Chapter 757

Seeing this, the horses waved their machetes one after another.

Li Po Jun's face did not change. With a wave of his big hand and a slap, he whipped the enemy around like a top.

There were constant attacks on Li, but without exception, he lost his fighting power.

Li Po Jun is like a general in the army. He breaks through the barriers and approaches Huo Ziqiang.

Huo Zi retreated and almost fell to the ground. He didn't know what the God of killing was. He looked at the intersection from time to time, hoping that Song Zhi's reinforcements would come soon.

"Damn, these dandies really can't believe it. Song Zhi must have left me alone." Huo Ziqiang's hope turns into despair. He is not a fool. He has already guessed that Song Zhi has given up his chess piece.

Seeing Li pojun getting closer and closer, his heartstrings trembled wildly, and there was a feeling of suffocation when he didn't come.

He took a long breath, suppressed his inner fear, took out a pistol from his arms and aimed at Li pojun.

"Damn it, I'm going to fight. I'm going to have to put some cushions on my back when I die."

His finger was on the trigger.

Bang!

When the gun was fired, Li paojun was safe and sound.

Huo Ziqiang exclaimed, the pistol had already taken off and flew out. He was frightened to see a man nearby holding a desert eagle and blowing the muzzle of the gun confidently. It was obvious that the gun was fired by the desert eagle.

Wang Jianye mouth hook, muttered: "also want to move a gun in front of me, really want to die."

He didn't kill Huo Ziqiang with this shot. He just shot his gun away because Li pojun wanted to solve the enemy with his fist. He won't let Li pojun down.

Huo Ziqiang has no gun and his eyes are congested. This is the change caused by fear. Shua, he takes out a machete from the back of his waist, yells and rushes to Li pojun.

The cold light was shining, and the machete quickly enlarged in Li pojun's pupil.

Li Po Jun did not retreat, but advanced. With a roar of the tiger, his fists came out together. One of them hit the body of the knife, which made Huo Ziqiang's arm numb. The other hit his right shoulder, and his shoulder blade broke. Huo Ziqiang screamed, banged, and the chopper fell to the ground.

Compared with Li pojun, Huo Ziqiang is not an energy level at all. His northeast tiger has been roaring in the northeast for many years. It's not that he has a false reputation, but that he has real talent and practical ability.

Under one move, Huo Ziqiang completely lost his fighting power, his right hand drooped, his forehead was dripping with cold sweat, and his mouth kept inhaling cold air. Looking at Li pojun's eyes, it's like seeing a ghost.

"Damn, these people are really like ghosts. They are so powerful. If I don't listen to Song Zhi's bewitching, I can be at ease now. Why do I have to be like this?"

Huo Ziqiang regrets not to fall, but where in the world is there a regret medicine to take?

Li broke the army and caught Huo Ziqiang's left shoulder. Huo Ziqiang screamed like he was caught in a vise and couldn't move.

Huo Ziqiang's face was livid. He looked straight at Li pojun, and his eyes were full of fear.

"Let go of me!" Huo Ziqiang roared hysterically.

Li Po Jun turned a deaf ear and carried him away from the crowd like a chicken to Ning fan.

"Let me go, let me go!"

Huo Ziqiang struggled, but his right shoulder was broken, and his left shoulder was caught by this pair of big hands. He had no resistance at all. The more he struggled, the more embarrassed he was.

Huo Ziqiang's embarrassed appearance is seen in the eyes of the public. The horses' hearts are cold, and their boss is captured. What's more, they have no good fruit to eat because they are not the opponents of this group.

Bang Dang!

With the sound of the blade hitting the ground, all the horses gave up.

Huo Ziqiang's face was as pale as ashes. He no longer struggled and was dejected, just like a dead pig.

Bang!

Huo Ziqiang was thrown at the foot of Ning fan, Ning fan condescending, smiling at Huo Ziqiang.

Huo Ziqiang raised his head difficultly, looked at the face close at hand, and had the heart to die.

He finally understood that this young man was the real big man, and Yin Rou wanted to listen to him. But he still didn't know who he was. He only heard from Song Zhi that this person's name was Ning fan.

Huo Ziqiang's position in the river's Lake is too low. He doesn't understand what Ning fan stands for. If he was a little higher, he might know that Ning fan had destroyed the famous skeleton.

"Brother fan, please let me go. I dare not fight against you any more." Since Song Zhi gave up his chess piece, Huo Ziqiang naturally wants to do his best to live. In order to live, it's not worth mentioning to compromise.

"You really have a lot of courage. Yin Rou is my man. If you fight against Yin Rou, I will." Ning Fan said calmly, but in Huo Ziqiang's ears, it was like five thunderbolts.

Huo Ziqiang knelt on the ground and banged his head toward ningfan. There was no arrogance or integrity at all.

Seeing this, the horses hang their heads in shame and indignation. It's like losing their share to follow this kind of boss.

Huo Ziqiang just doesn't care about other people's eyes. Now he only wants to live, so his head is pounding like garlic.

"Who is your backstage supporter?" Ning fan asked faintly.

"Song Zhi, the second young master of the Song family."

As soon as Ning fan raised his eyebrows, it was him. It seems that Song Zhi is stubborn, and he's dating Ning fan.

"Since you dare to collude with him, you should be prepared to face my anger. However, it was Yin Rou who presided over Jiangnan all the time. I asked him to make a decision. Yin Rou, he's at your disposal. "

Yin Rou picked up Huo Ziqiang from the ground, her eyes were opposite, and her eyes were full of anger.

If Huo Ziqiang hadn't taken advantage of the fire to make trouble, where would Jiangnan have been in trouble for so long?

"Brother Yin, you let me go. I will leave Jiangnan forever and never come back." Huo Ziqiang was terrified and begged for mercy.

Yin Rou was unmoved and said coldly: "Huo Ziqiang, if you don't die, won't there be more people to resist me in the future? So you have to die. "

"No! Ah -- "Huo Ziqiang's scream stopped suddenly. His throat had been cut, even his vocal cords had been cut, so his cry was choked back.

Clattering blood from his neck down, he watched his power exhausted, and finally, head down, completely no breath.

Ning fan didn't take another look. In his eyes, Huo Ziqiang is just a small role. There's no need to waste more time on him.

He sauntered out.

The horses are shivering, just like the grass in the face of the storm, which may be pulled up at any time and hung up in the sky, thus losing their lives.

Ning fan glanced at the horse, and said to Yin Rou without looking back: "you see, there are still those available among them who stay, and the others are dismissed."

Ning fan will not kill these people. After all, he is not a cold-blooded butcher.

When Ma Zai heard that he had saved his life, he was so excited that some people even burst into tears.

These horsemen are people who live a mixed life. Who would like to die? When they hear that they don't have to die, they have a sense of survival.