Sikong Po showed a triumphant smile on his face, seeing that everyone in the martial arts hall was rushing towards this side, Sikong Po restrained his smile, changed his moves, and killed a man in black The moment he slashed the opponent's sword on his arm, leaving a bloody mark, and the blood quickly soaked the sleeves.

In the eyes of everyone in the distance, this sword was stabbed by the man in black, but Xiao Yao, who was lying on the ground, saw it clearly.

The father and son of the Ji family looked left and right at the surging Jiangwutang gang, and had already guessed that they were betrayed by Wu Junyi. The anger in his chest was unsettled, and he looked up to the sky and roared angrily: "Wu Junyi, Ji will definitely break your body into ten thousand pieces in his lifetime!" Slaughter all the doors! ”

Standing at the entrance of the alley, Wu Junyi, who was dressed in civilian clothes, listened to Ji Zhentian's roar and stared at the fight in the alley with a sneer, feeling physically and mentally refreshed. Xin said: "Fight, kill, it's better to die all!" Ji old ghost, if you want to break the old man's body into ten thousand pieces, this official will let you die in Huangquan today, and you will never be reborn! Haha~" Wu Junyi has been waiting for this day for a long time.

"Are the archers ready?" Wu Junyi said softly to the person beside him.

"Don't worry, your lordship, everyone is in place, just wait for your lord's order, you can wipe them out!" Beside Wu Junyi, a black-clothed masked man in a night suit bowed down and replied.

"Okay, let's sit on the mountain and watch the tiger fight, and the snipe and clam compete for the fisherman's profit, hehe." Wu Junyi laughed sinisterly.

In the depths of the alley, the Lecture Wutang Gang had already joined the battle and fought with the black-clothed man, and Fang Hu and several other Dharma protectors killed Sikong Po to protect him. The situation reversed, Ji Zhentian was blinded by the unwillingness and anger in his heart, and rushed to Sikong to kill the past regardless of his safety.

At this time, the number of people in the martial arts hall was much more than the people in black, several besieged one, and people on both sides continued to fall in pools of blood, and the people in black became fewer and fewer, and the martial arts hall also paid a heavy price. Seeing his former brothers fall beside him one by one, Xiao Yao couldn't help but get up many times and wanted to fight side by side with them, but finally gritted his teeth and held back.

Ji Zhentian fought with Fang Hu and the four of them alone, not falling behind at all, Sikong Po stood behind Fang Hu and the others with his arms covered, his face was full of anxiety, "Old Fang be careful!" Seeing Ji Zhentian's fatal sword stabbing towards Fang Hu, Sikong Po was about to rush forward to save him, but he saw Fang Hu blocking Ji Zhentian's stabbing sword, jumping out of the battle circle, and said to Sikong Po: "Hall Master, you are resting on the side, don't worry about me waiting, they will be called today and there will be no return!" ”

Ji Zhentian fought with a few people, and scolded: "Sikong old thief, you have to act and disguise again!" Then he shouted to several people, "You are all kept in the dark by him, and he is the thief who slashes his heart!" ”

"Fuck your stinking fart! You still dare to slander the master of Sikong Hall, and the ghost will believe your words! Look at the moves! When the other Dharma protector heard this, he angrily swung his knife and slashed at Ji Zhentian. Both sides were all red-eyed, Fang Hu rejoined the battle, Sikong Po had a smile on his face, staring at the one in front of him.

There is a way that two fists are hard to beat with four hands, not to mention the strength of one person against four people who are about the same, Ji Zhentian looked at his son, only to see that he was being besieged by several martial arts gangs, although he was not worried about his life, but he was struggling.

Ji Zhentian jumped to his son's side, slashed three palms to repel several people, pushed his son backwards, and shouted: "Dust, go away!" Ji Chen wanted to leave, but when he turned around, he saw that Ji Zhentian was besieged by many people, and he was in danger, so he wanted to turn back to save him, but he was retreated by Ji Zhentian. Ji Chen had no choice but to desperately flee into the distance.

"Want to go?! Hum! Xiao Yao, who was lying on the ground, secretly ripped off a piece of clothing from the corpse next to him, which had already been soaked by the rain, stacked two layers, hid in the cuffs and wrapped the muzzle of the gun, aimed at Ji Chen, who was fleeing, and a light sound was insignificant in the pouring rain at this time, and the sound of hundreds of people fighting around and weapons hitting each other, no one noticed this movement.

The bullet flew out and hit the target in the back of the head. A bolt of lightning swept by, lighting up the entire night sky, and the whole alley was as if it were day. Ji Chen, who was escaping, suddenly stopped his figure and stood there motionless, as if struck by lightning. Suddenly, he fell forward, snapped, lay in the water, and there was no movement, his eyes were big, his eyes gradually diluted, he lost his brilliance, and he looked straight ahead, not blinding.

Ji Zhentian, who had been scanning his son with his spare eyes, saw this sudden scene, his liver and intestines were broken, and he hit everyone around him like crazy, and ran to his son's side, and saw that the finger-thick blood hole behind his head was bubbling red and white outwards. The eyes are looking straight ahead, the mouth is slightly open, and the expression of disbelief is on his face.

Everyone was shocked by this scene, and they all stopped for the time being, staring at Ji Zhentian who was kneeling in the rain. Even Sikong Po was a little inexplicable, he was just about to chase and kill Ji Chen, but before he could take a step, he saw him fall to the ground, obviously killed by a hidden weapon. Sikong Po immediately looked around, but there was no movement.

Die with a grievance or everlasting regret! Yes!!! Ji Zhentian raised his head to the sky and let out a long roar, his eyes were instantly covered with blood, the expression on his face became hideous and terrifying, and two lines of bloody tears flowed out of the corners of his eyes. took the sword in his son's hand, slowly got up, and walked towards the people in the martial arts hall.

Grief is greater than heart death, Ji Zhentian is now only bent on avenging his son, and has no idea of leaving, the only thing he wants to do now is kill, kill, kill! Mu Ne looked at everyone in front of him, walking forward step by step, and everywhere he passed, regardless of whether he was the enemy or me, he would be killed.

Lose your marbles! Such an idea popped up in everyone's hearts, even the black-clothed masked man brought by Ji Zhentian imagined it. As a result, the men in black lost their fighting spirit and fled for their lives.

Fang Hu and several people gathered around Sikong Po, Sikong Po sneered and said, "Don't leave one, kill!" When the people heard the order, they moved again and went their own way.

Sikong Po ignored Fang Hu's obstruction and killed Ji Zhentian together, and when he was near, Sikong Po smiled and said: "Ji Zhentian, the old man will personally send you on your way today!" See your son, go! After speaking, he took the lead in attacking him, and Fang Hu and the others followed closely behind and surrounded Ji Zhentian.

Ji Zhentian had already fought with Fang Hu and a few people, but at this time, Sikong Po personally went into battle and besieged with a few people, and Ji Zhentian was at a disadvantage. After fighting for less than a cup of tea, Ji Zhentian was already injured, but he was still struggling to hold on.

Sikong Po Youdou was around Ji Zhentian, saw the right time, and tried to kill him with one blow, and in a hurry, he used a claw skill, directly grabbed Ji Zhentian's chest, and probed his entire hand into his chest.

Fang Hu and a few people around him, close in front of him, stared at the scene in front of him with wide eyes, and couldn't come back to their senses for a long time. Cold sweat broke out all over his body, and a storm was set off in his heart, why did the hall master make such a vicious kung fu?!

Before Ji Zhentian lost his breath, he regained his senses, stared at Sikong Po on the opposite side viciously, and laughed wildly: "Let's go to hell together!" Haha~" said and stabbed the sword in his hand towards Sikong Po, who was close at hand.