Some people say that the force value of Luohe Futu will definitely not be under the patriarch of the Duanmu family, and some people say that the force value of Luohe Futu has reached the terrifying point of the previous generation of clan masters, who learned the nine styles of Rashomon and was known as the genius of the Duanmu family.

Of course, these are all rumors, because at least none of the living people have really seen it, the great elder of the Duanmu family: Luohe Futu has made a move.

For the Duanmu family, in addition to Duanmu Heiming's identity as the patriarch, the second extremely high identity is Luohe Futu.

You can imagine what kind of bull fork this blind old man is......

This blind old man can't help but have gray hair, and he also has an extremely intelligent head...... In the Duanmu family, many major decision-making matters are decided by him.

His identity is regarded as the person with the highest identity and status in the Duanmu family, except for Duanmu Heiming.

Now the great elder of the Duanmu family: Luohe Futu is actually sitting in this Audi car.

And he was also accompanied by the four elders: the Blood Monk.

Are they also going to the west side of the city?

"Boss, wouldn't the clan master really think that in addition to the wizard of the Duanmu family in the previous generation, there is another person in the world who can Rashomon: Nine Styles?" The blood monk in front of him squinted at the Naluo River Futu.

Luohe Futu's eyes, which were as blind as cataracts, rolled slightly, and his face full of vicissitudes moved slightly.

"According to the old man's judgment, it is unlikely, but this is a thousand worlds, there are no surprises, the clan lord actually sent out my old fellow this time, I believe there should be some rare situation......" The thick and powerful words muttered out of his mouth.

The blood monk suddenly laughed grimly.

"Interesting, if an outsider learns the supreme martial arts of the Duanmu family, then the Duanmu family will be embarrassed and ......embarrassed," the blood monk said while smiling.

The row of white teeth that protruded from his mouth looked cold and cautious.

In the darkness of the night, the two Mercedes-Benz sedans sped forward like sharp arrows.

Just when the great elder Luohe Futu, one of the four elders of the Duanmu family, and the blood monk of the four elders rushed to this Xicheng District, what about Li Tian and his brothers who were fighting?

There were dozens of knocked down gangsters lying on the field, some screaming miserably on the ground.

Some bodies lay in pools of blood and died tragically.

Look at Li Tian again, covered in blood, panting in his mouth, and even that face was covered with blood...... I don't know if the scarlet blood is his, or those who were killed by him, and it is impossible to distinguish it at this moment.

His hands were still holding a blood-stained machete, hunched over and standing there like a fighting wolf.

Although Li Tian, whose body has almost reached the limit, coupled with the pain on his body, makes him dying, he is standing hard and persevering.

Because if he didn't insist, then Situ Ningbing behind him would really die today.

On the other side, there was a loud bang.

Tang Xiaolong's mighty body fell to the ground.

There is no way, in the face of the offensive of more than a dozen gangsters, even if Tang Xiaolong is the king of the special forces, it is difficult to stop the offensive of so many people.

The current Tang Xiaolong was kicked in the shoulder by a thug and fell to the ground, panting heavily in his mouth.

There were knife wounds on his arms and shoulders.

It was as if he had run out of strength.

What about Chen Qiaozhi?

has already been knocked to the ground, and at this moment his face is miserable, and his face shows a senseless despair.

Because they know that the Tao may really be in calamity today?

No matter how powerful they are, it is impossible to kill all the underworld characters in Jinghai City in front of them......

The enemy over there is also exhausted, and he persists in the back of the worst.

After punching one of the thugs away, the bloodied machetes in the hands of the other two thugs who pounced from behind slashed fatally at Ah Qiu's head.

Seeing that Ah Qiu was about to be attacked by the gangsters behind him, at this critical moment, Li Tian rushed over.

"A, be careful. ”

With a loud roar, Ah Qiu turned around suddenly, and then saw two machetes slashing fatally at the top of his head.

Li Tian, who rushed over quickly, directly slammed into the two gangsters with his body, and at the moment when he hit them, the blades of the two guys were slightly deflected, and the head of the enemy was deflected by a centimeter, slashed in the air, and then was knocked to the ground by Li Tian.

Ah Qiu's heart was hanging, and this fell to the bottom.

Li Tian in front of him looked at his brothers, seeing their blood all over their bodies, and the appearance of being unable to fight anymore, he suddenly felt an unprecedented heartache.

He coldly raised his bloody eyes and looked at everyone and every thug present......

He had to remember, remember all these people, these people had a grudge against him, they all had a great hatred with him, and if one day he was still alive, then he would definitely kill all these people, and not a single one would be left alive. So he's going to have to remember their faces now......

Even if it is a ghost, Li Tian will not let go of this group of bastards.

The fat man Liu who was far away and retreated in fright, and the group of people who were mad cows, looked at the 60-70 thugs who fell down at this moment, and so many injured little brothers, they were completely stunned.

"They have to be killed...... They had to be killed...... Do whatever it takes. Liu Fatzi suddenly said viciously at the corner of his mouth.

As he spoke, he looked at the mad cow in front of him with evil eyes.

Mad Bull was supported by his younger brothers at this time, and he no longer had the arrogance of fighting with others before.

Especially when he saw the terrifying knife of Li Tian, who was like crazy just now, using Rashomon: Nine Styles, he was completely scared.

At this moment, there was also a terrifying and endless anger in his eyes.

"Kill him! kill them...... Do whatever it takes. ”

"Okay!" Fat Liu suddenly had a hideous smile on the corner of his mouth.

Then he turned around and glanced at the mourning biao beside him.

There was a narrow scar under the corner of the barbarian Fu Biao's eye, glowing with horror, and at this moment, after seeing Liu Fatzi glaring at him, a sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Then he pulled a gun out of his bosom.

A Blackstar Type54pistol pistol.

It was the fat man Liu who spent a lot of money to get it.

After taking it out of his arms at this moment, he aimed at Li Tian who was on the field.

Of course, Li Tian wouldn't notice that there was a cold gun, and he was still there facing those thugs rushing over at the moment......

Fu Biao's right hand held the Black Star Type54pistol tightly, and then the fingers of his right hand rested on the cold trigger.