Fengbo's eyes were red, originally he was going to kill a few foreign Persians who were standing first, but the man's behavior just now angered him, so he reversed the direction. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Kill one is kill, kill two is kill! The storm saw that all the robbers who came out of the house were covered in blood, but the dead bodies everywhere were their masterpieces, and he was angry and his fists creaked, these people were all sentenced to death by him!

"What are you, man?"

At this time, a strange voice asked, it was the Persian on the left hand, this person also seemed to be startled by the ghostly speed of the storm, there was a surprise between his eyebrows, but this blunt tone contained a kind of annoyance, a high-minded question.

Feng Bo turned his head, looked at a few Persians with convulsive faces, and saw that everyone looked at the three of them in fear, and even looked at the three of them with the head of the horse, gritted his teeth and said, "You are their leader?" ”

The Persian nodded, and said with difficulty: "You, why, stop, the Holy Fire Sect is doing things?" ”

"Errands? Do your grandma's business! Feng Bo spat on the ground angrily, "You robbed us of things, and dared to kill innocents indiscriminately, you are even more brute than beasts, who gave your dog the guts?" ”

The more he talked about it, the more angry he became, and finally he even yelled out.

"Daring, infidels, daring to insult the messengers of Allah, like them, damned!" The Persian shouted angrily, but when he said the word Allah, his hands were flat.

"Fourth brother, don't talk nonsense with these brutes, don't leave any of them!"

At this time, a suppressed strong anger sounded behind them, and it was the three Deng Baichuan who had arrived. Just at this moment. Even the old-tempered Deng Baichuan is also angry with murderous eyes. Not to mention the rights and wrongs of the hot-blooded bag.

This is still a village, it's a hell on earth, who gave these aliens the courage?

"What are you, men, who have been insulted again and again, messengers of the Holy Fire, who do not deserve to be put to death by the sword. Let the holy fire of Allah cleanse you of your blasphemy against Allah! ”

The Persian turned around and shouted angrily at Deng Baichuan.

"Come on, arrest them all! Take! The Persian shouted with both hands and shouted at the big men around him.

The surrounding men glanced at each other, all together, their eyes flashed, and some of them had already shown a hideous color, but before they could make a move, a clattering horse sounded, and three figures appeared in front of their eyes.

"Good. Not bad! ”

Ding said as he got off his horse, his eyes scraping over everyone in the room like knives. He looked at the village, at this moment, there were almost corpses everywhere, looking at the bruised faces of these people, obviously, these people had been here for more than a while!

"Xianggong!" "Husband!" The second daughter couldn't help but exclaim.

Ding Yi took a deep breath, his left hand was unconsciously pinched together, and he walked to the boxes piled up on the carriage in front of him with a calm face, on which the boxes were neatly stacked, and the exposed ones were all black things.

Swish!

Before Ding Yi approached the carriage, the surrounding men all erected their weapons, their eyes were extremely vigilant, and the blood on the swords in their hands was dripping with blood, and they were falling down drop by drop, and among the five men, they were all wrapped in red, and they were splashed with blood.

"Yes, you can hold a butcher knife to your compatriots, even a child of a few years old, it's spicy enough! Ruthless enough! Ding Yi said coldly, his voice as if squeezed out between his teeth.

A few people took small steps back, and one of them, a man with a meaty face, said angrily: "The Holy Fire Sect is doing business, idle people get out!" ”

"Holy Fire Cult!" Ding Yi's expression was cold, and his face was cold at the next moment, and he said softly: "Don't let me know that you have a family!" ”

"What do you mean?" The man waved his right knife and shouted at Ding Yi.

Ding Yi glanced at the other party, his left hand slowly stretched out, and when he was on par with the man's blade, he said, "I really want to slaughter your whole family!" ”

As soon as his voice fell, Ding Yi's internal force agitated, and a force rushed out from his left hand, using the most violent and rude posture, with the momentum of the wave surging, and punched the man's lower abdomen with a heavy punch.

Countering violence with violence, for Ding Yi, he can't bear it, so he must endure it again!

Everyone just felt that their breath was stagnant, and the next moment they lost Ding Yi's figure in front of them, and in the blink of an eye, a body rose into the air, and under the setting sun, a bright red blood blurted out from his mouth, and his body folded together like a puddle of mud after flying dozens of feet.

The dead man was all shattered in bones, and it exploded bloody on the spot!

"You, you!" The remaining three people saw that Ding Yi's eyes were cold and awe-inspiring, and they kept walking towards him, and on his left hand, there was a faint blood, and the kind of eyes that looked at the dead made them extremely frightened.

Call!

A wind swept by, and in a moment three muffled snorts sounded, and several figures flew out, and each of them was shattered at the moment of the blow, and their internal organs were shattered, and before they died, they didn't even have a chance to shout.

"You damned, evil heretic, so big, so daring, you dare to kill the people of the Holy Fire Cult!" The Persians shouted angrily.

"Guts?" Ding Yi smiled coldly, and said to Deng Baichuan at the next moment: "Leave these three beasts, and don't leave the remaining one, let them see first, what is bold!" ”

"Good!"

The storm and evil couldn't help it for a long time, as soon as Ding Yi's words fell, his body floated up, and the three palms just slashed out, and suddenly the three bodies fell, Deng Baichuan and Bao Shifei The three of them also jumped out, and the eighteen palms of the dragon descending were powerful.

In a moment, the village dragon roared loudly, and the fierce strength rolled up a pile of wails, which spread far and wide in the silent Kunlun Mountains.

At this time, the three people who were miles away were all shocked: "There is a voice? ”

The white-clothed young man among the three was about to hear when a crisp cry sounded in his ears.

"Senior brother, in the southern position, I'll go first!" After speaking, there was a coquettish urging.

When the young man in white suddenly came over, the woman had already urged the horse to run dozens of feet away, and hurriedly shouted: "Senior sister, you wait for us!" ”

Several people hurriedly chased after the village, and a look of anger floated on their faces.

Deng Baichuan and the four of them used their hands and feet together, and they were ruthless, and the people in front of them were struggling with the knife or kneeling on the ground begging for mercy, and the fierce dragon palm was merciless, like a god of death, scraping the lives of these robbers.

“#￥..！”

A chirping sound sounded, and among the three Persians, a thick and tall man rushed out, and his big white palm was held out from his chest, like a pu fan slapping towards the nearby bag of right and wrong.

The tall Persian shot like a tiger, his movements were as fast as lightning, and the whistling palm force struck directly in front with a fierce and strong force.

Suddenly, the Persian who was making his own move felt a flower in front of him, and a phantom shadow stopped in front of him, and the phantom shadow shook and appeared, showing a thin figure, dressed in fierce clothes, and on the corner of his mouth, there was a knife-like coldness.

“#￥%%#..” A sentence burst out of the Persian's mouth, and the palm that was slapped out of the moment was withdrawn from the front, staying in front of his chest for a moment, bringing out a more violent force, and on his thick arm, the green tendons burst and exposed, and his body carried a violent momentum, slashing towards Ding Yi, and his eyes exuded a bloodthirsty light at this moment.

Ding Yi's color remained unchanged, and in the face of the surging force, his left hand spread out in front of him, drawing a large arc.

Burst!

The tall Persian's eyes bulged wide, and with a twist of his wrist, he slammed his palm on his lower abdomen, splashing a mouthful of blood on the spot, and when he opened his mouth in horror, he stopped abruptly for a moment.

"Hurry up and put down the Flowing Cloud Messenger! Allah spares you the death penalty! ”

The Chinese-speaking envoy among the Persians exclaimed, and at this moment he clearly saw a thin little hand pinching the neck of the Liuyun envoy and slowly rising, and immediately exclaimed.

"Drop?" Ding Yi smiled coldly, looking at the Persian who was still struggling with his eyes freely, his left hand suddenly exerted force, and there was a crisp bone breaking sound, and in a moment the Persian's face was red, and two pairs of fan-like hands pulled Ding Yi's fingers between his neck, but no matter how hard he tried, Ding Yi's left hand was as firm as an iron tong!

"In front of me, there is no living mouth!"

Ding Yi's left hand suddenly strengthened, and there was a loud neck bang in a moment, and the Persian, who was still struggling just now, suddenly turned his neck away, and his struggling body straightened down. (To be continued.) )

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