Huang Hu was very angry, as a seventh-level martial arts person, it was easy for him to kill a few sixth-level martial arts people. But just for a person like Mo Zhitao, who was only close to the fifth level of martial arts, he was beaten by Mo Zhitao and vomited blood

Even if Mo Zhitao is dead now, he feels very embarrassed, and he continues to scream angrily, "Kill, you kill all the people of the Zhenhai Gang, and you can't leave any of them." ”

"Damn, let's run away, the boss told us to run away." Mackface screamed in fear. He wanted to run away just now, but these hateful enemies surrounded him, how could he escape?

Ma Yan wanted to let everyone escape together, and under this chaos, see if they could escape.

However, it was Ma Face and Fuko who rushed outside, and the others were fighting the enemy there. "Brothers, we fought with them, and after eighteen years, we will be a good man again." Lin Zhenqiang shouted at everyone.

"Yes, kill them." Tao Mingguang followed and called loudly.

Ma Face was about to escape, but he was surrounded by masked people, and he saw that he had no way to get out, so he had to curse bad luck. When Ma Mian saw that Wuhua just beat the masked man out and didn't make a ruthless move, he couldn't help but scold: "Monk Hua, did your mother get into the water in your head?" People want your life, why don't you kill them? ”

"Amitabha, the numb-faced benefactor, God has the virtue of a good life, I don't kill." Wuhua shook her head and said to Ma Face.

"Monk Hua, your sister, they are bad people, don't you just kill innocents? For the wicked, you must kill them. Ma Yan said angrily.

"No, even if they are wicked, they have life, and I should persuade him to put down the butcher's knife and become a Buddha." Wuhua shook her head stubbornly.

The numb face was helpless, damn it, if Wuhua did it early in the morning, he would definitely be able to kill a lot of enemies. Wuhua has a child's skill to protect himself, and when the enemy hits his body, he can take the opportunity to kill those enemies.

"Boss, it's useless for you to tell Monk Hua, his head just wants not to kill, even if there is an ant on the ground, he will go around and not step on the ant." The second son persuaded the hemp face. "We can't get out now, we can only fight the enemy desperately."

"Yes, there is no choice but to fight with them." Ma Face nodded, he took the stick and rushed towards the knife-wielding man over there, "Damn, I'll kill you." ”

When the man with the knife saw Ma Face rushing over, he immediately swung his knife and slashed at it. He wanted to use the knife to cut off the pock-faced stick, "Smack," when the knife slashed at the pock-faced stick, a wave of energy immediately appeared on the stick and the big knife bounced away.

"Hahaha, do you think what I have in my hand is just a normal stick? I protect the stick with my true qi, and you keep chopping. The pockmarked face teased the knife-wielding man.

"Boss, you are so stupid, how can you tell the secret to the enemy?" The second son said anxiously.

"Second son, you're so fucking stupid, why didn't you tell me earlier?" Ma Yan scolded.

Mo Zhitao, who fell over there, moved with difficulty, and he felt that his whole body was in pain and was about to finish. Suddenly, Mo Zhitao's eyes lit up, and he saw a faucet over there, and he slowly crawled towards the faucet.

"Mo Zhitao, you're not dead yet?" Huang Hu saw that Mo Zhitao could still move, and he couldn't help but cry out in surprise

Mo Zhitao climbed to the faucet, he unscrewed the faucet vigorously, and the water flowed downward. Mo Zhitao stretched his head over, and the water hit his head, and suddenly a feeling of coolness surged in his heart.

Water, I want water, I want to stimulate the body's Vajra snake ability. Mo Zhitao thought secretly in his heart.

Sure enough, it didn't take long for Mo Zhitao to feel that his skin was a little red. Okay, there's energy again. Mo Zhitao was secretly excited, and his body was burning.

He hurriedly pulled all the silver needles out of his bosom and quickly stabbed them on his body. When Mo Zhitao's last needle was pierced in the pain hole, he couldn't help but scream, "Ah" The pain that got into the bone made it impossible for his mouth to close.

"Brother?" Miao Miao screamed in pain. She didn't know why, she heard Mo Zhitao's scream, and she felt so painful in her heart.

"Smack," the man opposite took advantage of Miao Miao's distraction, he slapped Miao Miao's stomach, Miao Miao was knocked out, and blood secreted from his small mouth.

"Miao Miao," Mo Zhitao saw Miao Miao's miserable appearance, he was angry, slapped his palm to the ground, and the whole person flew towards the ground. "Yellow Tiger, let's come again." Mo Zhitao roared, and the true qi in his body surged out.

Mo Zhitao, who was in the air, turned his hands inside, his body swirled towards the center of the circle, and then a dragon shadow more than five meters long appeared around his body. The dragon shadow opened its teeth and claws, and roared towards the yellow tiger.

"Hahaha, Mo Zhitao, I can't beat you to death just now, let's kill you this time" Huang Hu secretly screamed in his heart that it was a pity, he was originally thinking of getting Mo Zhitao's way to stimulate his physical potential.

Mo Zhitao has stimulated his body a few times, but he can continue to fight, this method is very good. Even if it is placed in the rivers and lakes, it must be a good thing that everyone grabbs.

Huang Hu made up his mind, this Mo Zhitao is a bit weird, if he can kill Mo Zhitao, forget it. If Mo Zhitao didn't die, he would abolish Mo Zhitao's martial arts, and then slowly judge Mo Zhitao's method of stimulating his body

Huang Hu thought as he cast the Flame Palm, the Flame Palm of the seventh-level martial arts was not something that Mo Zhitao could compete with. Even if Mo Zhitao stimulates his body's potential, it is useless.

When Huang Hu used the flame palm, his clothes all bulged, and the powerful fiery red palm blade galloped towards Mo Zhitao like a thousand horses. Soon, the flames burned the dragon shadow and continued to rush towards Mo Zhitao.

Mo Zhitao gritted his teeth, he didn't dodge, but continued to rush towards the Yellow Tiger. "Huang Hu, if you have the ability, kill me." Mo Zhitao screamed sharply.

Huang Hu looked at Mo Zhitao, who was poor in donkey skills, and he smiled contemptuously, whether Mo Zhitao could block his blow was still unknown

"Boom" The majestic palm blade hit Mo Zhitao's body, Mo Zhitao screamed miserably, and the blood in his mouth spurted towards the yellow tiger.

When Huang Hu saw the dirty blood, he hurriedly hid behind.

It was too late, it was fast, Mo Zhitao's wrist suddenly moved, "Whoosh," a silver light shot towards the yellow tiger.

"Oh no, Death Needle, why haven't you already finished shooting?" Huang Hu saw a silver light like lightning shooting towards him, and he hurriedly shot to the right.

However, he was careless just now, thinking that Mo Zhitao did not have a life-killing needle, and Mo Zhitao was slapped heavily by him again. He thinks that Mo Zhitao is not dead, and he can no longer do anything to him.

"Ah" Huang Hu felt a pain in his stomach, and the life-killing needle shot in.

Huang Hu hurriedly lit his acupuncture points, and then transported the true qi of his whole body. "Smack," a silver needle was forced out by the yellow tiger.

However, Huang Hu felt that his body was starting to tingle, and he secretly screamed that it was not good. Although he forced the poison needle out, he died three minutes after being hit by the poison needle just now, and his life may also be in danger.

Thinking of this, Huang Hu took out a detoxification pill from his arms and ate it. This is the antidote pill he bought with a lot of money, but the man said that he could cure all kinds of poisons, but he didn't know if he could cure Mo Zhitao's poison.

"Hahaha, Huang Hu, you're dead. I deliberately left one for you, and just now I shot at the enemy, how do you know if I shot a needle, or a needle? Mo Zhitao smiled excitedly, he turned around and rushed towards the masked man over there.

The life-killing needle can kill people with sixth-level martial arts, and as for the seventh-level, whether it can be killed depends on the creation of the Yellow Tiger. Mo Zhitao ignored Huang Hu, he was too seriously injured, he didn't have much time, he had to save the other brothers.

Just now, Mo Zhitao deliberately left a target for Fu Huanghu, he has been waiting for the best opportunity to make a move, otherwise, everyone will have to die here. Now that he has shot the Yellow Tiger, he is relieved and estimates that the situation will soon be reversed.

"I'm poisoned, come and help me, and then we'll retreat." Huang Hu felt his body getting numb and numb, and he screamed in fear.

If he can't save his life, even if they destroy the Zhenhai Gang, what good will it be? His top priority now is to get rid of the poison in his body.

Huang Hu wanted to get out of here quickly, he had to heal his injuries, and at the same time, he had to spend a lot of money to invite someone to come and save him. Huang Hu also knew that as long as he could survive these three minutes, he might still be saved.

Therefore, he thought that he would be able to heal his injuries now, but he was afraid that Mo Zhitao would take the opportunity to take his life, so he desperately called his subordinates to come over.

Mo Zhitao rushed into the crowd, and he desperately killed the masked men. Some fourth- and fifth-level martial arts enemies couldn't resist Mo Zhitao's attack at all, and they fell in a pool of blood one after another.

And Mo Zhitao didn't parry at all, he let those enemies attack him, he killed an enemy with one move, his eyes were red, he was able to kill, his body was full of blood, and he didn't know if it was his or someone else's.

Lin Zhenqiang felt that they were going to despair, and they also suffered a lot of injuries on their bodies. If it weren't for the fact that there was still a belief in their hearts, they would have fallen early in the morning.

Now Mo Zhitao rushed over, but he relieved their trap, and as Mo Zhitao continued to kill, the enemies next to him dispersed. They feel that Mo Zhitao is not a human, but a devil.

But how did they attack Mo Zhitao, but Mo Zhitao just didn't block, he killed them desperately, they felt that Mo Zhitao was a robot, not a human.

"Let's go, the helper has called us." The LTTE men screamed in fear.

Especially the two sixth-level masters, they had already flown to Huang Hu's side, and they lifted Huang Hu one by one.

"Quick, take me away, I'll start healing now, you must not alarm me." Huang Hu said as he closed his eyes and exercised. A person like him who is at the seventh level of martial arts can practice at any time, and he wants to reduce the poison in his body and pray that he will not die.

"Yes, helper." The two sixth-level masters hurriedly carried the yellow tiger and flew towards the dark place. At the same time, they shouted at the other Tigers: "Withdraw, let's get out of here." ”

The Tigers immediately turned around and flew back, but in a few moments, they had fled

"Damn, I'm exhausted, I'm going to the hospital." Macheek sat on the ground screaming. Just now he was fighting with the knife master, and he was injured by a sneak attack by the birdman behind him, and then he was slashed in the arm, and he is still bleeding

"Smack" Mo Zhitao saw the enemy retreating, and he breathed a sigh of relief. At this time, as soon as he relaxed, he fell backwards.