with others alone.

Especially when he saw the terrifying sword of Li Tian’s Rashomon who was just as crazy as before, he was completely scared.

㊣(5) At this moment, there was also a terrifying and endless anger in my eyes.

"Kill him! Kill them...at all your expenses."

"Okay!" Fatty Liu suddenly had a hideous smile on the corner of his mouth.

Then he turned around and looked at Sang Biao beside him.

There was a narrow scar under the corner of the barbarian Sang Biao's eyes, which was terrifying and ferocious. At this moment, after seeing Fatty Liu give him a look at him, a sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Then he took out a gun from his arms.

A Black Star Tpe54pistol pistol.

It was the fat man Liu who spent a lot of money to get it.

After taking it out of his arms, he aimed at Li Tian on the field.

Of course, Li Tian would not notice the cold gun, and he was still facing the gangsters rushing over at this moment...

Sang Biao held the black star tpe54pistol tightly in his right hand, and then placed his right finger on the cold trigger.
Chapter completed!