Zhao Guang pinched the 100,000 taels of silver notes given to him by Mo Feifan in one hand, and smiled proudly: "Mo Feifan, aren't you very smart? Are you not very powerful? Haha, you finally fell into my hands. I'll tell you a secret. This number one beauty in Liujia Town is indeed well-known. Tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk
Zhao Guang's face was full of reverie, as if he was savoring the smell.
Xiao Dong also took over the conversation and said with a lewd smile: "That's good. Don't look at this woman in her thirties, but her skin is really more like a girl of seventeen or eighteen years old. Brothers, you guys, what I said is right?"
"Yes." The sound of the killer of the divine sword around him burst into laughter. They just wanted to piss Mo Feifan to death and wanted to see his face full of defeat. Think about it, what a glorious thing it would be if the famous Mo Feifan had lost the first time, but was defeated in the hands of the divine sword.
Sure enough, Mo Feifan couldn't help himself after hearing this. It turned out that Uncle Yu and Aunt Zhao committed suicide by suffering humiliation. Since losing his parents, he has always regarded Yu Lin and Chen Xianshu as his closest relatives. Now, he has to endure that heart-wrenching pain again. All of this was brought to him by Zhao Guang.
He bit his lips and bleeded, his nails buckled into his flesh, his expression was like an iceberg that had not melted for thousands of years, saying word by word: "Zhao Guang, Xiao Dong, I'm going to pull your skin."
The brothers were also so angry that they rushed over without Mo Feifan's words.
The surrounding magic sword killers were also prepared and raised their swords the moment they took action.
Kill Mo Feifan 10,000 taels. Kill any subordinate around Mo Feifan, and give you a prize of 5 taels of silver. This is the price offered by Zhao Guang, which is enough to make all the killers in the world crazy.
Soon, the two sides fought together.
Li Dafeng flew up and down with a big knife, and kept saying, "Brothers, don't be polite, do it to death!"
The brothers of the Mo Sect would not be polite, and each of them had to kill him. These people were Mo Feifan's hall masters and deputy hall masters, and they all started ruthlessly and quickly. Soon, the killers in the warehouse were chopped and covered in bruises by swords from all directions, like blood gourds. In just a moment, seven or eight killers fell into a pool of blood.
Xiao Dong looked at the battlefield and was very surprised. His subordinates were already in battle, but they were beaten by these helpers brought by Mo Feifan to no avail.
"Call the brothers outside in and let's go." Xiao Dong said to a subordinate beside him with a serious complexion.
The subordinate nodded, took out his whistle and blew a whistle of three long and two short.
After the whistle sounded, dozens of killers rushed in with guys. One side relied on the advantage of the number of people and the other side relied on the strong combat ability of individual soldiers. Both sides refused to give in to each other, and the sky was dark.
At this time, Zhao Guang suddenly screamed strangely and said to Xiao Dong hurriedly: "Boss Xiao, Mo Feifan cannot be killed, this silver note is fake."
"What are you kidding?" Xiao Dong frowned, thinking that Zhao Guang didn't want to pay the 10,000 taels, and was quite dissatisfied.
Zhao Guang shook his head and handed over the silver note: "Look, this silver note is fake."
Xiao Dong took the silver bill, looked around and looked around many times before finally confirming that it was indeed a fake silver bill with extremely high simulation. Damn Mo Feifan actually used the fake silver bill to deceive us. Xiao Dong was so angry that he waved his knife and said, "Brothers, capture Mo Feifan alive, and take him 100,000 taels away are ours."
"What? All 100,000 taels belong to you?" Zhao Guang widened his eyes, as if he didn't believe what he heard.
Xiao Dong didn't talk much to him, and waved his hand and slapped him: "Mo Feifan has given you the money you want. Now, we are asking him about our money."
Zhao Guang was bleeding from his mouth and nose by the slap. He was about to open his mouth to defend himself, but when he saw Xiao Dong's sharp mountain knife in his hand, he swallowed the words he said to him again.
It was really impossible to lose the rice. Zhao Guang slapped himself hard and left the battlefield secretly.
Seeing that Zhao Guang was about to escape, Mo Feifan rushed over with a hatchet: "Cao your mother Zhao Guang, want to escape."
As soon as he arrived near Zhao Guang, he was stopped by Xiao Dong: "Mo Feifan, I'll meet you."
The cold wind blew on his face. Mo Feifan was startled and hurriedly dodged. Before he could stand firm, another knife came from top to bottom and stabbed in obliquely. He sighed inwardly, so powerful! He dodged again, but the sword followed like a shadow, one after another, like the waves of the sea, one after another, without stopping, only a constant start.
Mo Feifan moved up and down, dodging for more than ten moves. He became angry and shouted loudly, and a sweeping leg was scratched by the bottom. It is said that the other party must dodge, jump or retreat.
But Xiao Dong's reaction was beyond his expectations. He stood there and did not move. He just quickly raised the knife down and the blade was facing outward. Mo Feifan's leg was kicking the blade. Fortunately, he saw the opportunity quickly and had no strength, otherwise the leg would have to explain it on the spot. Even so, the blade still cut a big hole deep into his calf.
Mo Feifan grinned in pain, and staggered back two steps. Before he could stand firm, Xiao Dong rushed to him with a quick step, and his wrist swayed, and the blade fell on Mo Feifan's shoulder.
"You lost." Xiao Dong's eyes lit up. He didn't expect that he could defeat Mo Feifan so easily. Xiao Dong's entire attention was on Mo Feifan's face, and all his strength was used in his hands. But he suddenly changed his move and a leg flew up from below. This was his crazy fighting style, and he was also a desperate fighting style. Only when people were in extreme pain and despair would they use this move.
This kick was hitting Xiao Dong's lower abdomen. Xiao Dong groaned and retreated for half a foot before he stood firm. The scorching pain almost made him scream.
Before he could breathe, Mo Feifan's hatchet arrived again: "Damn it." The hatchet was either tapped or slashed or chopped. A hatchet that was too ordinary suddenly turned into an invincible weapon in his hand, shining brightly, and the knife was inseparable from the key points. In fact, no matter which weapon it is, there is no difference between good and bad, mainly depending on the person who uses the weapon.
Mo Feifan found the right opportunity and slashed Xiao Dong on the shoulder with a knife. Xiao Dong screamed in pain, and took advantage of the moment when he returned to the knife and jumped directly from the window of the warehouse.
The huge pain on his shoulder made him shaking, and blood dyed half of his clothes blood red. If someone had suffered such a serious injury, he would have fallen down long ago. However, Xiao Dong was so powerful that he could fight and kill. How could he compare to ordinary people?
Now he can no longer care whether the group of subordinates he brought with him will die or live. Whether he can escape alive is a question. Mo Feifan in a crazy state poses the most direct and deadliest threat to his life. Xiao Dong covered the wound on his shoulder and ran into the depths of the grass.
After Mo Feifan succeeded with one sword, he would not let him leave easily. Seeing that he was about to escape, he chased him with a knife.
At this time, the brothers of the Quicksand Killer Organization had also arrived. As soon as they arrived, the Divine Sword Killer players suddenly lost their numerical advantage. There were people everywhere inside and outside the warehouse. At this time, the strength of the Quicksand Killer Organization was fully revealed, and the pieces of Divine Sword Killer players were knocked to the ground.
Liu Xuefeng, who was so blood-faced, was the first to find Mo Feifan was not there. He asked Li Dafeng loudly: "Brother Feng, where is Brother Fan? Where has Brother Fan been?"
Li Dafeng slashed half of a killer's head with a knife, wiped the blood beads on his face and said, "It seems like he's going to chase Xiao Dong."
"Oh no, Brother Fan is in danger." Liu Xuefeng shouted, and his figure flew out of the window.
Li Dafeng also felt something was wrong, so he gave up chasing these minions, chased Liu Xuefeng's aftermath and said, "I'll go too, I'll go too."
Hearing footsteps behind him and knowing that Mo Feifan was chasing him, he gritted his teeth in secret, thinking that this was too much.
He deliberately kept his speed, pretending to be in a state of inability to support his body, and staggered forward. Mo Feifan, who was following behind him, stepped faster, and rushed out a few steps, and the distance between him and Xiao Dong was only half a meter away. As long as he was closer, Mo Feifan believed that he would pierce his heart with one knife.
Just as Mo Feifan was about to take out his knife, Xiao Dong seemed to trip by a vine branch on the ground, and his body fell tilted and pierced.
When people are in trouble, there is no way. The flowers and plants on the road can go against you. Whether Xiao Dong is really falling or fake falling, this fall is really bad. He is covered in mud and has several holes on his forehead. His face is covered with dust and can no longer see his true nature. He is lying on the ground for a long time and cannot get up. Mo Feifan has no sympathy for Xiao Dong. Compassion is for the living, not for the dead.
"Agree with your fate!" Mo Feifan shook the hatchet in his hand and slowed down towards Xiao Dong who was lying on the ground. When he approached him, Xiao Dong was trying hard to get up, but after a long time of hard work and lying down weakly. He lowered his head, blood mixed with sweat dripping down on the ground.
"Don't kill me, I know where Zhao Guang escaped." Xiao Dong hid one of his hands behind him, looking like he was rubbing the painful part.
But he was touching a crossbow and a small crossbow. Although this kind of crossbow is small, it has a strong lethality. If it is shot within one meter, it can penetrate the human body. This small crossbow, plus it has only been used twice this time, and the other is to deal with the most powerful "white tiger" of the five tigers. If it weren't for being forced to this point by Mo Feifan, who was almost crazy, he wouldn't have used this crossbow.
When Xiao Dong heard that he knew where Zhao Guang had escaped, Mo Feifan's hatchet did not really fall. Before he could ask, a small and sharp iron arrow had already shot out.
"Puff", the iron arrow flew towards Mo Feifan's belly and made a golden sound that collided with the metal. The iron arrow that was supposed to penetrate his body fell incredibly. Needless to say, the residual fire armor on Mo Feifan's body saved his life again.
Mo Feifan's eyes shot cold eyes and kicked Xiao Dong's lifeline.