Chapter 72 A Hundred Broken Knives Out

"Besides, how can you fight with this Mo Shao Lord, not to mention that there is a purple jade building behind Mo Shao Lord, not to mention that there are endless masters, even if you fill in with people, you can be piled to death, but if you are put into the young master's door, eat and drink spicy food, you don't have to worry all day!"

Zhao Haochen picked up the bamboo chopsticks and gently put the last piece of beef on the plate into his mouth, chewed it twice, wiped the slag from the corner of his mouth, tilted his head, with a smile on his handsome face, and asked lightly: "Are you finished?"

Chen Liu was stunned, and he didn't know why, "Say...... That's it!"

Zhao Haochen nodded, looking very relieved, and let out a long sigh of relief, "It's good to finish speaking, otherwise if you don't have any last words, it's not good!"

Chen Liu's heart suddenly rose a feeling of palpitations, when he heard the word "last words", his face instantly became miserable and pale, bloodless, as if there was a clear spring in his heart suddenly condensed into a cold ice cube, only to see a flash of cold light, his fluttering heart suddenly stopped beating, a head gurgled on the ground and swirled, the headless corpse spurted out a column of blood, and then fell to the ground with a bang. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

The three warriors were about to be frightened stupid, standing in place in a daze, subconsciously wanting to run, but their legs seemed to be glued to the ground, as if they didn't obey the call, no matter how hard they tried, they couldn't move half a step, and their six eyes opened wide, just like this, watching the hot blood flow to their feet, and the blood wrapped itself.

The silver tickets flying in the sky fell one after another in the air and fell into a pool of blood, but no one dared to snatch them, allowing this large number of silver tickets to become pieces of waste paper.

He came to kill Mo Yuxuan, this Chen Liu actually stupidly wanted to join Mo Yuxuan's command, what kind of joke?

wants to be caught in it for benefits and persuade himself to surrender, presumably this little person can also take advantage of himself to take the position at that time, which is what Zhao Haochen is most angry about.

Think of yourself as a pawn, then play chess with your life!

Zhao Haochen shook off the blood on the long sword, his face was indifferent, and he looked around, this action startled the people in the restaurant, and they were suddenly a little chaotic.

Glancing at the half-pot of wine that had not yet been drunk, Zhao Haochen couldn't drink it no matter how good his appetite was, threw down a silver ingot, put his sword back into the sheath, and wanted to walk out.

"It depends on the owner to beat the dog, Your Excellency can't help but take Young Master Mo too seriously!" The cold and cold voice came in from outside, as if the cold current surging in between heaven and earth with the tyranny of the frozen earth rushed in.

There was a commotion outside the restaurant, more than a dozen warriors pushed away the crowd and took the lead in opening the way, guarding both sides of the door viciously, and a man in the middle walked over with a big knife unscrupulously and arrogantly.

The face is full of beard, and the dark and rough face also reveals a striking scar, terrifying, a long knife is several feet longer than the knife of an ordinary martial artist, and it looks more like an elongated machete, and the cold knife aura is sharp and abnormal, like the wind and snow raging outside the door, roaring mercilessly.

Among these dozen people, only this one was a martial cultivator in the early stage of the Desolate Yuan Realm, and the rest were martial artists.

Seeing this person come in, the restaurant suddenly fell silent, this is not a good talker.

A long knife is enough to prove his identity, this is Mo Yuxuan's famous Hundred Broken Knife New Year Mountain.

A long knife breaks the enemy's blade, and the strength is incomparable, so the Jianghu people give it the nickname "Hundred Broken Knife".

Walking into the restaurant, everyone only felt that the boundless evil qi was surging, filling the entire restaurant, and the timid legs were shivering, and they couldn't stand steadily.

The entire room was completely a sea of blood, with a trace of blood stained everywhere in one place, and the bright red blood on the floor emitted a disgusting heat.

He Suishan's gloomy eyes stared at the indifferent Zhao Haochen, fierce and vicious, and said coldly: "It's you who killed the people under Mo Shaozhu?"

The big voice questioned angrily, like a thunderbolt exploding in Zhao Haochen's ears.

Zhao Haochen frowned, his delicate eyebrows rose slightly, and he looked a little annoyed.

"Do you mean this waste?" Zhao Haochen kicked the big head over, right in the chest of a martial artist outside the door, and snorted.

"You killed the people under Master Mo, you have to give an explanation!" He Suishan was a little angry, no one dared to give him face like this.

There was a huge momentum exuding from his body, and he was fiercely pressed towards Zhao Haochen, and the cold killing machine was even more naked exposed, and the threat was self-evident.

Hearing this, Zhao Haochen's handsome face showed a huge and incomparably bright smile, his long black and bright hair flew without wind, his thick eyelashes trembled slightly up and down, and his pupils radiated a mocking light.

"Say, you're not sick, I'm here to hunt down Mo Yuxuan, what do you want me to say?"

He Suishan's face was gloomy, and his eyes radiated a fierce light, and the huge momentum that enveloped Zhao Haochen was instantly like a sharp blade attacking Zhao Haochen.

"Presumptuous! No matter which force you come from, you won't be able to get out of Apocalypse City today!"

He Suishan thought from the bottom of his heart that this was a disciple from a small force who came out to practice, and there was no one to accompany him, so he was even more unscrupulous.

The people who were watching were even more silent, not daring to make a sound, for fear that if they accidentally provoked this master, their heads would move.

Zhao Haochen also suddenly burst out with a powerful momentum, no worse than the momentum of He Sui Mountain, and even more than that.

The two huge and violent momentum collided violently, and He Suishan's face was a little ugly, blue and purple, for no other reason, he was angry.

A teenager forced himself to take a step back, but he was still as steady as Mount Tai, looking at his embarrassed appearance indifferently.

Now that so many people are watching, if you don't kill this kid, then how will you mess around in the rivers and lakes in the future?

And the huge rivers and lakes rely on their own kung fu to break through, and he can't say that one day he will provoke a big man, but he will die, so he must hold on to Mo Yuxuan's big tree.

The so-called tree is good for the shade, and it can also block the wind and rain at critical moments, so his attitude towards Mo Yuxuan can be described as quite attentive, and Mo Yuxuan's instructions are his first priority.

If Mo Yuxuan wanted him to kill his biological parents, he would also go with a knife, and he would not be sloppy at all.

The anger in the heart of Hesuishan was like a volcano that had been silent for many years, and the power that had been accumulated for a long time burst out, and the long knife on his back was pulled away and slashed towards Zhao Haochen's head......