The situation became dangerous.

Although Rowan still has a chance to win, the odds are slim.

He has never practiced flying swords, and the hit rate can be imagined, which is simply touching.

It's okay to say that if you hit, if you don't hit, you can only die.

Just as Rowan was looking for an opportunity to strike, a shadow stood in front of her.

"Stop!." Lichou shouted at the bald head.

She stood in front of Rowan with her hands outstretched, like a hen protecting her chicks.

The bald head saw a girl protecting Luo Wen, and he was angry for a while.

For a moment, it brought back painful memories for him.

Why! Can you have cute girl protection, and I'm not even someone else's spare tire?

Damn!

He gritted his teeth, clenched his fists, and made a "click" sound, and a terrifying aura spread around.

This is his grief and indignation, and it is also his jealousy.

"Even you have a girl who likes it!"

"Why didn't I!"

He roared loudly and said at the same time.

"It's impossible to let him go, seeing me so humble, I must not let him go."

As he spoke, he drew another knife from his belt, like a vicious wolf, and rushed towards Lichou viciously.

"Knock knock!"

But before he could rush in front of Lichou, his whole body was knocked out, his huge body slid out of a graceful arc, and after rolling in the air several times in a row, he fell heavily to the ground.

"Bang."

He was slumped on the ground, his body trembling, unable to utter a word.

An old man didn't know when he was standing beside Lichou.

He let go of his fist and stood straight next to Lichou, a sky-high momentum spread out directly, making people feel that he was not an old man who was about to step into the grave, but a towering tree, quietly guarding Lichou.

However, the momentum quickly dissipated and became calm.

When he walked to Lichou's side, he was almost like an ordinary old man.

Li Chou looked at the bald head who flew out upside down.

"It seems that they are members of the Blood Killing Gang, and remember that the martial arts they practice make them extremely easy to be provoked, so they want to kill."

"In the past, there were people who retaliated against them for mocking them for being bald."

"Didn't you die, did you?"

The old man nodded.

"I was afraid of getting into trouble, so I just gave a light punch."

"Yes, they don't deserve your sword either." Said lightly.

However, at this time, the bald head actually stood up again.

He showed a resilience that is not something ordinary people can have, and stood up strongly.

He broke a few ribs, was bleeding all over, and rolled on the ground a few times, looking vicious and disgusting at the same time.

At this moment, he was like a lone wolf licking his wounds, looking at Lichou and the old man viciously.

He's on top.

In other words, the exercises he cultivated were on top.

The exercises he practices can make people emotional, make people go crazy, and become murderous.

The more manic he is, the stronger he becomes, so he can still stand up at the moment.

He had been consumed by anger inside.

The anger of seeing his childhood sweetheart run away with others, the anger of fighting with others and not killing others, and the anger of being beaten away now.

"I'm from the Blood Sand Gang, our people are nearby, you're done."

"Don't even think about leaving today!"

He pulled a token from his bosom and pressed it down, a look of madness on his face.

"They're coming."

His words had just fallen.

A group of bald heads came from all around, and surrounded Rowan and them for a while.

Most of them were five big and three thick, with strong muscles, and their faces showed anger, one by one holding weapons, and looking at Rowan and them fiercely.

"You're the one who bullied us?"

One of the leaders tossed the token in his hand, raised his head, and looked at Li Chou with an unkind gaze.

However, there was no fear of sorrow, and a woman burst out with a momentum that was not weaker than the man in front of her, and said to the leader.

"You are the wicked who sue first, and it is obviously your people who do it first!"

"Don't you know what your subordinates look like?"

The leader snorted coldly.

"My men, I don't need you to care!"

The leader knew very well in his heart that it must be their people who were looking for trouble first.

But their gang is like that, and no one can get rid of their emotional problems.

Therefore, everyone can only gather to keep warm, twist into a rope with each other, and exert collective strength, so as to avoid revenge by their enemies.

This is also an important reason why they were able to survive.

After all, a madman kills and it's over, but a group of madmen is not easy to mess with.

The leader said.

"You can go, but he must stay."

He pointed to Rowan, who was already in a coma.

Hearing him say let Rowan stay, Lichou's face was calm.

This calmness is like the silence of the dead leaves falling in late autumn, but buried under this calm face is like the cold winter season, under the clear water and clear pool, the cold that penetrates the bone marrow.

"Let him stay?"

"Is it possible?"

She helped Rowan up, took his hand and said.

"I'm going to take him away today, I'll see who dares to stop me!."

She made a declaration to dozens of people from the Blood Killing Gang domineeringly.

When the leader heard him say this, he gave an order directly.

"Kill them for me!"

"Hahaha!"

"Rush!"

A group of gangsters had already been gearing up and couldn't wait to kill them.

But they ignored one person.

The old man with a knife standing beside Lichou.

He stood next to Lichou, looking very quiet.

Although there were all around him, as long as he looked at him, he felt his heart calm.

"Click!."

His knife was pulled out by him.

The few people who just rushed up were directly cut in half.

"Round dance."

He silently pronounced the name of the sword technique in his heart, and then took a step forward and stood in front of Lichou.

He took the knife and slashed it clockwise, and a terrifying knife aura flew out directly.

The sword qi arced, cutting off the people around him who wanted to rush up.

Those gangsters were all stimulated by this bloody scene, their eyes were red, their muscles were bruised, and they were extremely angry.

And then one by one...... Turned around and ran away.

"Run, we can't beat us."

They are good at anger, but they don't have the strength, they are incompetent and furious.

Their IQ was still a little left, and watching the people who rushed up to them being easily chopped to pieces, their sanity and biological instincts told them that rushing forward was to send them to death.

Being emotional not only makes them more likely to enter a state of anger than the average person, but also makes them more likely to be scared after seeing their companions being easily killed.

The slightest thought of cowardice may be infinitely amplified by them, leading to the reversal of the whole situation.

Seeing the people of the Blood Killing Gang fleeing one by one, the old man moved his muscles and bones a little, and then rushed directly towards them.

He is like a wolf rushing into the flock, killing in it.

A knife cut nothing, leaving countless severed limbs in the crowd.

In the face of this old man, they were so powerless.

In the whiteness of the snow.

Those bright blood, it is so eye-catching.