readx;?Chapter 103 The Xiao family's hole cards?

Mamaiti Mullah looked at the old man standing proudly like a spear not far away with a gloomy expression, and his eyes revealed endless cruelty and resentment. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 info His face was obscured by a scarf painted with bohemian patterns, revealing only two eyes that were not very large, but it seemed that this was what made him more terrifying.

At the very least, several middle-aged people in black suits and armed weapons standing behind the old man felt endless pressure. They are just ordinary Dou Masters, the youngest people are over forty years old, therefore, the supply of resources from the family is far less than those real geniuses, their job is to specifically eliminate those opponents of the Xiao family, and then use these merits in exchange for more resources, so as to help them reach the realm of Great Dou Shi faster. The treatment that a great fighter can enjoy is completely different from that of a fighter.

Bullying the weak and fearing the hard, of course, is a common disease for everyone, as long as there are creatures like people, this inferior root rooted in the deepest part of human nature will not die. Of course, the same is true of the Xiao family's fighters, not to mention, many of them are not from the Xiao family, they are just abandoned babies picked up by the Xiao family from outside or mercenaries hired directly from all over the world.

For these guys, playing a tailwind fight is of course what they do best, and once in the face of adversity, it is easy to cause a breakdown. And the Xiao family's way of dealing with it is also very simple and rude, that is, even the method. Whoever dares to run away will directly kill his family together, of course, if he kills the enemy, he will naturally have a rich reward.

But no matter what, letting them face a strange person who can actually compete with a one-star fighting spirit is still a bit beyond the limit of their psychological endurance. This is not a battle, this is a death sentence! Fortunately, that weirdo still has people of the same level to restrain them, and they only need to deal with those few little minions. This...... Maybe it's really a blessing in misfortune.

However, what they didn't know was that Mamaiti Mullah, who had already been preconceived and identified as a peerless murderer, was also secretly complaining, he originally thought that he could easily and happily crush the entire Xiao family, after all, it was just a dilapidated family that even the great fighters were rare, but ...... This sudden appearance of the fighting spirit completely crushed his confidence. If there can be one, will there be more? He can barely deal with a one-star Dou Ling, and he won't lose too ugly no matter how he says it. But only Allah knows how much power the Xiao family still hides. This is completely different from what I have said before.

Could it be...... Is it calculated?

This dark thought can never be dispelled once it crosses his mind, and he has definitely many enemies within the sect, not to mention the contradictions between those large and small factions, between the secular and the fundamentalist, are simply staggering. If there really are some opponents who want to take the opportunity to kill him......

Although it is a very shameless thing to face an opponent like the Xiao family and still need to ask for help, but the long-term struggle has already taught Maimaiti a truth, those who are unwilling to admit the status quo, and only think that they can win and redeem by relying on luck and relying on a stubborn attitude, are all dead, and they are very ugly.

Taking a step back, even if you want to die, you must pull a few cushions together, otherwise it won't be too cost-effective?

Damn the Xiao family, all of them should go to hell, they are so deeply hidden...... If there is even a Douwang hidden in the shadows...... This result is completely unimaginable. If that were the case, that day would definitely be the last of his life.

At the moment when these two people were fighting with each other, their subordinates had already become a mess, and the people of the Xiao family obviously had the upper hand. Almost none of the Xiao family guards brought by this old man are below the strength of the seven-star fighter, and Maimaiti's subordinates are completely uneven, and even the scum who is only equivalent to the nine-star fighter has one, and the number of people is one less than the Xiao family's guards.

Looking at this scene like feng shui taking turns, Maimaiti finally couldn't continue to be indifferent - if those people were to divide the winners, then the situation he would face would only be more sinister, and he would even be besieged - therefore, he could only take action in advance. Even though, it may cost him a head start.

There was no temptation, and he used the greatest force he could muster. The fighting spirit of the whole body was used to the extreme, and the scimitar in his hand roared down, bringing a burst of wind like a ghost howl. If he couldn't make a quick decision, then once the winner was decided over there—he was pretty sure that the group of faith-only rabble under his command couldn't defeat the elite Xiao family guards who had been fighting for many years—he would probably be besieged. In that case, he would only die a worse death, how could he have the time and leisure to do some temptation?

The scimitar and spear collided with each other, and there was a dull sound of gold and iron.

Maimaiti's wrist twisted, and a fierce light suddenly broke out in his eyes, and the scimitar in his hand slashed through a strange arc and slashed at the old man's chest. At the same time, his left hand quickly crushed a piece of iron with a strange pattern.

A terrifying spiritual power surged towards the old man like a tide, although he was a one-star fighting spirit, but the soul strength was not very high, even if the spiritual power that this iron piece could actually carry could only make him a little trance for a moment, at this time, it was enough.

The scimitar that slashed at the old man's chest suddenly changed again, slashing heavily on his right arm, splashing poignant blood, and also allowing the old man to completely get out of his trance, and subconsciously smashed his fist on Maimaiti's chest.

The first round of encounters, the end.

Two of them, both defeated.

PS: I have to admit that there is a lot more work to be done this week than the previous week. There are a lot of professional books to read, many subjects to study on their own, and time to complete two papers in their majors, and even another history book that I have been writing every day (at least during the working day) has not done much, which is really not very leisurely. Therefore, regarding the issue of renewal, I would like your forgiveness only in three.

We are the Xiao family all their lives, of course, we want to use all the things that are inhumane but very useful, such as the revolutionary soldier sitting method or something......