On this day, Ye Wushuang and Zou Haoran discussed and said something in that small private conference room, no one knew, in short, it was mysterious, and even the people closest to them didn't know, but after the two came out, the YD smile on their faces was really terrifying, just like two hiding in a corner that no one knew about doing some dirty things like you pushing me, I pushing you, etc., it made people get goosebumps all over their bodies when they looked at it.

After that, apart from Ye Wushuang, who had been secretly deploying troops, there was nothing else to do.

......

A day later, dusk begins to set, and night begins to rise.

A scream drifting through the darkness broke all silence.

At the Peninsula Hotel, Ye Wushuang, who had been sitting in the transparent restaurant with his eyes closed, suddenly opened his eyes, and a trace of coldness flashed in his eyes.

At the same time, the priest and others who were holding the coffee in their hands also put down the quilt in their hands, and Soros smiled and said, "It's here!"

Ye Wushuang didn't speak, he had a cigarette between his fingers, but he didn't worry, he slowly paced to the window, glanced into the distance, and immediately smiled: "Li Han, who was born from the grassroots, really came to avenge his ninth uncle, this thing is very strange, a moment ago he was as cowardly as a sheep, once he was poked in the sore spot, he was immediately as murderous as a wolf!"

I saw that at the end of the street not too far away, there were black people everywhere!

East, south, west, north, all sides, all directions, more than a dozen streets, all full of people, like a swarm of bees, rushing towards The Peninsula Hotel!

The crowd is surging like a black cloud!

Everyone, carrying a cold and clear knife, dressed in black, with a white cloth belt tied on their heads, their steps are pressing, and they are pressed step by step!

The gangsters of New Ngee An!

At the head of it, a middle-aged man carried a Pu knife upside down, with a fierce aura, who is it not Li Han?

It's just that today's Li Han's eyes are red, like a beast that has been hit in a sore spot!

......

Ye Wushuang looked coldly at this unpredictable number of Xinyi'an gangsters, didn't say much, just the corners of his mouth turned up slightly, took out a mobile phone, quickly dialed a number, and without waiting for the other party to speak, he quickly ordered: "No need to say more, one word - war!"

"Good!"

A deep voice came, and the next moment, the phone was cut off from the other side.

......

At the end of the ten-mile long street, a sudden change occurred at this time.

Countless black-clothed people slowly walked out from the corner of the street, these black-clothed people, each wearing masks, their eyes were cloudy, with an aura from the darkness, all of them were the generals of the Qing Gang in the past and the warriors of the Yuntianhui today!

However, there was no longer half of the depression before, just because, in front of them, a slender man was already standing with a knife.

The number one warrior of the Green Gang, Mo Long!

In the past, the war totem of the Green Gang, a horizontal to that side, it means that the blood will be killed, and the Tang Dao pointed out, the Green Gang will move forward.

Almost immediately, this group of Yuntianhui warriors had already blocked all the intersections, and it was a roadblock that came out of thin air, directly blocking the way of Xin Yi'an, only separated by a distance of thirty or forty meters, and Mo Long was directly opposite to Li Han!

"Quick Knife Molong, the lackey of the Dark Council today!"

Li Han slowly spit out a sentence, and then, he slowly took out a piece of black iron from his arms and threw it forward!

The ink dragon didn't move, the iron order was in the air, and with a "clang" sound, it was inserted at his feet, one side of the flames were burning, and the other side of the iron throne was up and down, crushing the underground world, but it was the flame slaughtering the city!

"Your order, Lao Tzu took it!"

Li Hanyi drew the Pu knife in his hand, pointed directly at Molong, and shouted: "Come and fight with Lao Tzu!"

"Bang!"

The Tang knife came out of the wolf's skin sheath and swept through a blue arc of light, which was extremely cold.

From beginning to end, Mo Long didn't say a word, the murderous aura was brewing in silence, Tang Dao was unsheathed, and he made the most direct answer with the blade in his hand!

"Kill!"

With a loud shout, the two of them rushed directly towards each other like two cannonballs out of the chamber, and they were indomitable!

Tang Dao and Pu Dao, two killers who drank countless human blood exchanged in the air, accompanied by a crisp sound of "sonorous", sparks splashed everywhere, and they used their strength to have the most direct contest and collision.

Li Han held the knife in both hands, his face was hideous, while driving Molong's Tang knife, while staring coldly at Molong's eyes, a pair of eyes like copper bells, flashing with hatred, roared: "Today, Lao Tzu must personally cut off Ye Wushuang's head and pay tribute to my dead ninth uncle!"

Mo Long spoke for the first time, and there were not many words, only one sentence: "You are not worthy! If you insist, step on my corpse!"

As the words fell, Tang Dao slashed upward, and then with a flick of his wrist, the blade had already turned back, and stabbed directly at Li Han's door, as fast as lightning!

This blow is like thunder!

Li Han didn't see where this knife came from at all, and at the same time he was shocked in his heart, with his intuition of flowing through the sea of blood and blood, he immediately took a step back, and then swept across his chest with the Pu knife!

"Khooth!"

There was another blow, and then, Mo Long's knife was swept away! But the two fought, and it was already a momentum of fighting with an indomitable momentum, and Li Han took a step back, and he had already fallen into the inferior position, and lost the room to take the initiative to attack.

At that moment, he took a step forward, and the moment his feet hit the ground, he only heard a "snap" sound, and even the asphalt road on the ground was trampled to pieces, and when Li Han retreated and the empty door was wide open, an elbow strike smashed on Li Han's heart at the same time as it was pasted.

At this moment, but he borrowed the momentum of the forward rush, and he was fierce, containing the power of a thousand jun, and Li Han, who was hit at that time, stumbled, and a crisp sound of "click" spread from the bones to the depths of the ears, obviously the sternum was broken.

Mo Long's attack was endless, and his body suddenly turned into a violent wind, leaving a series of afterimages in place, and he actually jumped up directly, and the whole person was like an eagle hitting the sky, rushing directly to Li Han's brain!

Rao is Li Han has been in the bloody killing field thousands of times, and at this time, he was also scared into a cold sweat, and subconsciously looked up, but greeted his ...... It's an oversized girl with at least forty-three yards!

"Smack!"

It's a crisp sound!

The soles of the shoes were directly printed on Li Han's face! The crisp sound was even more fucking crisp than slapping his face with a shoehorn, and it was loud and loud, and he heard it clearly!

Then, Li Han flew out upside down, and Molong landed!

"Roar!"

At this time, the Yuntianhui black disciples roared at the same time, and their momentum was violent, and there was a hint of mockery in it, which was a mockery of Li Han - the momentum was amazing, but he was stepped on by someone with the sole of his shoe and flew back with a foot on his face, it was a joke!

Li Han landed, from his forehead to his chin, in the middle of his face, impartially printed with an oversized shoe print, very happy, his face was blue for a while, red for a while, almost not directly crazy, at that time, a mouthful of old blood came up, and roared: "Grass, mom, Molong!"

"Joker!"

Mo Long is cheap enough, he actually supported his body with his left foot, lifted the right foot of the stepping person, patted the soles of his shoes, and said, "Dirty my soles, it's still a famous brand!"

"Poof!"

At that time, Li Han spurted out another mouthful of old blood, his eyes were red, and he roared: "Kill Lao Tzu!"

"Just wait!"

Mo Long put down his feet, the mockery on his face receded, and he drew the Tang knife: "Yun Tianerlang, the first battle will be won, look at my long knife, kill!"

“......”

(Recently, the flowers are very weak, Lao Chu knows that it may be a problem with the chapters, conspiracy or something, eighty percent of the brothers don't like to read it, but these must be written, but it's over, just start with this one, the foreshadowing that should be done has been done!)