Fat Liu was so frightened that his legs were weak.

"If you dare to say one more word, I won't know how you died. Cold, harsh words came out of the mouths of the members of the Shadows.

The group of people behind the fat man stood there in shock......

Even the mourning biao who was holding the gun on the other side had his eyes wide open, and the gun in his hand didn't dare to turn around.

Because these people are so terrifying...... It's amazing......

Fat Liu was even more frightened that his crotch was wet, the beads of sweat on his face were flowing down one by one, and his legs were even more trembling......

"Good...... Good...... I don't say...... Don't say ......," Liu Fatzi trembled in his mouth and spat out words.

He was afraid of death, more than anyone else.

The mad cow over there could also sense that these strangers were absolutely terrifying, so he was very smart to keep his mouth shut, and besides, his chest and ribs had been completely shattered, and even if he wanted to be strong now, he didn't have the ability.

The underworld gangsters around them, seeing that the leader didn't dare to speak, they naturally didn't dare to move.

However, only Tang Xiaolong, who was covered in blood over there, and Ah Qiu, they were staring at the Luohe Futu in front of them......

Because they recognize these strange and cold people in front of them.

Ever since the last time he met the dark ghost, Tang Xiaolong had deeply remembered the cold aura emanating from that ghost, and now this group of people was the same as the dark ghost last time, so could they be from the Duanmu family?

How could the people of the Duanmu family get involved in this matter?

After Liu Fatzi and Mad Bull over there didn't dare to move, the blood monk finally squinted his eyes and walked towards the brothers and Li Tian who were already covered in scars here.

"You ...... You guys...... Is it from the Dark Duanmu family?"

Chen Qiaozhi was pale there, coughing while looking at the blood monk in front of him and the people following him.

Hearing Chen Qiaozhi tell his identity all of a sudden, the four elders of the Duanmu family, the blood monk, suddenly laughed gloomily.

The voice was shrill and harsh, and he said, "I can't think of anyone recognizing us......"

When he heard that the person in front of him was indeed the Duanmu family, Tang Xiaolong and Chen Qiaozhi on this side suddenly changed their faces.

"What do you want to do?" Tang Xiaolong said, holding the injury on his chest, and stood hard.

His eyes were swollen and bursting with fighting intent, as if he was preparing to fight with the four elders of the Duanmu family, the blood monk.

But the Blood Monk sneered and said, "If you don't want to die, stay with me honestly...... It's better not to talk too much. ”

His voice was already shrill and unpleasant, and it was completely polar from his people.

When he said such words at this moment, Tang Xiaolong, who was strong in blood, was furious.

Tang Xiaolong is the kind of person who will not bow his head when he dies, even if he knows that he will die, just like now.

He clenched his fists tightly, even if he was covered in blood and wounds, he didn't care.

"Lao Tzu fought with you. ”

With Tang Xiaolong's roar, he raised his fist and struck at the Blood Monk.

Tang Xiaolong, who was too seriously injured, and his body was overdrawn to the limit, and the punch that was smashed out had no strength at all, and it had no effect at all......

When the punch was thrown, the blood monk didn't even look at it.

A big rough hand didn't know it, and suddenly pinched Tang Xiaolong's neck from that place.

"You're looking for death. ”

As the sharp words spat out of his mouth, he was ready to pinch Tang Xiaolong in front of him to death.

"Fourth...... Let them go. ”

Just when the blood monk was about to kill Tang Xiaolong, the blind Luohe Futu said a faint sentence from his mouth.

Hearing the words of Luohe Futu, the great elder of the Duanmu family, the blood monk sneered, slowly let go of his arm, and the lying dragon fell to the ground with a thud, his neck was pinched by the blood monk's inadvertent move just now, and his neck glowed purple and red...... There are also five finger prints on it that are as clear as ghosts.

If it hadn't been for the Naluo River Futu opening his mouth just now, it is estimated that Tang Xiaolong in front of him would really be pinched to death.

"Count your fate, you are the first person to live in me. The Blood Monk smiled sharply in his voice.

He was not wrong at all, the blood monk's subordinates never left a living mouth.

Therefore, he was named the most ferocious of the four elders of the Duanmu family, named: Blood Monk.

But the words of Luohe Futu, the blood monk had to listen.

That's because Luohe Futu is a hundred times more awesome than the blood monk.

After hearing the old voice of Luohe Futu, Chen Qiaozhi couldn't help but focus on Luohe Futu's face at this moment.

His hair was all gray...... The two eyes without black pupils gave people a strange feeling, rolling on the slight cheek.

Standing there with his hands behind his back.

The moment Chen Qiaozhi saw him, he was suddenly shocked there.

That shock was something that the sick scholar Chen Qiaozhi had never seen before, and even when Li Tian was using the Rashomon Nine Styles, Chen Qiaozhi in front of him had never been so shocked.

Could it be that Chen Qiaozhi knew the white-haired blind old man in front of him?

As soon as the Luo River comes out, all living beings will be slaughtered!

Eight words suddenly flashed from Chen Qiaozhi's mind in front of him.

Could it be that he is the Luohe Futu that shook the north and south of the river back then?

Chen Qiaozhi, a sick scholar, has always been known for his erudition and resourcefulness, and he had heard of the prestige of Luohe Futu in northern Liaoning more than ten years ago.

The underworld of northern Liaobei regards the Luohe floating slaughter as a god.

The underworld giant crocodile in the Asian area, everyone must know the murderer who once fought in the Valley of the Dead.

Luohe Futu.

He was the Luohe Futu back then.

When he was young, he amassed thousands of glory and a murderer.

For so many years, he has already been crowned as a god-level figure, and he rarely appears in the underworld...... His deeds have become distant legends in the outside world.

But who would have imagined that here, the sick scholar Chen Qiaozhi actually saw this strange person in person.

He was shocked, of course.

Why did Luohe Futu appear here? And with this murderer like a monk in front of him?

What the hell are they doing here?

"That kid is dying...... Boss, do we still want such a character?" the blood monk of the Duanmu family suddenly looked at the Luohe Futu in front of him in a sharp voice and asked.

Luohe Futu said slightly: "Yes." ”

The blood monk was a little disappointed, but he didn't say much.

"Black Eagle, did you see him use that trick too?" asked Luohe Futu suddenly.

Black Eagle, the number one person in the dark department of the Duanmu family standing behind him, stepped forward at this moment, and let out a low mumble in his mouth, staring at Li Tian who was dead on the ground with a pair of eagle eyes.