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"Ahh

In this empty execution ground, the voice was so abrupt, like a sharp dagger, suddenly plunged into everyone's chest, awakening the tremor of everyone's inner soul.

Duan Changlin's right hand was blurred with flesh and blood, the phalanges, metacarpal bones, and scaphoid bones were all shattered, and even a section of the phalanges was pierced out of the flesh, exposed, looking bloody and terrifying, Duan Changlin fell to the ground and curled up, his right hand kept trembling, blood kept dripping out, and his left hand was holding his lower abdomen.

Mo Ziqian glanced at Duan Changlin coldly, he knew that this hand surnamed Duan was scrapped, and he no longer had any combat power.

"Also Nima to learn the art of national arts, specializing in the art of killing, you Ma De can't lose the face of our Chinese people, practice national arts, that is to strengthen the body and cultivate self-cultivation, is the traditional virtue of our Chinese country, you especially show your head everywhere, you don't want you to lose the face of those seniors in the future!" Mo Ziqian walked to Duan Changlin's side, I really wanted to go up and step on a few more feet, and I called my house in Nanyang Town?

"You...... You...... Ah......" Duan Changlin wanted to speak, but he couldn't speak, but spurted out a mouthful of blood, but he had to admire him, his hands were like this, if he was someone else, he would definitely faint in pain, but he was clenching his teeth, he looked at Mo Ziqian's eyes not as cold as just now, but with fear, this strength, at least the same as the senior brother, or even stronger than the senior brother, I am afraid that only the master and his old man can clean him up, the strong, even if he fails, he has to admit that Mo Ziqian's strength.

For masters, in addition to fear, there is also respect, and now Duan Changlin is no longer qualified to look down on Mo Ziqian, Mo Ziqian is the same character as the master in his eyes.

"A bunch of garbage, it's okay all day long, just thinking about how to tidy up and feed up!" Mo Ziqian originally decided to clean up these gangsters, and he must let them remember the lesson, and it was a very profound lesson.

"Tonight, Lao Tzu will be a sanitation worker, serve the people, be a good person, and clean up your group of garbage!" Mo Ziqian said, like a swimming dragon, his figure was very fast, and almost no one could see what was going on.

Mo Ziqian showed his hand, and it was very shocking, directly penetrating people's souls, they were suppressed, but people can't sit still, these gangsters have grown up in trouble, so they picked up the steel pipe and machete one by one, and rushed up, this scene is like a brawl in Hong Kong films, which is very visually impactful.

However, they are facing Mo Ziqian, the only god on the earth, how can they get close to Mo Ziqian's side, Mo Ziqian shuttled through the crowd, raised his hand, and slapped his face, two hours later, one by one, he covered his mouth, and his face was hot and painful, all of them were full of blood, some of them had been beaten into pigs' heads, those knives and steel pipes were scattered all over the place, and the scene was messy.

At the scene, the only person who was not beaten, that was Lin Feng, he was not ravaged, Mo Ziqian did not beat him for a reason, he wanted Lin Feng to take out his gun, since he decided to deter these gangsters, it must be completely shocked.

"You, you're looking for death!" Lin Feng took out the gun, he hesitated for a long time, and finally took out the gun, as soon as he took out the gun, Mo Ziqian immediately stopped and looked at Lin Feng silently.

When everyone saw Mo Ziqian stop, they immediately shouted.

"Brother Feng, shoot him!"

"Brother Feng, kill him ......"

"I see that you are still fierce, look at how fierce you are, humiliate me like a sandbag!"

"Your sister, are you very powerful? Are you so powerful that you can shoot him? Brother Feng, shoot him, find a sack, put the body up, and throw it into the Zhangjiang River to feed the fish, no one will know. ”

"Yes, Brother Feng, the police won't find out, even if the police find out, I'll take the blame, it's a big deal I'll go to prison, ten or eight years later, Lao Tzu is a good man again!"

In order to let Mo Ziqian die, these gangsters all strongly demanded that Lin Feng shoot Mo Ziqian.

"Brother Feng, kill him, if you really want to be investigated, I will give you the blame, anyway, Lao Tzu is a single person, and he has nothing to worry about!" Fu Qiang, who was knocked aside by Mo Ziqian, wiped the blood on his mouth at this time.

Lin Feng was silent, he was thinking about how to deal with the aftermath after shooting Mo Ziqian, he was able to become a fierce general under Brother Jiu, and naturally he had his calmness.

"You don't die, I, Lin Feng, am sorry for Brother Duan, and even more sorry for my brothers, so you have to die, tonight next year will be your sacrifice day!" Lin Feng finally made up his mind after thinking about it for half a minute.

"Slow, Lin Feng, right, I'll play a game with you, if you shoot a shot, I'll cut off someone's hand, see if your gun is fast, or if I'm faster!" Mo Ziqian smiled.

Nima, it's crazy, and the bullet is faster than it, idiot!

"Let's start one, two, three, I'm going to count, one...... Second...... "Mo Ziqian counted slowly.

"Are you really not afraid of death? Then I, Lin Feng, will fulfill you!"

"Three!" almost when Mo Ziqian reported 'three'.

Bang!

The snapping of bones, but also a wail.

This is Fu Qiang's voice, at this time, Mo Ziqian is like a ghost, one foot has stepped on Fu Qiang's upper arm,

"Ah, my hand, Brother Feng, my hand...... Yes...... It hurts...... "Fu Qiang's hand embroidered with a dragon was completely scrapped."

"You're too slow, this can't work, to save this bunch of garbage, you have to hurry, you have to hit Lao Tzu!" Mo Ziqian stepped on Fu Qiang's humerus, and his heels slowly rotated, as if he wanted to completely smash Fu Qiang's humerus and ravage Fu Qiang like a dog.

It's too ferocious, even if these gangsters think that they are licking the tip of their knives with their heads and living their lives, but they see that Mo Ziqian is actually more ferocious than them, more violent than them, they are simply demons, which makes them scared for the first time, they are worried that Lin Feng's gun is not accurate, and they don't know who will suffer next.

"You...... Lao Tzu wants you to die......" Lin Feng was also aroused by Mo Ziqian's ferocity, if he still had a little concern just now, now that Fu Qiang was trampled on and his arm was broken, he was no longer as calm as he was just now.

Bump, bumper, two shots in a row, shooting, but Mo Ziqian did not fall, but the arms of Feng Bing and the golden snub-nosed monkey, one was trampled and the other was broken, and the two arms of the two shots were still broken in the humerus.

"Lin Feng, be quick, I'll wait for you to shoot!" Mo Ziqian smiled.

Mo Ziqian thought that this smile was very sunny, but in the eyes of everyone, it was more demonic than a demon.

"Brother Feng......"

"Brother Feng, my arm is broken...... Woohoo......"

On the execution ground, the golden monkey hugged his arms and cried bitterly.

A group of people, including Duan Changlin, looked at Mo Ziqian as if they were looking at the devil, they were afraid, this time they were really afraid, Mo Ziqian was not playing a game, but careless about human life.