Meng Fusheng's face was extremely difficult to see at this time, he thought that he could easily win the opponent, but at this moment, he was terrified.

Regarding the strength of his subordinates, Meng Fusheng still has a certain amount of confidence, otherwise he would not have been the boss of Fuguang City for so long.

But the situation in front of him was completely beyond Meng Fusheng's expectations.

Ling He and the others, who had been robbed of their property in front of them, but were cowardly and cowardly and did not dare to fight back, seemed to have completely changed, one by one they became Jedi killers, and under the siege of five or six people, they could still have the upper hand, and the members of the Red Blood Brigade, Mo said that they were going to take them down, and they didn't even have the ability to hurt them by half an inch.

The speed of those men far exceeded that of the members of the Red Blood Brigade, and their attack was lightning fast and impossible to see.

Whereas......

What shocked Meng Fusheng the most was the man in scale armor who stood in front of Monsoon Yan.

Tall, mighty, and the weapon in his hand was also strange that Meng Fusheng had never seen before, but his strength was so strong that it directly sent chills down Meng Fusheng's spine.

Who has ever seen a monster that can still be invincible with one block of hundreds?

This man is.

No matter what angle the Red Blood Brigade launched an attack on Monsoon Smoke, Yang Jian's figure would appear like a ghost, and before the other party could get even half a step close to Monsoon Smoke, he would kill him to the ground.

And one lethal move.

They were all cut off, and the members of the Red Blood Brigade were not given the slightest chance to struggle.

What's even more terrifying is that within seven steps of the monsoon smoke's body, there is no blood stained, and everyone is close to the monsoon smoke seven steps away, and they are killed.

And the monsoon smoke was smiling like a flower in the bloody rain, and the eyes that seemed to be smiling were mixed with an evil and arrogant murderous aura, sweeping away the killing scene in front of him.

Meng Fusheng had never encountered such a formidable opponent, and even the World Destroyer who appeared in the army that was chasing them at the beginning did not have such a fast speed.

What are these people?

Meng Fusheng suddenly felt that his scalp was numb, and the situation in front of him made him feel an ominous premonition.

In the blood, Monsoon Smoke was alone, there was no trace of blood on his body, and countless figures pounced on her again and again, but he was killed by Yang Jian Seven steps away from her, Mo said that he was going to hurt her, I was afraid that he couldn't even take half a step more.

Monsoon smoke slowly opened her feet, unhurried steps, as casual as a quiet walk in a comfortable valley, and beside her, death came again and again.

She stepped across the blood-stained land and walked to the giant god soldier who had been sleeping for thousands of years.

No one knew what Monsoon Smoke was trying to do, and everyone was already stupefied by the unexpected battle situation in front of them.

Old Xu was already frightened, but under the protection of the Poison King and the strong man who was rescued from the dungeon by Monsoon Smoke, he was not injured at all, but his face was extremely embarrassed.

He watched with his own eyes that the Red Blood Brigade, which had been powerful in Fuguang City for many years, was slaughtered by Ling He and others like lambs at will, and everything in front of him completely subverted Xu Lao's perception of power.

And the shock in Xu Lao's heart happened to be the voice of all the spectators in Fuguang City.

No one thought that these dozen or so people who seemed to be messing around would really crush the Red Blood Brigade and not be able to hold their heads up. [End of Chapter]