Jim dislikes others calling him Fat Pig the most. Although he is big and thick, he still likes others to call him his name.

"Boy, you're calling me," Jim opened his eyes angrily and stared at each other.

"Haha, it's me who called you, fat pig," the (English) pawnsman smiled and had a provocative smell.

Jim was impulsive in sex and impulsive in doing things. Once stimulated by others, he was angry and snorted coldly, shook his legs and rushed towards the alchemist.

Just when the two were only six meters away, a silver light suddenly flashed, and the cold wind blew in his face, quickly attacking Jim's head.

Jim felt a hint of chill rushing towards his brain's door, and quickly turned his head. He saw a silver triangle iron chain ejaculate from the side of his brain's door, and a chill instantly rushed to his spine, and sweat flowed down instantly.

"Boy, you're cheating," as long as he was a little stunned for a second, he might die in the hands of the other party. The latter was furious and shouted loudly. The blue veins on his arm burst out, and he suddenly waved his slash, and the blade whistled and cut it directly towards his head. If it was cut by this knife, half of his head would fall to the ground.

The alchemist did not dare to be careless. He knew that he was "excited" and angry at the big man in front of him. He hurriedly retreated several meters back, and escaped from the attack range like a monkey.

Jim chased after him and followed him. The two were five or six meters apart. The alchemist was not fast and was soon caught up by him. Gradually, the distance between the two was getting closer and closer, less than three meters apart.

At this moment, Fang Shiran paused, suddenly turned his hand and ran out of the chain, and repeated the same trick to attack him in his heart.

At this time, Jim had already been on guard. He suddenly swung a knife to block the triangle iron chain, and fire was splashed everywhere. Then, the two of them were only one meter away. In Jim's opinion, the two were close at hand.

Jim slashed again, and slashed at the back of his back. The alchemist did not dare to be careless, so he rolled on the spot and rolled out several meters away before stopping. Looking at the latter, his clothes were torn out of the knife edge one by one, and his back was burning. If he was cut on his body, his body would be split into two and a half.

Jim followed again and fought fiercely with the alchemist.

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Although Fukson, a cadre of the Mihong family, is tall and big, he is actually very slippery. His two small eyes are stumbled around, looking for the target to take action.

At this moment, an inconspicuous young man suddenly slashed Fuxon with a sword in his hand. Before the sword arrived, the cold wind blew, and a silver light flashed. After two "ding" sounds, the two snorted coldly at the same time.

Fuxen turned around and looked at the young man. The alchemist had an ordinary appearance and no prominent point. He had to be too tall and had no appearance, and he would be an ordinary person in the crowd. However, the more ordinary person, it might be the most difficult one. No wonder Fuxen was looking for him, who was one of the three generals under Lan Yu.

"Haha, I finally found you." (English) Fuxon said with a smile.

"Oh, what are you trying to do with me?" (British) young man pretended not to know and pretended to be surprised.

"Take your life," (English) Fuckerson finished speaking, and his figure ran out quickly, like a cheetah, with a hijab in his hand and a biting cold wind that instantly rushed to the other party's brain.

The young man knew that his strength could not match the other party, and his figure flashed like a leaf quickly disappeared in front of him.

Seeing the other party disappearing in front of him, Fuxon was stunned and turned to look elsewhere. There was no trace of his figure. Just as he was stunned, the dangerous aura was "punching" towards his waist. He didn't have time to take action, so he lifted his body and retreated to the side.

As he retreated suddenly, he quickly cut his sword in his hand towards the dangerous aura. He heard a "ding" sound, and a "flower" splashed everywhere, making a sharp sound.

"Boy, hide quickly," Fukson shouted loudly and bullied himself again. The two of them were entangled and fought for more than ten rounds, but there was still no sign of the other party losing.

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Another general under Lan Yu, an opponent of An Kebu, another cadre of the Mihong Sect, was a short man of 1.6 meters, but his explosive power was very terrible.

An Kebu's eyes were red, and he ran towards the short man with a mountain knife in his hand. He was extremely fast. In the blink of an eye, he came to him in the near future and raised his sword to slash Mount Hua.

The short man dared not be careless, and he held the sword in his hand, accumulating strength with his arms, resisted the sword with all his might. The four shootings of the fire "flower" were each taken a step back, and the first round was flat.

"Since you're here, don't leave," Ankebu shouted fiercely and bullied himself again.

The short man was not given for nothing, so he would not bully him like this. He would accumulate strength under his feet and quickly wave his sword, making him look brave and brave.

After two "ding" sounds, I looked at the two of them again and saw blood on their tiger's mouth, their arms were trembling and numb, and they were panting heavily. At this time, I looked at the short man again, and a bloody mouth was cut out from the other party's arms, and the blood and flesh were turned outwards.

A strange cry was made, the short man roared, dragged his body toward the other party, and his body rolled down like a ball.

An Kebu dared not be careless, so he raised his breath and used his breath secretly, and held his sword to fight him again.

The battle was almost intensified at this time, and the two sides fought hard to separate. Those who could stand up were relying on their strong willpower to persevere until now. In the field, people were overturned, and blood was mixed with the smell of sweat, like hell on earth.

More than 100 meters away from the battlefield, Xie Wendong was watching the battle situation seriously with an infrared night vision instrument. Next to him was a man with a solid body. This man was no one else, but the leader of the white-clothed blood-killing team - Jiang Sen.

Xie Wendong suddenly put down the night vision device and asked Jiang Sen, "Old Sen, who will win with Xiao Chu or Lan Yu?" Jiang Sen also put down the night vision device and murmured, "Within three hundred moves, the two are equal. After three hundred moves, Xiao Chu will win." Jiang Sen spoke cautiously, and would not say anything that was not sure about.

"How many of the people we know can fight Xiao Chu for 300 tricks and not fall behind?" Xie Wendong asked again. Jiang Sen thought for a while and said as if he were to tell the truth: "I know that there are Tianzhong, Changfeng, Wu Hao, Gesang, Tang Yin, Xin Chou, and the number of elders of Wangyue Pavilion will not exceed fifty. If there are no more than twenty brothers around us."

Twenty, this is Jiang Sen's relatively conservative view. Beside Xie Wendong, there are probably less than ten who can block Chu Bo's three hundred moves.

Xie Wendong's eyes burst out and shot, and said with a slight smile: "Look at the people under Lan Yu?" "It's not simple." Jiang Sen said: "If the 'elements' of the Liehuo Club are all against each other, then this Liehuo Club is not simple. One or two masters are nothing, but the rare masters are Yishuier. Why, Brother Dong wants to bring them under his jurisdiction?"
Chapter completed!