The black-clothed leader leaned the pink lotus in his arms against the wall on the side, his movements were very gentle, and it seemed that he was also a person who cherished fragrance and pity.

As soon as the black-clothed leader was about to say something, he heard a low, beast-like roar from the house in front of him, occasionally accompanied by the sound of tables and chairs shattering, and the murderous aura coming from the room made him a little frightened, and he couldn't help but stare at the closed door in front of him in disbelief.

"Sect Master, ...... you look," a man in black asked in a low voice behind the leader of the black, taking two steps forward.

"Wait and see." The black-clothed leader's voice was a little hoarse, very low, and there was some worry in his bare eyes, which were a little confused.

Standing quietly outside the house, listening to the increasingly fierce roars in the room, and feeling the increasingly powerful evil aura, the black-clothed leader hesitated for a moment before finally pressing his slender and slender hand against the tightly fastened door.

"Ahh

Looking at the messy room, there was a man standing in the middle covered in blood, with blood-red eyes, as if he had chosen someone to devour. The face was distorted, hideous and terrifying, and the man with his cloak was constantly roaring in his throat, and his body was surrounded by an astonishing murderous aura.

This man was just happy, and he was worried about the joy of not finding the target to kill, when he saw the man in black, his eyes suddenly burst into excitement, like two sharp sword rays, shooting straight at the black-clothed leader.

The man in black felt a chill in his heart when he met Shang Xing's murderous and bloodthirsty gaze, and he involuntarily took two steps back.

Happy chuckled twice, looking at the ten black-clothed people in front of him, the killing flames in his eyes became more and more crazy and blazing.

"Roar!" Happy Yang let out a low roar, and the clothes and mustaches all over his body were windless, and a powerful and incomparable momentum spread out from his body, pressing towards the ten black-clothed people.

"Bang Bang"

Happy walked out step by step, and the heavy footsteps were like a dull drumbeat, as if they were trampling on the hearts of the ten men in black, making their hearts feel sullen and heavy, and they involuntarily retreated towards the back. And the momentum of joy gradually strengthened with the footsteps of this voice.

The black-clothed leader bore the brunt, and under the pressure of his happy and powerful aura, he took a few steps back again, his eyes revealing deep fear and doubt, as well as a faint unknown worry, which was very complicated.

"Master." A black-clothed man said with some depression.

"Subdue him and attack!" Feeling the terrifying momentum and murderous aura coming from Xing's body, the black-clothed leader suddenly had an urge to run away, but he finally suppressed this impulse.

The black-clothed leader's eyes were fixed on the figure that was happily approaching, and he tried his best to calm himself down, and commanded in a low voice.

He had to do this, because Joy had completely locked them down, and if they turned and fled, it would inevitably lead to a stormy attack of Happy, and in that case, they would fall into passivity, and the current state of madness would be extremely dangerous for them. They are not here to kill, and if they are hurt by it, it is very unworthy.

Since you can't retreat, you can only go head-on, and take the lead in attacking when your happy momentum has not risen to the peak.

"Kill!" As a low shout of killing sounded, the ten black-clothed people who were still as quiet as virgins moved like rabbits in an instant, and their footsteps were sensitive to joy.

Seeing the enemy attacking, the joy that had been dominated by the killing at this time was not only not afraid, but very happy, and shouted in his mouth, like a mad beast, his speed increased to the extreme in an instant, and savagely rushed towards the ten people who pounced on him.

"Bang"

With a muffled snort, the black-clothed leader's slender fist met his happy palm, and his somewhat thin body flew out in an instant. The figure of Happy Rush also paused and took two steps back.

"Ahh Happy stretched out his blood-red tongue and gently licked his scarlet lips, screaming. Although the sky is dark now, with the faint starlight, the appearance of happiness and blood on his face is even more terrifying and hideous, and it is really a devil who has escaped from hell.

"Master! Kill him! Seeing the black-clothed leader fall out, all the black-clothed people rushed forward and stiffened, and the next moment they shouted frantically, their eyes red, and they pounced even more frantically for joy.

Facing more than a dozen fists that were as heavy as a giant hammer and smashed into his body, he was happy and fearless, he ripped off his clothes, ** his upper body, revealing a well-proportioned muscle. At this time, Happy was a lot thicker, and the blood vessels under the epidermis of his body were all bulging and protruding, like a small snake winding and coiling, which was not only full of power, but also terrifying.

Happy waved his two thick arms, blocked left and right, and fought hard with the nine men in black.

He has received the most scientific and rigorous combat training in modern times, and has gone through countless killings, life and death tests, and the fighting skills and experience he has mastered are absolutely comparable and imaginable to people. Those fighting skills have long been integrated into his body, carved into his soul, and formed the instinct of the body.

Therefore, although these nine black-clothed men attacked intensively, they cooperated tacitly, advanced and retreated in a certain way, coupled with the support of the blood and courage in their hearts because of the leader's defeat, their attack power was extremely strong, even if they were as brave as Xiao Maha, they would defeat Maicheng under the siege of these nine people.

However, happiness is happiness, although at this time he has no calm judgment, completely like a beast using instinct, using a keen sense of touch to fight, the move in his hand has long been out of order, but the attack of happiness is becoming more and more fierce. His moves opened and closed widely, and every punch and palm had a sharp sound of breaking through the air, lingering with an astonishing evil aura, as if from purgatory, which made people retreat in fear from the momentum.

Two fists are hard to beat four hands, although this sentence is sometimes untrue, but there is another interpretation of the happiness at this time.

Although he was brave at this time, he was not mentally motivated after all, and his defense was insufficient. Five men in black are responsible for pinning down the attention of the delight, and the other four are responsible for the effective killing attack.

Happy Happy, who had lost his rational judgment, was hit immediately, but in an instant, he received three punches and a slap in the chest and abdomen. The pain in his body made him cry out involuntarily. The wounded beast is extremely mad, and the pleasure, which is even more vicious than the tiger, is even more terrible at this time.

Happy blood-red eyes seemed to be dripping blood, he roared wildly, his two bare arms seemed to be a little thicker, and the raging killing intent pressed on the nine black-clothed men like a mountain and a tsunami, making their breathing stagnant, and the attack in their hands couldn't help but slow down.

Happy to seize the opportunity, just a few quick punches and kicks, the black-clothed people around him were blasted out by him, letting out a miserable howl, two of them were lying on the ground and couldn't get up.

"Put down the butcher's knife and become a Buddha on the spot!"

At the bottom of my happy heart, a peaceful voice suddenly sounded, gentle and generous. But to the ears of joy, it is unusually hateful and hateful.

"Damn, damn, you all deserve to die!" With a cruel laugh coming out of his happy mouth, Kaba clenched his fists and approached one of the men in black who had fallen to the ground.

At this moment, Happy seemed to see his parents die tragically at the hands of the enemy again, and the nostalgia for life in their eyes, the guilt and reluctance towards themselves deeply pierced Happy Heart, suffocating him, and he wished to lose consciousness.

"Ahh Happy eyes are blood-red, ears are full of the enemy's arrogant and proud laughter, he is furious, he wants to kill, he wants to avenge his parents, he wants to get rid of the shackles given to him by fate, he wants to kill everyone who dares to dominate him, he wants to expel the noisy voice in his heart, exterminate.

"It's good to come!" This sentence is hoarse and low, almost like a human voice.

With a shout of joy, a straight punch knocked a man in black in front of him out. Although Xing Xing was also punched, he didn't care, on the contrary, the evil qi and the smell of blood on his body were still slowly rising, as if he wanted to swallow the sky.

One after another, the black-clothed people who stopped in front of Happy were all knocked out by Happy and fell to the ground and couldn't get up, not knowing whether they were alive or dead. And the joy is not easy, blood is constantly spilling from his mouth and nose, spraying on his ** body, and some capillaries under the skin also begin to burst, making him look even more terrible and vicious.

However, where can the pain in the body compare with the grief and remorse of losing his parents, and he is happy that he now only wants to tear everything apart, destroy everything, and wipe out the noisy voice in his heart, and the influence of anger and madness in his brain.

Looking at the man in black standing in front of him again, he roared happily, without the slightest hesitation, and stretched out his killing hand again.

"Happy!"