Although the people of the south wind were still two, one of them had broken an arm and was in great pain, and the blood spurting from his shoulder had already splattered the wooden floor with blood.

In order to survive, the two men of Wei were like two mad beasts, and they attacked the southwind people with the most ferocious momentum and unruly offensive methods.

In Han Mo's eyes, their offensive methods had no merit, but for the Nanfeng people who had not been trained in martial arts, the powerful attack of the Wei people made them feel the pressure that they couldn't get through, and death seemed to be approaching them step by step. Although the man with the broken arm was seriously injured, he still gritted his teeth, used his remaining hand, brandished a large knife, and fought with all his might.

What supports him may be the desire to go home, or the appetite in front of them, or the tenacity in their bones.

Han Mo was excited to see everyone in the field, including Han Bin, they were obviously very interested in this most primitive fight, and they couldn't help but feel a sense of disgust in their hearts.

He didn't averse to death, in a way, when his enemies made him feel uncomfortable, his heart wanted them to die.

It's just that this kind of corrupt and corrupt life with death as pleasure is definitely not what Han Mo is happy to see.

Several people in the field were blindly attacking, the purpose was to make the other party die, but in a moment, blood and water were splashing on the bodies of the four people, falling to the ground, red, and the room that was originally full of wine, food and fruit taste soon filled with a strong ** smell.

Han Mo raised his head, and couldn't help but look at the patio pavilion again, only to see that the window was still slightly half-hidden, and the people in the window were still quiet, like ice sculptures, motionless.

He was a little curious about this woman who liked the breath of **.

I heard an "ah" cry in the field, but it was a Wei man who was pierced through the thigh by a fork, and the person had already fallen, and his companion next to him took the opportunity to swing a big knife and cut off the head of the fork-wielding Nanfeng man.

The stabbed Wei people roared angrily, and when the Nanfeng people were about to pull out their forks, they actually did something unexpected.

He actually reached out and grabbed the fork firmly, and roared: "Kill him, kill him!" ”

Nanfeng people were taken aback, his fork couldn't be pulled out, and he was blindfolded for a while, and he didn't even know how to pull his hand, but when he saw the knife light, a big head flew out, and the blood on his neck was like a fountain, spurting out of the sky.

Although I have seen too much, this ** scene still makes many beauties scream.

The broken arm Nanfeng man was also at this critical moment, and the knife in his hand also slashed at the head of the fallen Wei people, splitting one head in half.

In just this moment, one person died on both sides.

Xiao Mingtang clapped his hands and laughed: "Good fight, good fight." You two Kombat, whoever survives, young master, I have another reward! ”

Han Mo frowned slightly, glanced at Xiao Mingtang, and said in his heart: "This person is also very vicious, but I don't know what the relationship is with Xiao Huaijin?" It can't be Xiao Huaijin's son, right? ”

Although he already knew that Xiao Mingtang was a direct descendant of the Xiao family, he still didn't know his true identity, after all, the Xiao family was not weak, and even Xiao Tongguang's family still had people.

However, this Xiao Mingtang's eyebrows and eyes are really a little similar to Xiao Huaijin.

There were suddenly only two people left in the field, and the other two had become two corpses, but the remaining Nanfeng man only had one arm left, and his body was much thinner than that of the Wei people, and he was obviously at a disadvantage.

The nobles who bet on the Wei people were happy in their hearts, in their opinion, the Wei people's chances of winning were far higher than those of the Nanfeng people, and it was really a pleasant thing to be able to see such a thrilling fight and win silver.

Even Han Bin thought that victory was in sight, and couldn't help but show joy.

If you win five hundred taels of silver, you can get back the IOU, and you don't have to touch the old capital, which is of course very cost-effective.

Those nobles who were betting on the people of the south wind had secretly scolded the people of the south wind for being useless, and even they thought that the people of the south wind were dead and lifeless.

The remaining two people in the field, after the ** fight just now, their physical strength has reached a critical point, they are both holding weapons, panting, but their eyes are flashing with a fierce light like bloodthirsty beasts, nailed to each other's bodies, that is to tear each other to pieces.

Yang Lao Liu saw the two of them resting and shouted, "Hurry up!" ”

Wei Guoren shouted, raised his big knife, and slashed towards the side of the broken arm of the Nanfeng man, he knew the weakness of attacking the other party, and he still had some brains. At this time, they naturally will not pay attention to the above moral rules, kill the other party, and strive to survive, this is their final goal.

The people of the south wind did not flinch, and the stump arm also swung their swords to meet it.

The two of them did not have any sword skills, it was the most primitive match, and in their hands, there was not much difference between the power of a large knife and a long fork.

The Wei people slashed three times in a row, but they were stubbornly resisted by the Nanfeng people, and those nobles who were betting on the victory of the Wei people waved their hands at this time and shouted loudly: "Kill him, kill the Nanfeng pig, kill him!" ”

Brutal fights and playful laughter arose in the room.

Han Mo smelled the ** smell, and only felt that his internal organs were extremely uncomfortable, he was on the battlefield, and he also killed a lot of people, at that time, there was only a sense of pleasure and excitement, but at this time it was completely different, he understood that he hated this kind of scene in his bones, and this kind of scene made his body really uncomfortable.

This kind of game of taking pleasure in the lives of innocent people is indeed not acceptable to him.

With a cold glint in his eyes, he looked at Yang Lao Liu, who was standing aside, watching the fight in the field with a strange smile, as if it was not a human being who was fighting in the field, but just two beasts.

Han Mo thought of Jin Xiaofo in the Money Workshop, and the more he saw such a scene, the more interested he was in Jin Xiaofo's backstage.

Seeing that the Wei people were fighting more and more fiercely, it seemed that victory was in sight, the Nanfeng man was already lacking in physical strength, and he was bleeding too much, obviously he had no strength, only heard a "choking" sound, and the two big knives struck together, and the big knife in the hand of the Nanfeng man had already flown away, and his people had collapsed to the ground.

"Good!" Many of the guests shouted, their voices full of joy, and the other part of them naturally scolded.

In their opinion, the victory and defeat have been decided, and whether the money will be put in their pockets or thrown out is a certainty.

Han Mo sneered faintly, because he had already seen that although the Nanfeng Man was struggling on the ground, as if he was dodging, there was no despair in his eyes, but a deep killing intent.

The Wei man was carrying a big knife, and in his eyes, the Nanfeng man was already in his hands, so he finally looked at the rich food on the table, his throat rose and fell, and finally he raised the big knife, his face showed a hideous color, and his bloodstained face was extremely terrifying.

At the moment when his big knife was chopped, the Nanfeng people who were struggling underground clung to the forks of their dead companions, turned around and stabbed them fiercely, and the Wei people who were caught off guard were surprised and were immediately pierced through the lower abdomen.

The Wei people's eyes were furious, and they seemed to be a little incredulous, and after the Nanfeng people pierced the fork into his lower abdomen, he let go of his hand, grabbed the big knife next to him, slowly stood up, and cut off the heads of the Wei people without mercy.

Everything is born in an instant.

The nobles who were cheering were stunned for a moment, but those nobles who thought they were going to lose the silver were overjoyed and cried out.

Han Bin pounded the table hatefully, scolded in his mouth, turned his head, and asked softly, "Xiao Wu, you said they were out of the old man?" ”

Han Mo said lightly: "It's time to ask Yang Lao Liu." ”

Han Bin said with some disbelief: "But it doesn't look like it." These people are fighting for their lives, and I really can't see a flaw. No one really wants to die, right? ”

Yang Lao Liu had already walked into the middle of the field at this time, and said loudly: "Everyone, today's battle, it is the Nanfeng people who won, five days later, there will be another game, and I hope you will support more at that time." Glancing at the big men around them, everyone stepped forward and dragged down the corpse, and also took the surviving Nanfeng man down, leaving only blood stains all over the ground.

Xiao Mingtang stood up, stretched his waist, and said, "I'm having fun today." Five hundred taels of silver, just a dime. Glancing at Han Bin, he pointed at Sang and scolded Hu Junyi: "Junyi, you lost five hundred taels this time, don't cry." ”

Hu Junyi glanced at Han Bin with a smile, and pretended to be depressed: "I really want to cry." Five hundred taels of silver is not a small amount for Xiao Dagongzi, but for me, it is a lot of silver, I lost the silver, I am afraid that I will stay at home for three or five months and dare not come out to meet people. ”

Xiao Mingtang grinned and said, "So miserable? Why don't you let Lao Tzu give you silver? ”

Hu Junyi pouted and said, "He wants to pretend to be high, where will there be silver for me." If I really spend my money like flowing water every day, I am afraid that everyone will say that my father is corrupt and bribe-taking, and my father's reputation will not be protected at that time. Hey, I don't know if I was born to my father. ”

The two of them sang and harmonized, and everyone present knew that the two of them were ridiculing Han Bin.

Han Bin's eyes flashed coldly, and he was about to do it, but Han Mo had already gone up and whispered: "We still have important things, why bother with two dogs barking!" ”

Xiao Mingtang pulled a beautiful woman in his arms, kissed the beauty on the face, and said with a smile: "Little beauty, the young master will reward you later!" Pointing to the women around him, he said: "Don't be fooled, when the time comes, you will accompany others, but you will not get a reward, then the gain will outweigh the loss!" In the midst of laughter, he hugged the woman and walked away arrogantly, and Hu Junyi also followed a woman out.

The winners received the money and left with the women one by one, but in a moment, there were not many people left in the huge room.

Yang Lao Liu finally came over and said with a smile: "Third Young Master, Boss Jin is waiting for you upstairs, look at ......!" ”

Han Bin immediately stood up and said, "Take me to see him!" Glancing back at Han Mo, he saw that Han Mo was as his name, his face was indifferent, and he was noncommittal.

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