Chapter 1592

Mo Wen stands in front of the police car team that intercepts him. He clearly feels that the middle-aged man in front of him is not a simple person. If he is replaced by other people, he may be flustered by the police car in front of him. However, for a person like Mo Wen who has experienced many lives and deaths, it has no effect at all. On the contrary, it makes Mo Wen calm down.

There was no change in his expression. There was nothing in his mind but the thought of how to defeat these guys. Mo Wen stood in front of the middle-aged man with the laughter in the room.

The rest of the people at the scene were quiet and seemed to be waiting for the wonderful competition of the two masters. The middle-aged man was standing in front of Mo Wen in his police uniform and walking slowly, with a cruel smile on his face. He walked slowly from Mo Wen's side. His two eyes kept looking at Mo Wen, and didn't pay attention to the excited expression of his subordinates, His eyes have been staring at Mo Wen, mouth has been hanging a bloodthirsty smile.

Despite the distance of five or six meters, Mo Wen clearly felt the murderous look in the middle-aged man's eyes! The middle-aged man's eyes are just like a crazy lion staring at the prey, staring at Mo Wen.

At this moment, the middle-aged man made a gesture, ready to attack, his men burst out a burst of louder cheers, and even a lot of people waved their arms and cried: "blow that guy's head! Come on... What are you waiting for? "

Obviously, in such an environment, the most dark and violent side of those people's hearts has been exposed. They will not feel sorry for Mo Wen who is about to be beaten. Instead, they are eager to see middle-aged men perform a soul stirring battle of life and death in front of them. This may be the psychological reason why these people have confidence in middle-aged men to defeat Mo Wen.

On the Third Ring Expressway, it seems that this road is blocked by someone. Except for Mo Wen and the motorcade following Mo Wen, no other vehicles pass through here. The middle-aged man stares at Mo Wen with a sneer and says, "listen to your tone, it seems that cultivation has reached a very high level. I hope you don't disappoint me, otherwise, As they say, I'll blow your head and sprinkle your brain on the land of Fuzhou... Hehe... Mr. Mo, it's not so troublesome. As long as you come with us, you won't regret it... "

"Don't talk nonsense. Since you have such confidence, do it. Why bother talking more?"

With that, the middle-aged man's face changed. He pointed to the man who was shouting just now. It seemed that he was extremely excited in everyone's shouting.

"Then don't blame me for doing it to Mr. mo..."

"You won't have this chance... You have to leave here with your people! I don't care what happened tonight... "Mo Wen heard the middle-aged man's words, but his words didn't affect his mood. His expression was still calm, but his eyes were still staring at the middle-aged man's smirk.

Mo Wen has to admit that the middle-aged man is indeed an extremely dangerous person! Standing opposite him, Mo Wen can clearly feel the murderous spirit of the middle-aged man accumulated by blood! Although Mo Wen is also a "killer" who kills countless people, he still has no bottom in the face of such a middle-aged man who can't feel the fluctuation of cultivation. As the saying goes, only by knowing himself and his opponent can he win

And Mo Wen knows nothing about his enemies, even who sent him, which makes Mo Wen not sure about the good or bad luck tonight.

Finally, the middle-aged man roared, his whole body muscles burst up, the police uniform completely showed the middle-aged man's strong muscles.

"What's special!..." Take the move... Cut the crap... "The middle-aged man gave a low roar, squeezed his fist and hit Mo Wen with a straight fist. The style of his fist was as powerful as the wind blowing sand. Obviously, the middle-aged man tried his best to solve the battle in the shortest time, which was also his style! It's also the power of his murderous spirit.

Don't ask. When you feel the power fluctuation of this middle-aged man, you can see that this guy's cultivation is not under you. Don't frown. Instead, you choose to dodge at the first time.

Although Mo Wen's evasive movement is fast enough, the middle-aged man's fist still rubs Mo Wen's body. The strong style of boxing blows a chill on Mo Wen's arm. From this strong style of boxing, Mo Wen feels the speed and strength of the middle-aged man's fist, which is beyond Mo Wen's imagination! It seems that the cultivation of middle-aged men is not achieved in one or two days. This kind of strength and speed can not be achieved overnight. It is the level of strength that can only be achieved after a lot of tempering! So this also let Mo Wen mention 100% spirit, to deal with the attack of middle-aged men.

When the middle-aged man saw that his first fist didn't hit him, he didn't mean to stop at all. The iron fist continued to play, still as fierce, direct, quick and vicious

It's powerful enough to frighten anyone! Even Sima Yaqin, who was standing beside him, was worried about Mo Wen. A cold sweat suddenly broke out on his forehead. Sima Yaqin's worried heart suddenly raised to his throat, and his whole body trembled. His tense hands unconsciously held together.

Mo Wen's body flashed again. He dodged the middle-aged man's second punch very easily. He wanted to attack the middle-aged man's left side. Mo Wen made an attack. However, it was this attack that Mo Wen's snake scale dagger stabbed the middle-aged man's belly, just like stabbing a hard steel plate.

Under this attack, Mo Wen clearly felt that the middle-aged man in front of him had one skill, that is, copper skin and iron bone. If you attack from the front, your fist seems to hit the wall, and it can't hurt at all. Mo Wen also knew that with the power of the middle-aged man, if you put him into a dead corner, there is no room to dodge, Then Mo Wen is dead. Not everyone can bear the strength of middle-aged men's fists. Moreover, middle-aged men's fists are extremely fast, and they can hit three fists in a second. This makes Mo Wen have to be careful to avoid, for fear that he might be caught by him inadvertently.

However, the middle-aged man is more cunning than Mo Wen imagined. He seems to have guessed that Mo Wen wanted to do so, and immediately made up a hook with his left hand! He hit Mo Wen's belly. The hook was quick and sudden, like a hammer. He hit Mo Wen! As Mo Wen did not expect, this fight was also the only time in many years that Mo Wen felt that death was approaching.

When he saw the middle-aged man's fierce hook fist, Mo Wen was shocked. He quickly sidestepped and dodged, trying to avoid the middle-aged man's attack in this way Suddenly, the middle-aged man's fists were blowing in the air. His fists rubbed Mo Wen's abdomen. The strong fists lifted Mo Wen's coat. Mo Wen felt a gust of wind blowing on his abdomen, which made him cool.

"This guy is pretty good! I can't see that he's really good at it! It seems that the legend is not false... "

"Legend? Hum... That's nonsense. How can a young man in his twenties achieve such a high level of cultivation? I don't believe it... Just wait and see. Don't ask, you can't escape today... "

"What do you know? This guy is defending. He hasn't attacked yet! I don't think our group leader is necessarily his opponent... "

"Come on! Team leader... What's your usual killing power? Take it out, our time is limited... Tickling is not like you... If things are delayed, I'm afraid none of us can afford this responsibility... "

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"..." when the middle-aged man heard his voice, he felt a little anxious. If it wasn't for the fight with Mo Wen at this time, with the middle-aged man's Xing grid, he would rush up and tear the man to pieces.

The men at the scene were very excited when they saw Mo Wen's jacket lifted by the middle-aged man's boxing style. It seemed that for them, the next moment was a bloody scene, and they were excited about the expected bloody scene.

"Brother mosquito! Be careful! You can't do anything... "Sima Yaqin, who was originally sitting in the car, got out of the car. At this time, her eyes were staring at the scene in front of her. She was a little sorry that she didn't call for support, but there was no regret medicine in the world. She could only endure the worry and tension in her heart and silently cheered for Mo Wen.

And the people in the sports car team, like Sima Yaqin, get out of the car, and everyone's heart goes up to his throat.

However, some people worry about Mo Wen, while others hope that Mo Wen will be captured by the middle-aged police

"Miss Sima... Don't worry..." Yu Shan ran to Sima Yaqin. She also felt the nervous expression of Sima Yaqin. She immediately put out her hand and hugged Sima Yaqin's trembling body, and said in a low voice: "you have to believe him, he will win..."

"It's not a joke. It's not a question of whether you believe him or not. If you can't figure out a way at this time, once brother mosquito is injured, the consequences will be unimaginable... It will kill you." Sima Yaqin quickly corrected Yu Shan's words and said: "I knew elder brother Xu had brought people here... Hum... How can I let brother mosquito fight with such a madman? In case... "

"No, just in case! Miss Sima, I have already informed the people of Yu's family. Now... We should trust him. Besides, he is a character that many Chinese people are afraid of! Don't worry too much... "Yu Shan interrupts without waiting for Sima Yaqin's words. Although she says so, Yu Shan's heart is the same as Sima Yaqin's, and she is worried about the middle-aged man.