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In the middle of the long street, Mu Xiaojiu stood there quietly holding an oil-paper umbrella. And at both ends of the long street, there were more than a hundred people from Lei Yin Pavilion and Tianyue.

These people are all people who want to take his life, and these people all want to use Mu Xiaojiu's life to wash away the humiliation in the past three days.

On the side of the street, on the second floor of the restaurant, Di Fei stood by the window, and there were two six-and-a-half-minute masters standing beside him.

"You say, 'Can he win?' Di Fei's voice was very soft.

"It's impossible, although the level of these people is not very good, but the level of this kid is not very good." One of the masters replied.

Di Fei laughed softly twice, and the laughter was intermittent, making people wonder if he would hold his breath at any time.

"I think he can, I heard from his words before, fighting for life, and seeing death as home."

If Mu Xiaojiu knew that Di Fei, the dignified and low-headed Divine Dragon, looked down on him so highly, maybe he would be very happy and proud.

But he didn't hear it, so he lowered his eyes and sighed.

He has already sent a flying pigeon to Huang Amma, telling him not to be reckless to save himself and save the gang as the master.

As soon as this breath came out, it seemed to take away the depression and uneasiness in his heart, and under the oil-paper umbrella, he finally raised his head, and then, raised his eyebrows.

"It's all signed, let's fight, it's funny, there are not a few fights in total, and every time I fight, it rains." While muttering, Mu Xiaojiu held an umbrella and slowly walked towards the crowd.

The big war is on the verge of breaking out!

With Mu Xiaojiu's footsteps, those gangsters from Lei Yin Pavilion and Tianyue drew their weapons one after another.

When Mu Xiaojiu began to walk faster and faster, those people finally stopped hesitating and rushed up fiercely.

These people may not be anything in the eyes of the masters of the six-and-a-half-hall hall, but in fact, among the players, they are all above the average, and there are many masters among them.

With one as a hundred, this battle may be more dangerous than the battle against the horse thief leader Guan San.

After all, no matter how good Guan San's hard skills are, he is only one person, but now, he is facing a hundred people.

Just when Mu Xiaojiu was about to make contact with the crowd, he suddenly pushed the umbrella in his hand forward, and the umbrella surface suddenly covered Mu Xiaojiu's body.

By the time the people in front of him cut the umbrella with their weapons, Mu Xiaojiu had already rushed into the crowd like a swimming fish.

In fact, Mu Xiaojiu thought about escaping, but when surrounded by more than a hundred people, escaping was obviously not a good choice. After all, among these people, there are all kinds of weapons to use, and if they really escape, it is tantamount to turning themselves into a live target, allowing those who play with hidden weapons to dart themselves to their heart's content.

In the face of countless hidden weapons, even if Mu Xiaojiu has many stunts such as Ling Bo Weibu and Tianshan Folding Plum Hand, I am afraid that he will not be able to escape death.

Rather than this, it is better to enter the crowd and wander through it with the agility of Ling Bo's microstep. In this way, you can not only ensure that the other party throws a mouse, but also try to give full play to your strengths.

And to be honest, in this kind of weather, the power of Bihai Chaoshengqu will be greatly reduced in the rain, and it consumes too much internal strength, even with a hole flute, Mu Xiaojiu will never dare to use Bihai Chaoshengqu.

Alas, I blame myself for not expecting the other party to jump off the wall in a hurry.

You know, since the other party came to besiege them, it proves that they must have also sent people to block the garrison of the Ghost Praetorian Guard, so as to prevent Huang Ama from bringing people to support him.

However, in this Kyoto, it is easy to stir up the nerves of the Six Gates and the Shenhou Mansion by doing such a thing of blocking people's residences, and the consequences of this large-scale riot of people in the rivers and lakes are very serious.

It can only be said that Leng Rakshasa and Lei An are too heavy on Mu Xiaojiu's murderous intentions, and they have even lost their minds and began to bet with the gang.

Mu Xiaojiu had only one thought in his heart, and that was "What the hell can I do?" ”

In the rain, the fight continued.

I have to say that Mu Xiaojiu's method is very useful, from the moment he rushed into the crowd, those Lei Yin Pavilion and Tianyue's gangs began to be timid, not daring to really let go of their hands and feet to fight.

Mu Xiaojiu is different, at this time, he is like a fish in water, haunted and wandering around. One moment he may still be behind this person, and the next he may have run to the other person.

However, Rao is like this, and Mu Xiaojiu is still not happy.

In the crowd, Mu Xiaojiu turned around, let go of the knife that slashed at him, and then his right hand suddenly reached out, directly pinching the neck of an enemy, and as soon as he vomited his strength, the person had already flown into the sky.

But then, he was knocked on the shoulder by a wooden staff behind him, Mu Xiaojiu screamed in pain, but he didn't dare to look back, so he could only move forward, rush between the two of them again, and then brush the two of them with both hands at the same time.

Seeing a long sword stabbed at his face, Mu Xiaojiu didn't like to fight, went down to the iron plate bridge, and then supported it on the ground with one hand, and kicked the man's knee heavily when he raised his leg.

With the power of this kick, Mu Xiaojiu maintained the posture of an iron plate bridge, and with a stroke of his feet on the ground, he actually withdrew upside down.

"Look at the darts!"

A low voice sounded in the crowd, Mu Xiaojiu was startled, it was too late to turn over at this time, he could only lie on the ground, and then a lazy donkey rolled to the side.

In the next second, the place where he was just now had been nailed with three steel darts.

Secretly scolded, Mu Xiaojiu stood up, stepped forward quickly, and slapped his palms on the chest of the person in front of him at the same time, this palm contained all the internal force of Mu Xiaojiu, and the man who was hit was suddenly slapped back a few steps back, knocking away several people.

At the same time, Mu Xiaojiu finally found his goal-Lei An, at this moment, Lei An was standing at the door of the restaurant, and the thin and cold young man beside him, who else could it be if it wasn't Leng Rakshasa?

Although there is a cloud in the book of war, the thief captures the king first, and Mu Xiaojiu also wants to kill these two people directly, but he can't be too eager.

At this distance, if he rushed straight over, he would inevitably be darted into a hedgehog. If you don't want to be a target, it's best to bring the crowd over little by little, to the vicinity of the restaurant, and then burst out and kill!

Under the electric thought, he said that it was too late and that it was fast, only to see Mu Xiaojiu let out a long roar, and then stretched out his right hand forward, pinched the sword body that was stabbed by a person, and led it behind him.

The man who was pinched by Mu Xiaojiu saw that he was about to stab the brother in the gang, and hurriedly wanted to put away the sword, but where was Tianshan Fold Mei's hand so easy to break away?

So he let go of his sword.

It's a pity that he didn't know that this letting go just happened to fulfill Mu Xiaojiu's thoughts.

Mu Xiaojiu's fingers holding the sword suddenly let go, then he took it forward, and steadily caught the long sword that was about to fall, and then he held the long sword upside down and stabbed it back.

The man behind him was about to avoid it, but he found that his retreat had been blocked by the brothers who rushed up from behind, and in the blink of an eye, the long sword in Mu Xiaojiu's hand pierced his heart.

Draw the sword, spin the body, and cut horizontally!

The sword blade cut through the rain curtain, outlining an extremely beautiful arc in the rain, and then slashed the throats of the five people around Mu Xiaojiu's body.

Blood Blossoms!

Taking advantage of the gap in the protrusion of this sword, Mu Xiaojiu rushed a short distance in the direction of the restaurant again and entered the crowd.

Unfortunately, he was a little slower, and at some point, a sleeve arrow made of stainless steel flew out of the gap in the crowd, and the strength of the sleeve arrow was so strong that it directly pierced his left arm.

It's troublesome to say, but in fact, everything is just a matter of lightning and flint, Mu Xiaojiu didn't have time to react at all, he felt a sharp pain in his left arm, and his body couldn't help but pause as he rushed forward.

didn't have time to think about it, Mu Xiaojiu knew that he couldn't stop moving, let alone find time to check the wound, so he could only continue to fight with these people.

The long sword moved again, first opening a long knife, and then directly stabbing it.

At this time, it was too late to make any superfluous moves, and even the proportions and strength of each sword had to be grasped as much as possible.

This sword is a model of "just right", with the cooperation of Ling Bo Weibu and Zhemei Luoxue Sword, this sword happened to pierce through the person's Adam's apple.

I didn't have to go any further, I just took the man's name.

With a sword in his hand, wherever Mu Xiaojiu went, drops of blood flowed out.

But Mu Xiaojiu's face was already a little pale.

He raised his sword, dodging a wooden stick, then took a step back, dodging a long knife that sliced through his abdomen.

Just as he was about to move on, someone slashed down from behind, cutting his shirt entirely, and at the same time, cutting his flesh and skin.

The wound started from Mu Xiaojiu's left shoulder and went all the way to his right waist, the skin and flesh on both sides of the wound rolled outward like a baby's mouth, and blood continued to flow downward.

At the same time, the wooden stick that had been set up by him before also clicked again, and Mu Xiaojiu barely sank down, so that the stick did not hit his heart as he wished, but on his left shoulder.

Under the agitation of qi and blood, the blood in Mu Xiaojiu's mouth suddenly couldn't help but vomit.

Fortunately, the crowd at this time was already very close to the restaurant, and although Mu Xiaojiu was injured, he finally rushed to the edge of the crowd.

His face had turned very pale, but he was still holding back his dizziness.

Mu Xiaojiu laughed.

Feeling that there was a palm behind him wrapped in a strong wind, and it was slapping his back fiercely, Mu Xiaojiu's smile became more obvious, he didn't block this palm, but tried his best to gather internal strength, and then met his back.

The palms and backs finally intersect.

Mu Xiaojiu spurted out another mouthful of blood, and at the same time, the knife wound on his back came with a hot pain.