Su Qinghe came to a corpse and sighed: "Lord Deng Xiang has gone!"

He secretly sighed, if Guo Shan saved Deng Xianli first, then he was lying on the ground now.

"Let's die, it's no big deal, how can you not die in the mixed martial arts, let's go to the master's side!" Chu Li said.

"Yes, let's go!" Guo Shan said.

Everyone followed the two incense owners and galloped quickly.

There were no figures on the streets of Ping'an Town, a bright moon hung in the sky, and their footsteps broke the tranquility of Ping'an Town.

People were amazed, but they closed their doors and windows.

Everyone rushed to the chivalrous gang in one go.

But I saw a group of people gathered around the martial arts training ground, the strong wind was howling in the field, and the sound of "bang" was endless, people were leaning outside to watch, and no one dared to approach and step forward.

There were two people in the center of the field, fist to fist, fighting in the air.

Qiao Zhenhai was dressed in a royal blue suit, his face was like a crown of jade, and he was heroic, and on the opposite side was a handsome middle-aged man, with chic movements, and the moves of the two looked soft and not aggressive, but every move was full of energy, forcing everyone to keep retreating.

Chu Li glanced at everyone and shouted, "Slaughter all these idiots of the Iron Blood Gang, right?"

Guo Shan hurriedly said: "Wait and see!"

Chu Li said: "What are you waiting for, I'll come!"

As he spoke, he swung his knife and rushed forward.

Guo Shan hurriedly stretched out his hand to pull him, but he couldn't pull it, he felt like he was being led by a fierce horse, and he almost fell unsteadily.

There are only more than forty of them, but there are about eighty in the field, the difference is not a star and a half, and they need to fight one against two, if they rashly challenge, it is no different from looking for death, but they don't want Zhao Dahe to have a tendon in his brain, but he wants to take the initiative to provoke trouble.

He originally wanted to wait for Qiao Zhenhai and Song Tiehua, the leader of the Iron Blood Gang, to split the victory and defeat before deciding what to do.

If the gang leader wins, then they can take advantage of the victory to pursue, if the gang leader loses, then they should not be strong, it is better to run first.

The Iron Will Gang glanced at them and didn't rush forward, presumably they also had this idea, and at this time, the gang leader would divide the winners and losers, and they wouldn't have to work hard.

The two groups of people had a tacit understanding, so they didn't want to do it, but they didn't want Chu Li to break their tacit understanding.

Chu Li slashed the two of them with a knife in his hand, which immediately angered the Iron and Blood Gang.

They relied on the strength of the people, and they didn't take the chivalrous gang in their eyes, they just didn't want to bother to clean them up, and they never thought that the guys of the chivalrous gang were so uninteresting, so it would be better to destroy them!

"Kill Zhao Dahe!" someone shouted.

Everyone rushed up and surrounded Chu Li, and the swords fell on him one after another.

Chu Li's long knife wrapped around his body, like a silver match.

"Ding Ding Ding Ding ......" In a series of clear sounds, long knives and long swords flew up one after another.

He followed up with another Pingjiang style.

Three heads flew up.

Chu Li rampaged through the crowd, and wherever he passed, there was no one who cohesed, but it was inevitable that a sword would fall on his body, and soon it was covered with wounds, he rushed forward and killed without care, and then turned around and killed backwards, killing twenty people in one go.

He was covered in blood, as if a killing god had come to the world, and everyone met his indifferent gaze, and their hearts were inexplicably cold.

Chu Li laughed: "Come on, come on, the idiots of the Iron and Blood Gang, let your Grandpa Zhao kill hard!"

As he spoke, he rushed into the crowd again.

"With a hidden weapon!" someone shouted.

Suddenly, pieces of hidden weapons shrouded Chu Li.

Chu Li waved the long knife, and in the sound of "ding", not a single hidden weapon fell on him.

He rushed into the crowd in one breath, and once again swung his knife to cut off the head, Pingjiang style made the head fall to the ground, and the arm fell to the ground under the splitting mountain style, and the scene was extremely tragic.

Guo Shan gritted his teeth and shouted: "You can't let Brother Zhao alone, everyone will go together!"

"Up-!" Everyone shouted and rushed forward, following behind Chu Li.

Chu is invincible, and wherever he passes, the knife falls.

There was a crisp sound of "Ding ......", and a young man's long knife swung open, turned a circle in the air, and slashed down again.

Chu Li's eyes widened and he shouted, "Feng Changwen!"

This is an extremely handsome young man, with sharp eyebrows, handsome and compelling, and blazing eyes, showing a profound internal strength.

Feng Changwen smiled and said: "Zhao Dahe, you really got an adventure, you have some ability!"

Chu Li snorted: "You'll just do something sneaky!"

Feng Changwen said with a smile: "As long as I can kill you, what's the matter with sneaking around, take me again!"

He was slashing faster than before.

Chu Li snorted: "You also take a knife from me!"

He ignored Feng Changwen's knife and slapped the yin.

His knife was faster than Feng Changwen's, and the last to come first.

Feng Changwen could only dodge sideways, followed by another knife.

Chu Li swung his knife like electricity, the speed was faster, and a mountain splitting style forced Feng Changwen to avoid it again.

Chu Li took a step further with a swing of the knife, forcing Feng Changwen to keep retreating.

Chu Li laughed and said, "Feng Changwen, you just have this little ability!"

As soon as Feng Changwen raised his hand, a cold light shot out of his sleeve, which instantly shot close to him.

Chu Li's horizontal knife knocked this short arrow away.

Feng Changwen's long knife had already slashed over, Chu Li made another horizontal knife, blocking this knife, there was a vast power from the blade, and a strange internal force drilled into his body, and his face suddenly changed.

Chu Li's face changed not because of internal injuries, but because he was familiar with this internal force, the Great Light Sutra!

He was even more murderous in his heart, and he broke off with a slash.

Feng Changwen felt that something was wrong, and the force of the shock from the blade made his arm sore, and he was unable to swing the second knife, so he retreated violently.

Chu Li followed and rushed forward.

Feng Changwen's body flashed, and his agility was abnormal, as if he was swinging with the knife, like a lotus leaf on water, light and smart, and instantly flashed into the crowd and disappeared.

Chu Li didn't expect him to be so powerful, and shouted loudly: "Feng Changwen, you sneaky villain, you can only plot, don't dare to fight openly, despicable villain!"

He scolded as he swung his knife.

Feng Changwen didn't hear it in the crowd, didn't move, and blended into the surrounding crowd.

"Let's go!" someone whispered.

Chu Li saw that it was Feng Changwen speaking in the crowd.

The Iron Bloods rushed out, leaving only one place in the blink of an eye.

Some were screaming, some had already choked, the bloody smell was as thick as substance, and most of the people around them were pale and wanted to vomit.

Chu Li stomped his feet and scolded: "The fools of the Iron Blood Gang, they are as cowardly as mice!"

"Bang!" a figure rushed over, a palm print on his chest.

He hurriedly swung his knife, but he still didn't have time, only to feel that his chest was hit by a sledgehammer, and it shot straight out.

Chu Li had already seen Song Tiehua's palm, he was confident in his body, even if the master of the Outer Heaven was heavy-handed, he would still be able to survive.

Besides, at this juncture, you can only get through, and you can't show your real skills, otherwise your previous efforts will be wasted.

"Bang!" he flew out more than twenty meters, hit a wall, stuck to the wall like a painting, and spat out a mouthful of blood.

"Song Tiehua!" Qiao Zhenhai snorted angrily and stood in front of Chu Li. (To be continued.) )