Seeing that the group didn't even dare to make a sound, the smile on the fat man's face became more and more intense.

He walked slowly towards here, his eyes falling on Miss Jingshu's small waist, which became more and more obscene.

"I said, little beauty, or, spend a good night with my son tonight, how about ......"

However, before the fat man's words were finished, he heard a snort, and the silver frost sword in the girl's hand was unsheathed.

The fierce cold air instantly cut through the fat man's skin.

The blood turned into a thin line and flowed down, the fat man's teeth grinned in pain, and between his eyebrows, anger faintly appeared.

"It's so spicy, it seems that this son has to be strong!"

The fat man grinned, stretched out his arms, like a hungry tiger pounced, and grabbed Miss Jingshu.

Seeing this, Han Li no longer cared about the strength of the middle-aged burly man, and suddenly rushed out and blocked in front of the fat man.

"Are you looking for death?dare to block my way?" The fat man's body was blocked, and he suddenly became even more angry, and the fat on his body began to tremble.

"Your Excellency has gone a little too far!" Although Han Li said that he was afraid of the person behind the fat man, he was not like Dongzi, who left the young lady in danger when he encountered danger.

"Hehe, it's too much! In this eastern city, Childe and I are too much, what can you do?" the fat man laughed fiercely, and then his fists suddenly slammed towards Han Li's front door.

Han Li didn't expect that this person didn't play cards according to the routine at all, and he responded in a hurry at the moment, only to hear a loud sound, and the fat man's punch shook Han Li out of more than a dozen steps.

Behind the fat man, the middle-aged man who seemed to be asleep showed no signs of making a move.

Han Li snorted coldly, and after stabilizing his body, his whole body suddenly bloomed, causing the wind around him to howl and the robe to be blown by the sound of hunting.

"It's just an eight-star martial king, don't say that it's nothing in this Donglin City, even in the hands of this son, you will also be defeated!" The fat man's obscene eyes suddenly became fierce.

I only heard him snort coldly, the big waves were monstrous, and then there was the sound of the tide rolling, he turned his fist into a palm, and the continuous attacks made Han Li fall into an embattled situation.

Don't look at this fat man's age, but his cultivation is enough to defeat Han Li, who is the head of the dart.

Bang!

After Han Li persisted for half a pillar of incense, he finally couldn't resist the fat man's fierce attack, was caught loophole, and then was knocked away dozens of feet away with a palm.

After removing the stumbling block, the fat man showed a lewd smile on his face again, and said, "Hehe, little beauty, I see who else will protect you now!"

The dozen or so dart masters of the Longmen Dart Bureau knew that their strength was not strong, and even Han Darthead was defeated by this person, and they went up was tantamount to sending them to death.

But even so, more than a dozen dart masters still stepped forward and tried to stop the fat man.

"Master, my patience is limited, don't challenge the bottom line of the master again and again!" Looking at the group of people who appeared, the fat man's face finally turned cold, and he pulled out the blood-colored long knife on his waist.

It seems that he is going to kill someone!

Dongzi, who had a small beard on his chin, still hid far away, for fear of being harmed by the pond fish, and unlike him, the dozen or so dart masters, even if they were oppressed by great momentum, still did not change their faces, blocking in front of Miss Jingshu.

This scene made Jiang Mo nod slightly, this is a bloody man!

"If you are stubborn, I will send you back to the West today!" The fat man's patience seemed to be exhausted, and the blood-colored long knife in his hand was raised high, and the moment it fell, the bluestone slab on the street instantly turned into a pile of powder, and a frequent ravine appeared on the street, attracting everyone to stop and watch.

"That person belongs to the Blood Knife Alliance!"

"And, looking at his low position, it's not low. I didn't expect that there were still people in Donglin City who dared to provoke the people of the Blood Sword Alliance!"

"It is estimated that those people may have come from other places, and they don't know how strong the Blood Knife Alliance is in Donglin City!"

Passers-by talked one after another, and their eyes were full of sympathy when they looked at Jiang Mo and the others.

It's no wonder that these people think so, because, over the years, there have always been those dragons who have crossed the river to come to Donglin City, without exception, as long as those Jianglong have reached the boundary of Donglin City, they have been cleaned up by the Blood Knife Alliance.

This may be the strong dragon does not suppress the head snake.

"There is the momentum of the Martial Emperor, tsk, it's not simple. Jiang Mo tugged at the corners of his mouth, looking at the blood-colored knife that ran down, his body swept away, and he swept towards the fat man.

If he doesn't make a move, I'm afraid that the fat man will go down with a knife, and at least five or six people, or at most all the dart masters will be buried under this knife.

I don't know if the middle-aged man who seems to be asleep is too confident in the fat man, or if he is already asleep at all, in short, when Jiang Mo swept out, he didn't see that person make any moves.

Bite!

A crisp sound of metal bombardment came out, and immediately after, everyone was shocked to find that the knife, which was sharp enough to split the mountains, was lightly clamped by the emaciated young man in black with his fingers.

Seeing this scene, the fat man's pupils shrank suddenly, and an unbelievable look appeared on his face.

Even the burly middle-aged man who seemed to be asleep seemed to open his eyes at this time, looking at the thin young man who was breezy and bleak, and a strange color flashed in the middle-aged man's eyes.

"Boy, get out of here, there's nothing wrong with you, don't ask for trouble!" the fat man said viciously, his fat arm shook and tried to pull out the blood-colored long knife, but no matter how hard he tried, it had no effect.

Jiang Mo pursed the corners of his mouth, and then flicked his fingers, and the fat man flew out with a knife.

It's just a one-star martial emperor, where can he withstand Jiang Mo's one and a half moves.

"Let's call the person behind you to make a move! You're not qualified enough!" Jiang Mo said lightly, looking at his serious tone, the fat man was so angry that he spurted out a mouthful of blood.

He said with a hideous expression, "Today, if your kid can get out of Donglin City smoothly, Lao Tzu's surname will be written backwards!"

At this time, the burly middle-aged man, who had always looked flat, finally opened his eyes at this time, he walked up to the fat man, patted the latter on the shoulder, and said, "Young master, you forgot, your father's surname is Wang, so you are also surnamed Wang." If the word king is written backwards, isn't it still a king?"

"Poof......" The fat man's second mouthful of blood finally couldn't help but squirt out.

The burly middle-aged man no longer paid attention to the fat man, walked to a place three feet away from Jiang Mo and stopped, and looked at the latter seriously.

"Just now, I saw your strength, but I haven't seen it through yet. So, I'm going to take it upon myself and test your strength. If you can get past me, and you want to leave the eastern city, no one can stop you. If you can't get past me, I'm afraid you people will all become corpses!"

The burly middle-aged man said these words in a very flat tone, giving people a feeling of undoubtedness.

(End of chapter)