Mo Feifan's first reaction was that it was bad. He quickly took out the hatchet on his waist, briefly reminded Zhang Rao, and then faced the chaotic crowd alone. Zhang Rao was worried that Mo Feifan would go alone, and he and Cai Mengyu went up.
"Hey, brother, what are you doing?" Mo Feifan took out the hatchet, patted the big man on the back, and asked with a smile.
Because Mo Feifan's appearance is ordinary and he does not wear the white gang uniform of the White Knife Gang, the big man did not associate them with the White Knife Gang. The strong man was screaming and suddenly someone interrupted himself, feeling unhappy. He had a hideous face and said in a bad tone: "What are you talking about? Kill people! Go and go, get out, or I will chop you up."
As he spoke, he deliberately raised the saber in his hand.
Mo Feifan's black eyebrows flashed, thinking that it was enough to be an enemy. He showed two smiling dimples and said, "Is this the case for killing people?"
As soon as he finished speaking, the hatchet in Mo Feifan's hand slapped the big man's throat.
With a "sting", the sharp hatchet cut the fragile throat and cut off his Adam's apple and the trachea.
In an instant, fishy blood gushed out from the incision. The big man grabbed his neck with both hands and wanted to shout, but every time his throat trembled, a large amount of blood came out. Mo Feifan did not waste time on him, kicked the big man away and killed him from behind the enemy.
Zhang Rao and Cai Mengyu, who were following him, were not ruthless and greeted the guy in his hands like chopping melons and vegetables.
The sudden change caused chaos in the people in front of them. After losing dozens of people, they finally stabilized their pace and fought head-on with Mo Feifan and the other two.
Mo Feifan's body was like a loach, constantly wandering between the enemy's battle formation. Although his limbs were injured, one-on-two, one-on-three was fine. These men in black were not very good at skill, they should be ordinary brothers.
While speaking, seven swords slashed or pricked Mo Feifan. Mo Feifan took a deep breath and responded carefully.
He sank and avoided the three knives in front. He swung the knife to cut the three knives in the waist, then blocked the two knives with hatchets, moved their right leg repeatedly, and kicked them away. All this happened very quickly. When he saw the five people again, the intestines in the three people's stomachs flowed all over the floor, and the two of them curled into a ball like prawns.
It was so fast, so fast. The three people behind were stunned when they saw all this. One of them actually stopped the raised steel knife and looked at Mo Feifan incredible eyes.
Mo Feifan was deeply exposed with his dimples, and he handed the hatchet out with his right hand. This hatchet was modified by Mo Feifan. Although the front part was not sharp, it was still smooth when it pierced into the fragile body.
I saw a blood arrow flying out of the white clothes, dyeing the black clothes red. The person who was hit by the knife had blood flowed out of the corners of his mouth, his body was stunned, and then his whole body fell back limply. Because the knife was released too quickly, the enemy had not died, but he was twitching and suffering constantly on the ground.
Mo Feifan did not stop after killing four people in a row. His figure suddenly stormed in the crowd. Wherever he went, there was no resistance, and the enemy was howling.
The fierce fighting continued, and the battle had reached a white-hot temperature. Mo Feifan's aura was extremely strong and his murderous aura was even more serious. The murderous aura emitted from his body permeated the air, forming a real pressure, so that he would not even be able to penetrate the air.
Gradually, more and more corpses were on the battlefield, and blood slowly flowed into a small river. Although Mo Feifan did not scratch a few, it was nothing to him who had been struggling in blood for many years.
Seeing the enemies in front of him fall under his hatchet one by one, Mo Feifan's blood boiled. He shouted: "Those who block me will die!"
The sound is like thunder and the momentum is like a rainbow.
Not long after the shouting, the gate of the Yu family's mansion opened. Thirty-four white-clothed disciples rushed out from inside. The bodies of these people were more or less injured, and some even had broken arms and few legs.
With the addition of this wave of people, the men in black in front of the door collapsed faster. After not long, the people behind, led by the leader, fled in a hurry, and even those injured and fell to the ground ignored them.
More than twenty people rushed out of the mansion and killed the people who were not dead on the ground without any mercy. Now, Mo Feifan was gone. He tore off a piece of enemy clothes and wiped the blood from the hatchet.
"Raorao, Xiaoyu, are you okay?" Mo Feifan stepped forward in three or two steps and said with concern.
Zhang Rao and Cai Mengyu shook their heads: "It's okay."
Seeing that there were only a slight scratch on the two of them, Mo Feifan breathed a sigh of relief and felt relieved.
"There are more and more heroes who come to help, and the White Knife Gang is very grateful for this." A man over 40 walked out of the crowd and respectfully bowed to Mo Feifan.
"I am Mo Feifan, why don't Uncle Yang know me anymore?" Mo Feifan put away his hatchet, wiped his face with his sleeve, and stroked the hair in front of him. His face was covered with blood and his hair was hanged in front of him in a mess. No wonder the middle-aged man wouldn't recognize him anymore.
When he was middle-aged, he was named Yang Pei, the captain of Yu Lin’s mansion. Mo Feifan lived in Yu’s mansion for five or six years, and of course he was so familiar with him that he was no longer familiar with him.
When Yang Pei saw Mo Feifan, he was both surprised and happy. He patted Mo Feifan's back excitedly and shouted: "It's you, Feifan?! You have left the White Dao Gang, why are you back?"
Mo Feifan's mind is not on this at all now. He said anxiously: "Let's not talk about this for now, Uncle Yang. What was going on just now? How could so many people surround our headquarters? Uncle Yu is fine, right?"
Speaking of Yu Lin, Yang Pei's bright eyes quickly dimmed. He sighed heavily and said slowly: "This matter cannot be explained clearly in one sentence or two. I will take you to see the master now. If you want to know, just ask him directly."
Mo Feifan felt a little sad, and he thought to himself that Uncle Yu had encountered something unexpected. He nodded repeatedly and couldn't wait to lead the way: "Okay, please ask Uncle Yang to come forward and lead the way."
Yang Pei nodded, and the brothers left and right gave some advice, and then went forward to lead the way.
As soon as I entered the headquarters of the White Knife Gang, there were so many painful sounds and screams coming. Looking up, I saw that there were injured people everywhere in the hall of the courtyard. Many people were lying on the ground without moving, and I didn't know if they were dead or not. I was dull, and the sword was rolled up with the blade and the horse sword was thrown aside at will. The red blood was printed on the blade, which made people shocked.
This is not the most terrifying. The most terrifying are those who have intestines flowing out and their hands and feet are removed. Although Zhang Rao and Cai Mengyu are people of the Tao, they are also girls after all. Faced with such a terrifying scene, they are involuntarily scared to their faces and their hands and feet are cold.
Mo Feifan has experienced many killing scenes, but when he saw such a scene, he still couldn't help but feel sad. Is this the legendary hell on earth?
Mo Feifan was looking at everyone, and everyone was looking at him. Looking at each other, Mo Feifan saw the most pain and despair.