"Yong Yat-tou, what do you mean?"

With the torches in the courtyard, Qian Tong narrowed his eyes and his eyes were covered with a hint of coldness. As he spoke, more than 30 gang members gathered around and surrounded Shang Zirong and his party.

Shang Zirong was wearing a pink tight-fitting outfit and holding a show sword in her hand, shouting coldly: "Uncle Qian, why ask me knowingly? The Mozhu Gang was made by my father. As his brother, you don't want to assist me, but you are planning to seize the business. Are you not afraid of being punished by God?"

While speaking, I looked around and found that the enemy had more people than me, but I was still full of confidence.

Qian Tong laughed: "Girl Rong, the position of the gang leader, can be the one who can do it. I also participated in the Mozhu Gang back then. Your father was not good at managing well. If I hadn't supported me over the years, the Mozhu Gang would have been gone long ago!"

Shang Zirong's face turned red: "Uncle Master, take a step back. Everyone is brother, why bother killing each other? Rong'er can promise you to increase your dividends in the gang."

"dream!"

After being scolded repeatedly, Shang Zirong was not angry, but instead said with a smile: "Uncle Master relies on his large number of people to think he is sure to win? It's a pity that you were wrong."

Amid an angry shout, many of the more than 30 strong men who had been obeying Qian Tong's orders instead used weapons to swing their companions beside them.

Suddenly, the situation in the field took a sharp turn and Shang Zirong gained the absolute advantage.

"Dare you betray me?"

Qian Tong's face was gloomy.

"Old Qian, brother, I have no choice. A few years ago, my mother's illness was all due to the treatment of the Shangxian Gang. I have to repay this kindness and love, right?"

A bald man said helplessly that he was the small leader of the Mozhu Gang, with seven or eight brothers under him, all following him to rebel.

Shang Zirong said proudly: "Uncle Master, you have decided to lose today, so you should do your best to assist me."

"Girl Rong, you can tolerate it, but do you think I will surrender?"

A strange smile suddenly appeared on Qian Tong's face.

Just as he heard the sound of wind breaking behind him, Shang Zirong had not yet reacted, Mr. Luo, among the three elders, fought with Mr. Ye, while Mr. Zhang, another old man, was stained with blood in his chest and sat on the ground in pain.

At the same time, Mr. Luo's brothers also turned against each other and fought fiercely at Shang Zirong's men.

Ye Laochen shouted: "Why, who is surnamed Luo, why, do you do this rebellious thing and deserve the leader of Shangxian Gang?"

Mr. Luo said disdainfully: "People die for money, birds die for food, everyone is making a living. Don't say that loyalty is so high-profile. Whoever can afford money will work for whom."

Amid the laughter, Qian Tong raised his hands high, and dozens of strong men shouted in unison.

They held iron sticks, machetes, etc., their clothes were open, and the dragon and tiger tattoos on their chests were approaching step by step, with a fierce expression, which made the air on summer night solidify and become solemn.

Some of the individuals on Shang Zirong's side were already scared and their legs trembled. The three elders were injured and rebelled, and the total number was smaller than that of the other party. No matter how you look at it, you will definitely lose.

Seeing that something was wrong, Shang Zirong had to fight hard and gritted her teeth and shouted: "Brothers, fight with them!" As soon as she finished speaking, she swung her sword first and cut out, cutting through the night.

"Chop the fuck!"

"Kill!"

Both sides roared at the same time, waved sticks and swords, and fought together in an instant. The whole courtyard made a continuous collision sound, mixed with screams of pain and curses, and red rose from time to time.

A faint smell of blood spread to the night.

Qian Tong took the lead, and is worthy of being second only to his former gang leader. He held the sword in one hand and used his footsteps like a ferocious beast. There was almost no one who could join him when he slashed.

Shang Zirong also took more than ten tricks and felt her hands numb, and her tiger's mouth seemed to be about to break.

Old Ye in the rear was entangled by Old Luo and Qian Tong's disciples.

All three of them were at the second level of Vajra. The difference was that Qian Tong's disciples tempered their legs, and they dodged first-class speed. They cooperated with Lao Luo and immediately hit Lao Ye in danger.

Mr. Zhang was seriously injured and was entangled by several minions, so he could only barely protect himself.

clang!

Another head-on battle, Shang Zirong's swordsmanship was too shallow after all, so she took a few steps and shouted anxiously: "Senior Brother, where are you? Why don't you come here to help?"

She underestimated Qian Tong. The other party had practiced martial arts for decades and had been through a long battle formation, and her strength was far better than her.

What's worse is that although Qian Tong's manpower has been reduced, he still has the advantage. Now several people are waiting for an opportunity to pounce over. If there is no strong support today, he will be invincible!

Zhuo Mufeng did not stay away from the yard, but hid in a big tree outside the yard, away from the fight scene, silently observing Qian Tong. After hearing Shang Zirong's call for help, he did not make any moves.

These days, he practiced hard day by day and completely restored the original owner's strength. However, after a secret comparison, he still couldn't beat Qian Tong. If he takes action now, what if he hurts him, wouldn't he lose a lot?

Just wait a little longer, the effect of the medicine will be about to occur.

"Hahaha, your senior brother has already escaped and will not come to save you."

Qian Tong laughed loudly, his arms swelled, and he used the seven swords of Mozhu. The sword light became colder and scarier under the fire light, and he was unforgivable.

In a moment, Qian Tong's mind was dizzy for a moment and then quickly recovered, so fast that he thought it was an illusion. In addition, it was the moment of fighting and he didn't care.

This made Shang Zirong suffer. She even retreated, and her outfit was cut a few times, and she was almost crying.

Brother, won’t he really run away, right?

After all, the little girl had never really fought and had no control of the six gods, so she didn't realize that Qian Tong's strength was worse than once, and even her pace was slower.

Zhuo Mufeng counted silently again and again. When he counted to three hundred times, he felt almost done. Then he was so angry that he fell into his dantian and shouted: "Qian Tong, I am so disappointed with you. Today, you and I will be ruthless!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he flew out of the tree, landed on his left foot, and a rushing left arm, which had been accumulating strength for a long time, held the long sword tightly, used his strength to stab forward with a sword.

The silver sword light drew a long trace in the darkness.

Everyone was attracted by Zhuo Mufeng's shouting, and they immediately saw him falling from the sky like a magic weapon, his sword coming out like a rainbow, with the charm of a young swordsman.

"I'm the only one who won't be your ancestor!"

Qian Tong was furious.

He had already noticed something was wrong in his body and was about to retreat, but he had to face it. He was angry and attacked his heart. He felt dizzy and his movements were stiff for a moment.

It's this moment!

A sneer.

Zhuo Mufeng's long sword pierced Qian Tong's shoulder blade. He didn't dare to give the other party a chance to breathe. He raised his left leg and used all his strength. He kicked Qian Tong out like a ball.

"puff!"

A mouthful of blood was spurted out, and Qian Tong rolled on the ground, screaming loudly.

The fighting sounds slowly stopped.

Everyone was stunned.

How is it possible that Qian Tong, who has experienced many battles, is not the enemy of Senior Brother Zhuo’s sword? Isn’t Senior Brother Zhuo’s second level?

"Zhuo Mufeng, you, your strength is so powerful?"

Qian Tong, who had an ordinary face, sucked the air conditioner.

Zhuo Mufeng was not proud at all. He just looked at Qian Tong who was struggling to get up and said sadly: "Qian Tong, I respect you as an elder, so I have been reluctant to take action before, but why do you have to kill your junior sister? Is it so important that you don't even want to face?"

Qian Tong vomited blood in his mouth, and his whole body was so angry that he shivered.

He never thought that he must have been attacked by someone else. Today, the only one who has the motivation and ability to take action is Zhuo Mufeng, although he still can't guess the other party's methods.
Chapter completed!