"Stick to the dog's head!" Bai Huang struck a man in black with an angry blow, and the strong force inevitably made the opponent's head bleed and suffered a concussion. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Although his combat power is extraordinary, and his physical fitness is far from being comparable to ordinary people, he can't stand the other party's many people, and if he wants to protect the night sky, it is naturally impossible to pretend calmly. Just now, due to excessive force, he threw off the burden tied to the stick. Not only did it contain all kinds of picnic supplies, but it also needed his beloved little iron pot.

This naturally made him furious, and he shook off another burden with a broken jar, and embarked on his crazy dog-fighting road with a long stick. He held the night sky in his left hand, and the long stick in his right hand thrust straight through, stabbing a large number of people to the ground.

The long stick in the hand trips, splits, entangles, pokes, picks, leads, seals, and turns, and is the essence of the dog-beating stick method. Well, don't blow it, in fact, this guy is just relying on his high-level sword skills to bully and bully this group of ordinary thugs. When you hit the head, you shout "stick the dog's head", and when you hit the opponent's buttocks, you shout "cut the dog's buttocks", who can't do it!

This group of men in black originally thought that the other party was just an ordinary outsider, but they didn't expect that the other party could easily defeat them with a little girl in their arms. The bald head of the leader was in a cold sweat, and seeing that the other party would soon be able to break through the encirclement of his subordinates, he hurriedly took out a long cylinder and released a dazzling red brilliance into the air.

As the so-called cloud-piercing arrow, thousands of troops will come to meet each other, and the members of the Rhodes family who see the red ** scorpion pattern will soon arrive here, and there are many powerful warriors and demons among them. But the same people who have been obstructing their Modia Brotherhood may also send men to clash with them.

However, these are not things that the bald head should consider, and his task is not to let the target escape from his eyes.

Hearing the sound of the arrow rising, Bai Huang knew that something was wrong, he didn't know why that oily guy had braids, but he was sure that it was definitely not his own pot, and he naturally knew the severity of his shot, and it was impossible to kill a little injury. However, the other party obviously won't reason with him, and the only way to do this now is to get rid of their entanglement before deciding to stay.

"There are no dogs in the world!" Bai Huang shouted angrily, and shot out a heavy stick shadow, knocking down all the black-clothed people who rushed forward. With a click, this beggar treasure was finally broken by the fierce force. Bai Huang sighed, chose a direction closer to the alley and broke out, so fast that he almost pulled out the afterimage, and disappeared in the eyes of the bald head in a blink of an eye.

"Hurry up and chase Lao Tzu! If he is allowed to escape, no one will inevitably lose his skin!" "Enduring the severe pain of dislocation, the bald head chased into the dim alley with his subordinates who could still move, but in addition to a few thin yellow dogs half-dead in the corner, there was still Bai Huang's figure.

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On the other side, at the entrance to the lower town, snooker, dressed in a rich dark velvet coat and gold-trimmed deerskin boots, proudly descended the dusty yellow staircase. The two rows of gold buttons on his chest were gleamingly arranged, and even in this messy environment, they were still spotless, as if there was an inexplicable force that isolated snooker from the surroundings.

Looking at the dirty and messy lower city, there was undisguised disgust on his face, but there was no trace of wave in his gaze at the civilians, as if he was looking at ants.

Behind him were the elites who were different from those in black, who were not only well-trained, but also had the most sophisticated equipment, including both good men who led troops in battle and strong men with extraordinary combat power.

They are the "Red Scorpion Guards", which can be named after the family emblem of the Rhodes family, and their combat power can be imagined. However, in the eyes of snooker, they are just a little better than burdensome, and it has to be said that the arrogance of the Rhodes family has broken away from the category of general complacency, self-confidence, pride and narcissism, and has risen to a state of unconscious shamelessness, belonging to absolute egocentrism.

This absolute self-confidence is also one of the sources of his strength, but it is also easy to be exploited.

At this time, in a dark and treacherously decorated hall located in the basement of the lower city, the president of the Modya Brotherhood, Cavin, was listening to his subordinates' reports with several demons who exuded an astonishing momentum. And the focus of the report is neither the specific situation of the conflict between the lower city and the Rhodes family, nor the black-haired outsider who was used as a scapegoat, but the eldest son of the Rhodes family, Snoke!

Whether it's at the Rhodes home base, on the way to the lower town, or after that, his every move is exposed to the eyes of the Modia Brotherhood. And everyone in the hall also has a detailed record and estimate of the abilities that snooker possesses, including his usual moves and habits, and even the analysis of the cause of death of the opponent he killed.

The level of detail made the scalps of several people reading it tingle, and a thought invariably rose in their minds, that is, if they were to be investigated and laid out in such a targeted manner, then they would be somewhat sure that they would be able to escape.

The answer seems self-evident.

Even that arrogant guy will be a corpse in a minute. This absolute self-confidence is also one of the sources of his strength, but it is also easy to be exploited.

At this time, in a dark and treacherously decorated hall located in the basement of the lower city, the president of the Modya Brotherhood, Cavin, was listening to his subordinates' reports with several demons who exuded an astonishing momentum. And the focus of the report is neither the specific situation of the conflict between the lower city and the Rhodes family, nor the black-haired outsider who was used as a scapegoat, but the eldest son of the Rhodes family, Snoke!

Whether it's at the Rhodes home base, on the way to the lower town, or after that, his every move is exposed to the eyes of the Modia Brotherhood. And everyone in the hall also has a detailed record and estimate of the abilities that snooker possesses, including his usual moves and habits, and even the analysis of the cause of death of the opponent he killed.

The level of detail made the scalps of several people reading it tingle, and a thought invariably rose in their minds, that is, if they were to be investigated and laid out in such a targeted manner, then they would be somewhat sure that they would be able to escape.

The answer seems self-evident.

Even that arrogant guy will be a corpse in a minute. The level of detail made the scalps of several people reading it tingle, and a thought invariably rose in their minds, that is, if they were to be investigated and laid out in such a targeted manner, then they would be somewhat sure that they would be able to escape.

The answer seems self-evident.

Even that arrogant guy will be a corpse in a minute. (To be continued.) )