Song Qingfeng looked at the brocade rat in front of him who was smiling dangerously, and knew it in his heart.

This time the brocade rat is here to force Song Qingfeng to make a statement, this person has not hesitated to expose his plans and ambitions, this time he is naturally not afraid of the consequences, the motive is not important, what Song Qingfeng can't understand is why this brocade rat dares to expose his ambitions.

Song Qingfeng put away the appearance of the old and weak: "Have you forgotten, although I am a rotten wood body, I have delayed a lot of effort over the years, but I am still a super-first-class master of the deterrent side, why do you want to eat me?"

Song Qingfeng straightened his waist, his whole body was full of qi and blood like a dragon, his whole body was swollen and his robe was constantly bulging, and his originally skinny body quickly became full under the filling of qi and blood, and he saw that the whole person was raised by two knots.

Every city lord of the nine major cities is a hero, Song Qingfeng Rao has been delayed in Songmen City for so many years, and his kung fu has still not fallen.

The brocade rat squinted at the surging Song Qingfeng: "I looked away, I thought it was an old thing that was about to die, but I didn't expect it to be an entrenched dragon." ”

Song Qingfeng grinned, and the green tendons burst out on his neck like a python, twisting his neck: "I haven't moved my muscles and bones for a long time, and I don't know how much of my kung fu is left." ”

The smiling face of the brocade mouse became more and more sinister: "It seems that there is nothing to talk about?"

Song Qingfeng smiled in return: "The rules of the rivers and lakes, promise me, I will promise you!"

With a deep roar, the breath that coiled around the body suddenly swept through the room like a wind, and the brocade rat only felt a cold and greasy feeling filling the space, as if it was being stared at by a poisonous snake hidden in the middle of nowhere, and its body stiffened uncontrollably.

At this moment, Song Qingfeng moved up, kicked at the chest and abdomen of the brocade mouse, kicked back the brocade rat that he wanted to lift, broke the door and window, and the whole person was kicked out of the room by Song Qingfeng, and then Song Qingfeng kicked the octagonal table in the room in the direction where the brocade rat was kicked away, and the whole person followed.

The brocade mouse was kicked and flew halfway to regain control of itself, facing an octagonal table and subconsciously splitting it with a palm, but after splitting it, it was found that there was a lot of things in the table, and an object in it was split upside down by this involuntary palm, followed by Song Qingfeng held this object in his hand, and a cold cold light appeared in the air in the residue of wood slag!

A sword light went straight to the door of the brocade rat like a poisonous snake spitting out a letter!

Seeing this, the brocade rat hurriedly twisted its body in the air, and the whole person fell backwards as much as possible, but he still didn't dodge the sword, and blood flashed in the air.

In the eyes of the brocade mouse, Song Qingfeng fluttered lightly and landed with the sword, and the whole person seemed to turn into a breeze, holding the long sword in his left hand, and a drop of red blood trembled with the sound of the sword on the tip of the sword.

"Ahem...... Qingfeng swordsmanship ......" The brocade rat struggled to get up: "I didn't expect this righteous and bright swordsmanship to be assassinated by you." ”

Song Qingfeng's hand holding the sword shook, and the blood beads on the tip of the sword were thrown to the ground, turning into bright and dazzling splash marks: "As long as you don't find a chance to penetrate the qi and blood around your body, the momentum of your sea tide is not worth mentioning, it seems that you still underestimate the heroes of the world." ”

"Heroes?" The brocade rat seemed to be stimulated by hearing this word, regardless of the waist and abdominal injury, and rushed towards Song Qingfeng, Song Qingfeng subconsciously poked out a sword and forced the brocade rat to retreat, but the brocade rat hit the tip of the sword with his left chest in Song Qingfeng's frightened gaze, and the tip of the sword hit the left chest of the brocade rat with a crisp sound, as if it hit an iron plate, Song Qingfeng was attacked by the brocade mouse, revealing a flaw, Song Qingfeng was found a breakthrough by the tide of the brocade mouse, and the brocade rat blatantly punched out his fist, and several fists hit Song Qingfeng's chest like a stormy wave, knocking it to the ground with a point of breaking the surface。

In the blink of an eye, the pros and cons were reversed, and the brocade rat dragged the bleeding waist and abdomen injury at Song Qingfeng with the same smile as Fang Cai: "You are also worthy of being called a hero?"

Song Qingfeng held his chest and abdomen and said weakly: "Even if you kill me, you won't be able to control Songmen City." ”

The brocade rat grinned: "I didn't come to this Songmen City alone. ”

Blacksmith Avenue, the door of the Shiji blacksmith shop, is a mess.

"Garbage, it's all garbage. ”

In the stone smithy shop, the woman in charge of reception sat on the ground, her eyes were full of tears, those apprentices and shopkeepers fell to the ground and did not know whether they were alive or dead, and there was a group of people with swords and smiling ill intentions inside and outside the blacksmith shop, these people pretended to be customers and sneaked into the store, and then suddenly rioted and started to do it, all that could be seen were smashed by this group of people, not to mention, and many blacksmith apprentices and masters in the shop were disabled, especially the hands, these knocked down blacksmiths' arms were twisted into strange shapes, and it seemed that even if they were cured in this life, it would be impossible to beat iron with a hammer。

At this time, there was chaos on the blacksmith avenue, and most of the blacksmiths gathered at the door of the stone smithy shop, and the eyes of these people were all fixed on a man who knew that this person was arrogant just by looking at his back.

And more people are staring at his hands.

The man's hand was cut off shoulder to shoulder, and was replaced by a precision structure of the arm, the material was actually made of steel, and it was suspected that the wrist part was not a five-fingered palm, but a square-headed hammer the size of a human head, and the hammer head at both ends was flashing with the dark light of stainless steel because of the perennial grinding and forging, and the hammer body was full of traces of felt fire forging, obviously an old guy who had been on the battlefield for a long time.

The man brutally took down the elite weapon hanging on the wall of the stone smithy shop, pulled out one of the steel long swords and placed it on the iron felt at the door, and the arm mechanism suddenly flicked into an afterimage and smashed on it, and the iron hammer connected to the mechanism suddenly swung down, and the huge force in the roar broke this expensive and well-made steel long sword at the waist! The broken blade spun in the air and stuck diagonally on the ground.

"Humph!"

The man trampled the broken blade under his feet with a disdainful expression, and a smile distorted by the pleasure of revenge appeared on his face: "Call out your active boss who only knows how to build garbage! Tell him! My grandson's family is back!"

Shi Dangdang pushed aside the crowd, and saw that the person who came thought that it was the former enemy or a peer who came to smash the field, Songmen City was mixed, and it was not troublesome to find this kind of person, but the second half of the sentence made this person's purpose clear.

This man has come for revenge.

However, Shi Dangdang didn't know this person, and if he carried the black pot for someone else for no reason, Shi Dangdang would naturally be unwilling.

And......

Shi Dangdang saw the blacksmith apprentices who fell in the shop and didn't know whether they were alive or dead, and saw their twisted and deformed hands at a glance, although he had already sent someone to ask for a doctor to ask Sun Lao to come to the rescue, but it was twisted into this appearance, Rao is layman also knew that their hands must be useless, and there was nothing more painful for the blacksmith.