The ordinary people in front of the corridor looked at this side from a distance, although no one dared to approach, but there was a commotion in the corridor.

The people who were talking about it were rudely pushed away, and the leader was a tall and strong man, with a cold face and only a few simple tattoos on his face, but he looked very powerful.

"Get out of here!" It was Ghost 601 who spoke.

Behind him were more than twenty men with cumbersome tattoos on their faces, all of them smiling.

They were running quickly down the porch, and someone dropped an exhausted pocket syringe in his hand, which was crushed by the man behind him.

"Prison Envoy, I'm here!" The ghost of No. 601 originally led people to hide around, secretly observing, and immediately responded when there was a disturbance.

After all, Zong Bai had just been frustrated, and if the Flying Bird Regiment took this opportunity to chase and kill all over the city, the people in hell would still be very dangerous.

After hearing the movement of the teahouse, Ghost No. 601 immediately led the people and rushed over. He kicked the broken wooden door and strode into the room, shivering as the cold wind hit.

The temperature in the room seems to have reached more than 10 degrees below zero.

At this moment, Zong Bai's hair was messy, panting like a cow, and it can be imagined that when he was fighting, he looked very crazy.

"Hurry 02 and help the prison envoy." After the 601 ghost finished speaking, he strode forward and punched the back of the martial emperor's heart.

"Get out!" The Emperor of Martial Arts was furious, and with a wave of his left hand on his back, the cold wind stirred, and the entire space was flooded with lines.

The fist of No. 601 ghost casserole hit the lines, and suddenly the skin and flesh were exploited, the tendons and veins were broken, the skin and muscles were like peeling an onion, separated layer by layer, and a few drops of blood spurted out of the blasted blood vessels exploded into a blood mist in the air, and the white bones exposed on the fist could be faintly seen.

The corners of the Martial Emperor's mouth hooked up a sneer, and when this punch hit him, he had no strength, but the five finger bones fell to the ground separately, making a terrifying crisp sound.

Later, more tattooers rushed over one after another, many of them followed the ghost of No. 601 out at night, and did not participate in the battle against Tang Yulan.

"Humph!" The Emperor of Martial Arts stomped his foot violently.

The ground trembled.

At the same time, in a private room on the second floor, the roof of the house shook and cracked, and the ugly lime wall was exposed.

"It's an earthquake!"

The only two tea guests left in the box also staggered out.

At that time, when the teahouse was designed and constructed, the middle floor was reinforced with steel plates, which could resist a seven-magnitude earthquake, and was very firm, but under the feet of the emperor of martial arts, the cracks spread out horizontally and horizontally for nearly ten meters.

The tattooers were like being in the churning waves, staggering and unable to stand.

Ren Wujian was so frightened that he squatted in the corner, his hands covering his head, and the ice cubes that burst out hit his trouser legs and arms, cold and painful, he tensed his body, and secretly prayed that the battle would end soon.

It seems like a simple fight, but it's worse than a shootout.

"Alas......" The Emperor of Martial Arts let out a long sigh, and after dodging Lu Ba's hot punch, he said in a low voice: "Weak! ”

Although it is only a simple word, it can clearly express his arrogance, as well as his disdain for the enemy and the loss of war.

With that, he took a light step forward.

Zong Bai's eyes flickered, and he suddenly found that the Emperor of Martial Arts had been able to appear in front of him, and when he wanted to make a move, the other party had already grabbed his weakly lowered right arm.

"Useless ......" The Martial Emperor pinched the elbow of his right arm, and the palm of his hand was filled with cold air, directly freezing the entire arm.

Zong Bai couldn't exert any strength in pain, and couldn't help but scream in pain.

"It's better to ...... Abandon ......" After the Emperor of Martial Arts finished speaking, his five fingers grabbed hard, and the entire arm, which had already been frozen and solid, shattered like a pile of stones rolling to the ground.

Although Lu Ba could see the movements of the Martial Emperor clearly, when he went to the rescue, he was still much slower. After the Emperor of Martial Arts hit Zong Bai hard, his toes hit the ground, his body slid backwards, smashed through the single-layer partition wall, and slid straight into the next box, dodging the opponent's attacks one by one.

"Haha, Lingjiang City is our ninja group." Ren Wujian saw the power of the Emperor of Martial Arts, applauded excitedly, and said: "I want to stay in this good place of Lingjiang City, develop and grow, and radiate the surrounding areas." ”

When Zong Bai heard this, his chest tightened, a mouthful of blood spit out of his mouth, he raised his hand to stop Lu Bawu, and his lips trembled: "Run...... Run, you're no match. He endured the pain and said, "We are no match for him...... You go to Captain Tang...... He will help you. ”

Lu Ba's body trembled and looked at the other party puzzled.

At this time, the Emperor of Martial Arts was picking up a cup of tea from the tea table, heating it in his hand and taking a sip.

"I'm going to find Tang Yulan?" Lu Bawei screamed and said, "What are you kidding?" ”

"Lingjiang City cannot fall into the hands of the Japanese people." Zong Bai took a deep look at Ren Wujian, pinched Lu Ba's shoulder, and said, "Although Regiment Leader Tang is an enemy of hell, he knows the national righteousness...... In dealing with the Wa Kingdom, he will definitely be able to abandon his personal hatred for the time being......"

Ren Wujian smiled cruelly: "Haha, run away!" The Emperor of Martial Arts will level every inch of land and annihilate every enemy. ”

"Before you can destroy the enemy, the tattoo can kill you first." Zong Bai's expression was hideous, his eyes widened vigorously, and he said, "No. 601, can you still fight?" ”

Ghost 601 was bleeding from his wounds, gritting his teeth and exclaiming, "Yes! ”

Zong Bai said sharply: "Netherworld Ten Thousand Laws, Prison Palm Divine Power." I would like to turn into blood and mud and pave the road of glory! ”

"Netherworld Ten Thousand Laws, Prison Palm Divine Power!"

Many tattooers shouted in unison.

The Emperor of Martial Arts' face also changed slightly, and he felt the power of faith emanating from everyone, and this power actually made the seriously injured person stand again, and there was a tenacity and persistence burning in his eyes, which made people dare not despise it.

"I only hate that I planned my whole life and dedicated myself to the Fa, but in the end it came to nothing." Zong Bai walked towards the Emperor of Martial Arts step by step, although his body swayed, his steps became more and more firm.

"I'd rather die than be humiliated!" Zong Bai gritted his teeth and said.

"Fight for the Prison Envoy!" Ghost No. 601 had tears in his eyes, for him, Lord Zongbai was much kinder than the Prison Emperor.

The power of Hell is extremely widely distributed, and many foreign families and gangs have surrendered to Hell, and these subjugated people, without exception, will not offend or hurt the Chinese lightly.

Because the Chinese secretly have hell as a backer.

Of course, some of the experiments done by Master Zongbai made people talk about tiger color, and even kidnapped many scientists.

But this qiē is nothing, and the ghost of No. 601 knows in his heart that Zong Bai did this qiē not for selfish desires, but to change this dirty and depraved world.