The sky was slightly dark, and the quiet and uninhabited alleyway suddenly became lively at this moment, and I saw a group of people dressed in black and holding long swords surrounding several brocade-clothed people in the middle.

"Who are you? How dare you attack our Yanyun Gang. ”

Among the several brocade-clothed people, a handsome young man with a folding fan in his hand looked up at the group of black-clothed people and asked in a cold tone.

"What kind of thing is the Yanyun Gang? It's ridiculous, Yan Nantian is gone, you are just a group of lost dogs at best, and you still want to be majestic here, I'm afraid you want to make people laugh off their big teeth." ”

Among the men in black, a man who looked like a leader heard the words of the handsome young man, shook the long sword in his hand, and said mercilessly and sarcastically.

"You ......"

When the handsome young man heard the other party's sarcastic words, his face flushed with anger, and he raised his hand to point at the man in black, and he was speechless for a while.

"The light rain is receding. ”

A middle-aged man who looked like a scribe among the brocade men waved his hand at the handsome young man and motioned for him to stand down.

"Yes. ”

The middle-aged scribe seemed to have a high prestige among the five brocade-clad men, and as soon as the handsome young man heard his words, he bowed his head and stepped aside.

"Since you look down on our Yanyun Gang so much, you must not mind leaving your name, I don't know which heroes you are?"

The middle-aged scribe seemed to have been in the top position for a long time, and his courage was extraordinary, and there was no fear on his face in the face of this situation, but he looked at the black-clothed man who surrounded them, and began to talk eloquently.

"Hahahaha! You are worthy of being the acting leader of the Yanyun Gang, you really have the courage, but it's a pity! Compared with your Lao Tzu Yan Nantian, you are still far behind. ”

Seeing the middle-aged scribe looking at them indifferently, the man in black who spoke just now couldn't help laughing, and after laughing, he still had a mocking look on his face.

"Hehe, it seems that you are just a bunch of rats with their heads and tails hidden. ”

When the middle-aged scribe heard the mocking words of the man in black, he also sneered and sneered.

"Why talk so much nonsense with a dead man, kill!"

The man in black heard the middle-aged scribe's retort, and was about to open his mouth to mock twice, when he was suddenly interrupted by a masked man beside him.

The man in black glanced at the masked man with some disbelief, but he didn't say anything, but raised his hand and gave the order.

"Kill! Leave no one behind. ”

With the order of the man in black, a group of men in black around him suddenly rushed towards the middle-aged scribe like a hornet that had left the nest.

"Fight and retreat, seek a way out, on!"

When the middle-aged scribe heard the man in black give an order, he first glanced at the masked man with some curiosity, and then whispered to the four people beside him.

The middle-aged scribe knew in his heart that the other party had come prepared this time, and they were not capable of the enemy, so they could only outwit and seek an opportunity to escape.

The masked man seemed to feel the middle-aged scribe's gaze, only to see him look up at the middle-aged scribe, with a cold killing intent in his eyes.

After seeing a group of black-clothed men fighting with a few middle-aged scribes, the masked man turned and left, as if he had come here to say a word and take a look at people.

The middle-aged scribe who was fighting the man in black did not know that the masked man had left, but he fought with the man in black while trying to find the masked man's figure.

It turned out that when the middle-aged scribe saw the masked man for the first time, he felt as if he had seen this person somewhere, so he searched for the masked man while fighting, he wanted to see who the other party was, and why he brought this group of men in black to attack and kill them.

"Big brother, there are too many of them, it's not a way to go on like this, why don't you go first! ”

Among the five brocade-clothed men, a burly man with a big knife in his hand slashed down several black-clothed people who were close to him, came to the middle-aged scribe, and spoke.

"No, as the helper, how can I leave you alone and escape!"

When the middle-aged scribe heard the burly man's words, he shook his head and flatly refused, asking him to abandon his brother and steal his life, which was absolutely impossible.

Bang!

Another thin man with a long sword among the five brocade-clothed men kicked several black-clothed people in front of him, and one jumped up, stepping on the heads of several black-clothed people, and flew next to the middle-aged scribe.

"Big brother, the third brother is right, there are too many of them, it's not a way to go on like this, you go first, their goal is you, as soon as you leave, they will naturally relax their offensive, so that we can get out, and big brother, you can also leave safely. ”

The thin man with a long sword was guarding in front of the middle-aged scribe and spoke comfortingly.

"No, if you want to go, Xiaoyu will go first, her kung fu is the weakest, and there is only one way to die after staying. ”

The middle-aged scribe was a little relieved when he heard the thin man's words, but he was still unwilling to go first, but wanted to let the weakest of the five kung fu people named Xiaoyu go first.

"No, I'm not leaving, if you want to go, you go first. ”

When the handsome young man named Xiaoyu heard the words of the middle-aged scribe, he also slowly came over, and he was reluctant to leave.

Bang!

Suddenly there was a loud noise, and the four of them were startled, and they all looked up, and it turned out to be the short fat man with a pair of big hammers among the five, and smashed the hammer into the wall of the alley, smashing all the walls alive, revealing a large hole.

"Big brother, let's go!"

The short fat man slammed his hammer again, smashing the black-clothed men who rushed up into the air, and shouted at the middle-aged scribe.

After shouting, the short fat man rushed to the crowd of black-clothed people with a pair of sledgehammers, raised his hands, and waved the two sledgehammers in his hands vigorously.

Seeing this, the middle-aged scribe and the others also worked together to find a way out, and rushed to the big hole made by the short and fat man in the wall together.

"A bunch of garbage, what are you doing? Don't stop them. ”

When the man in black who gave the order just now saw this scene, he couldn't help but scold.

Those black-clothed people who looked at the short and fat man cowered also reacted when they heard the leader's scolding, and they all shifted their targets and rushed towards the middle-aged scribe and others who ran here.

"Get out of the way!"

The burly man who rushed to the front among the middle-aged scribes and others looked at the black-clothed people who surrounded him, scolded, raised the big knife in his hand, and slashed down, the white knife flashed, like lightning in a rainy night, and the eyes of several black-clothed people who rushed up flashed, and they couldn't see the content clearly for a while, and they were slashed by the burly man with a knife, and blood splashed and fell to the ground.

Following behind the burly man, a handsome young man named Xiaoyu was not far behind, I saw her open the folding fan in her hand, and threw it out with her hand, only to see the white folding fan turn into a light and shadow, and fly towards the black-clothed people who surrounded her.

Ahh

There was a flash of blood in the air, accompanied by a few screams, and the few black-clothed people who rushed to the front were actually cut off by the folding fan that flew out, leaving only a scream, and they fell in a pool of blood.

Syllable!

A handsome young man named Xiaoyu caught the folding fan that flew back with one hand, and shook it vigorously with his hand to shake off a few drops of blood on the folding fan.

The short and fat man standing next to the big hole saw that the men in black did not come to fight him, but instead blocked the path of the middle-aged scribe and others, and he couldn't help but be furious, raised his hand and raised a sledgehammer, swung it out, and flew straight to the back of the group of men in black.

The huge hammer flew out, like a meteorite falling, and hit several men in black hard, knocking them to the ground, and they were already breathless, and they were crushed to death by this hammer.

The thin man who walked behind the last break saw this scene, and he was also shocked, raised his hand and pulled out a few sword flowers, and swung them at the black-clothed man who was chasing behind him.

The white sword flower fell into the crowd of people in black with a cold meaning, and immediately brought up countless blood flowers, burying the lives of several people in black.

"Dick, let's go!"

At this moment, the middle-aged scribe had already rushed to the side of the short fat man, and the middle-aged scribe lowered his head and shouted at the short fat man, and rushed into the big hole in the wall with the burly man, and disappeared.

The short and fat man wanted to pick up the sledgehammer he threw out, but when he heard the middle-aged scribe's shout, he also gave up the idea of picking up the sledgehammer, and his fat body turned his head and rushed into the big hole, quickly keeping up with the pace of the middle-aged scribe and others.

"Ahh

When the man in black saw this, he immediately became angry, and while scolding angrily, he waved the long sword in his hand as if he were crazy.

A group of black-clothed men who were beaten to pieces looked at their boss, and they also lowered their heads and didn't dare to squeak.

As the night deepened, silence returned to the alley, and the bright moonlight sprinkled down, and the figure of the black-clothed man in the alley was long gone, only a lonely hole in the wall, silently telling the unquiet of the past.