Global Master

Chapter 508: revenge

The little **** leader slapped the talking head and said:

"What kind of **** and ghost is your mother talking about? I only believe in the fist in my hand. If there are ghosts and gods in this world, I have done so many bad things, can I still live?"

The gangster nodded when he heard the boss's remarks.

"Yes, yes! You're still the boss, you're smart and mighty, but what's the matter with this kid over there?"

The eyes of the leader of the small **** returned to Mu Yang, looking at Mu Yang's figure elongated by the fire, he took a hard breath, although he didn't know what happened to that kid? But the only thing he can be sure of is that Mu Yang must have come to seek revenge.

The leader of the little **** has no soldiers to conceal his consciousness. He said to his men next to him:

"You copy guys together, don't give that little guy a chance to breathe, I will give you support from the back! It is possible to kill that guy directly!"

The meaning of this sentence is: You go to be cannon fodder first, I will ponder the situation next to me.

Not all of Xiaotootou's men are stupid, but they dare not defy the boss's order, otherwise the life in the future will be worse than Mu Yang.

The gangsters looked at each other, and finally all gritted their teeth and rushed towards Mu Yang with a roar.

The number of punks is not large, but there are definitely a lot of them. There are probably dozens of them. Everyone has their own weapons, such as daggers, baseball bats and even nunchakus.

Ro Ke shook his head in the distance. This is a fight between mortals, which is completely different from a fight between martial artists who practice martial arts.

Martial arts fights rely on cultivation bases and magic weapons. The fights are huge, and they move mountains and seas at every turn, and the mountains and the ground are cracked, and the magical weapons emit dazzling aura.

It is much simpler for mortals to fight. It depends on who is ruthless enough, whose weapon is more powerful, and it depends on the number of people to win.

Dozens of small gangsters rushed towards Mu Yang with murderous aura. Although Mu Yang's aura was amazing enough, sometimes people were like this. Once they followed the public, they were not afraid of anything.

Anyway, there are teammates around, if you get hit, you can't get hit first, right?

The little gangsters who hold this kind of thought have much less fear, or even say no.

Mu Yang still walked forward slowly, his eyes never leaving the body of the leader of the small bastard.

A gangster's dagger was inserted into Mu Yang's chest. If Mu Yang did not evade, the blow would be fatal.

It was just a sharp stab fast enough in the eyes of the gangster, and in Mu Yang's eyes it seemed to be slowing down. The martial arts cultivation base brought Mu Yang more than just an increase in strength.

The sense and reaction of the five sense organs are positively related to the martial artist's cultivation.

Mu Yang looked at the dagger stabbed at him, he felt that he had dozens of ways to avoid the blow.

He used the simplest method and the least energy-saving method. Mu Yang leaned his body to one side, which was able to escape the blow from the dagger.

Although it is close to his chest, Mu Yang is extremely measured. He finally understands why those masters are always thrilled, but there is a slight difference in fighting back and forth for thousands of rounds.

This is certainly not the deliberate support of those masters, but they are confident that they can avoid seemingly dangerous attacks with minimal consumption.

It's like Mu Yang is facing this thorn that looks fast and ferocious to ordinary people, but in Mu Yang's eyes, slow! too slow!

After Mu Yang avoided the thorn sideways, he took another step forward under his feet, leaning forward, and hitting his shoulder against the lower abdomen of the little bastard.

Quick and decisive, people really wonder if this is a skinny child who is only about ten years old.

The little **** covered his lower abdomen with pain, the hot pain made his brows furrowed, and at the same time soy sweat came out on his forehead.

This little **** obviously lost all his fighting power. He must have been lying on the bed for a long time. He couldn't hold his dagger anymore, let go and fell.

Before the dagger hit the ground, Mu Yang reached out and caught the dagger, carrying the dagger upside down and rushing forward like a little cheetah.

In front of Mu Yang was a small **** with a mace. Mu Yang's speed was too fast. He only saw a dark figure rushing towards him, without thinking about it, he swept towards that road. Shadow.

Scream! This heavy blow didn't hit anything.

The gangster returned to his mind and wanted to find where the dark shadow was. After looking around for a week, he didn't find that the dark shadow just disappeared out of thin air?

The little **** was puzzled. Suddenly, he felt as if the mace was a little heavy. When he looked at his mace, he found that Mu Yang was quietly squatting on the mace like a kitten.

Little **** is shocked! What kind of fairy operation is this, and can it still be played like this?

It's just that Mu Yang won't give the gangsters more time to think.

Mu Yang kicked his legs downward, and the bulldog's mace sank downward. Mu Yang had already rushed towards the face of the bulldog with this reaction force.

The little **** looked at Mu Yang's cold eyes and felt as if he was being stared at by a poisonous snake.

The gangster watched Mu Yang culling him, and could only lift up his only reliance-mace, and block it on his head.

"Peng!"

Sparks were everywhere, Mu Yang's dagger collided with the small bulldog's mace, rubbing a lot of sparks. After all, it was just an ordinary weapon without the blessing of Xianjia materials. The dagger could not withstand Mu Yang's two-star warrior. The strength of the man was broken abruptly from the middle.

Luo Ke gently shook his head on the side. Although Mu Yang was fighting more fiercely, he was still too aggressive, so he used his power to crit, and when the aura disappeared, Mu Yang would feel better.

Mu Yang's dagger broke, which is enough to explain the strength of the power. The little **** was directly cut to his knees by Mu Yang's blow from the sky.

The tiger's mouth of the two palms of the small **** holding the mace also cracked open, and his hands were already dripping with blood.

As soon as the little **** got up, Mu Yang kicked the little bastard's chest, and the little **** slipped out.

A strong wind sneaked on Mu Yang's head, and Mu Yang bent over to avoid him, bowed down, and charged up to shoot away at the little **** who sneaked on him.

The distance between the two of them was too close, and Mu Yang's speed was too fast. The sneak attacker didn't have the time to react. He was hit by Mu Yang's shoulder on his stomach, spitting blood like a broken kite. He flew out, but also hit a small **** behind him.

This series of things only happened between the electric light and flint. It only took more than ten seconds. Mu Yang had already dealt with the three gangsters.

With a child's body, an incredible power burst out. The little gangsters don't know what the **** happened to this little bastard? Why did it become so powerful in a blink of an eye.

………

After a while, Mu Yang was surrounded by people lying on the ground. There were three of dozens of small gangsters left, and the three of them tremblingly said that they did not dare to attack Mu Yang.

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