"Who dares to disturb the Rakshasa Hall?" The guy turned around and stared coldly at the four people who broke in.

The one who was wearing white clothes and carrying a silver sword, the three people behind him did not look like Han people.

"Senior Brother Bai!" Luo Qingshui was overjoyed when he saw Bai Si breaking in.

When Qi Gong saw the three desert people behind Bai Si, he hurriedly pulled Ling Yunfeng, who had been hiding behind him, into front of him.

"It turns out to be a disciple of the Tianshan Sect. Haha, I want to see what you have to do and dare to stop the person I want to kill in Luosha Hall." Caitou sneered, and a sharp claw in his hand turned and stabbed Bai Si.

Bai Si was quick-eyed and his hands were quick. The sword in his hand moved forward and held the sharp claws that were smashing towards Caitou.

"Go away!" Bai Si shouted loudly, and he winked at Bayar beside him and the three of them hurriedly gave up a way.

At the same time, Bai Si took out a needle bag from his waist, swung it into the air, and left Caitou's sharp claws hard.

Countless silver needles pounced towards the four killers, and they could not avoid them in the narrow room.

At that time, Ling Yunfeng grabbed Yan Jinyu with his left hand and Qi Gong with his right hand. Ling Yun’s steps under his feet spread out, turning into a ray of light and shadow and flashed out from the door that Bayars gave out. Before leaving, Yan Jinyu did not forget to take away his sword.

"Why are you still stunned?" Bai Si saw Luo Qingshui still standing there, and shouted anxiously. The guy had already escaped the shackles of the silver needle and entangled Bai Si.

"Oh!" Luo Qingshui then reacted and ran towards the door.

"I want to run away, there is no way!" Seeing that Luo Qingshui was about to escape, the female cheongsam killer knocked away the silver needle in front of him in a few seconds, took out a dagger from his waist, and threw it at Luo Qingshui's back.

The dagger was full of energy and came in full force, but Luo Qingshui didn't pay attention and just avoided the Caitou who came to block her.

Caitou's attack was not fast in Luo Qingshui's eyes, so it could not hurt her at all, but she didn't know that there was a dagger behind her stabbing her.

"Avoid it quickly!" Bai Si naturally felt the cold cold air, but his clone was unable to escape and blocked the knife for Luo Qingshui.

"Touch!" Just as the flying knife was about to pierce Luo Qingshui's body, a huge wolf-toothed knife collided with it. The flying knife like a bull failed to pierce the Canglang and fell heavily into the ground.

It was Lang Mo. He held the wolf-tooth knife in both hands and used the blade to block the dagger for her.

"Hmm? Thank you, uncle!" Luo Qingshui seemed to have found Lang Mo blocked her. She was entangled with Caitou and she still had time to turn around and thank him.

"You actually have the intention to look at other places and pay attention to the opponent in front of you!" Lang Mo shouted coldly and gave her a blank look, because he saw Caitou waiting for an opportunity to move, and he planned to cut off Luo Qingshui's throat at any time.

"Oh, uncle, you are so fierce!" Luo Qingshui stuck out his tongue and hurriedly turned around to face the killer in front of him.

"This Lang Mo is really a sarcastic and slander. Isn't he the first person to rush up in trouble?" Bayar, who was standing at the door, smiled.

"Yes, isn't he just like this usually? He just likes to show off..." Saren nodded. She was about to say that Lang Mo likes to show off, but they found that there was a killer with a bun on his head that had appeared behind Lang Mo at some point.

They are all real killers, and every strength and level is not inferior to Bai Si. Lang Mo couldn't even block Bai Si's move, let alone these assassins who were thinking about killing them?

"You..." Saren shouted loudly subconsciously. Bayar obviously saw the sharp claws raised by the bun. He quickly

Running towards Lang Mo, he realized that something was wrong.

But it was too late. Lang Mo, who was talking to Luo Qingshui, was only concerned about waking up others, but he didn't notice that he was also facing the enemy.

"Spit!" The sharp claws were as smooth as tearing a rag, instantly piercing Lang Mo's chest and coming out of his front chest.

A stream of blood gushed out from his chest and splashed on Luo Qingshui's face.

Luo Qingshui, who had just turned around, was stunned. She felt that there was a boiling liquid sprinkling on her face. She subconsciously reached out but touched her, only seeing her fingers stained with blood.

She was frightened and turned around and saw the killer with a bun on his head pulling his claws out of Lang Mo's chest, and another stream of hot blood splashed on her green clothes.

Luo Qingshui was really stunned. The first time she saw someone piercing her chest in front of her.

"Uncle Wolf?" She forgot what Lang Mo's name was, only remembering that her surname was Lang, and she asked tentatively.

But Lang Mo no longer had the strength to answer her. The next second, his body rushed forward, Bayar had already rushed to him and steadily dragged his sinking body.

"Let you meddle in other people's business. Such a weak cultivation dares to show off. I think you are tired of living." The bun-headed killer smiled evilly, looking at the bloody claws in his hand. Killing is nothing in his eyes, but instead makes him feel comfortable all over.

"You!" Bayar held Lang Mo, and the blood overflowing from his chest could not stop, and at this moment, he dyed Bayar's tiger-skin shawl red.

Bayar gritted his teeth with hatred, but he knew that he could only fight one of them at most. If the three of them joined forces to attack him, he would definitely not be their opponent.

He took out a yellow bead from his chest and smashed it to the ground. Countless sand and dust instantly surged out of the ball. The whole room seemed to have a sandstorm rolled out of thin air, and there was wind and sand everywhere.

"Cough cough cough!" The four killers couldn't figure out the direction, and kept coughing, using their left hand to squirt the wind and sand in front of them desperately. They wanted to see the location of their preys clearly, but they were futile. The wind and sand were so confused that they couldn't open their eyes.

After about half a minute, the wind and sand slowly stopped. The four of them were covered with sand and dust, becoming like four sand sculptures, and Luo Qingshui and others had long disappeared.

"Brother, what should I do? They ran away again!" The female cheongsam killer frowned, obviously a little unwilling to accept it.

"It's okay, they dragged the wounded and they definitely couldn't go much far."

Caitou smiled coldly, and he pointed to the blood on the ground, pointing along the door, intermittently, but particularly clear.

"As long as you follow the blood, you will definitely find them. Let's go!" Caitou waved his hand. He took the three killers out of the casino, and did not forget to turn around and set fire to burn the house.

This is the base of Rakshasa Hall in the Dragon City, but they killed too many people and did not want to be seen by others, so they had to make this worst plan to destroy the corpse and traces.

At Yunlong Inn, Bayar hugged Lang Mo, Saren followed him worriedly, and Bai Si Ling Yunfeng and the others followed closely.

"Sorry, it's all because of us." Bai Si looked at Lang Mo's pale lips and expression, feeling extremely guilty. He knew that if it weren't for helping him find Luo Qingshui, Lang Mo wouldn't have any trouble.

"No, it's okay." Lang Mo lay on the ground. He could no longer hold on to the inn. In order to make his breathing smoother, Bayar lay flat in the alley next to Yunlong Inn.

"It's all, I'm willing." He said weakly.

The sharp claw of the bun teared his heart muscles apart, and even Bai Si was restrained

There is no way. If it weren't for the powerful physical strength of the immortal cultivator, he would have already died.

"You are fine, you won't be fine. We will catch the thieves together, fight the thieves together, and be heroes together! Have you forgotten? Your wish since childhood is to be a great hero like Batulu." Bayar held Lang Mo's hand tightly.

"No, those are nothing more important, cough cough!" Lang Mo spat out a mouthful of blood.

"Yarge, you're right. Daxia really has many masters. In the past, I was too arrogant and arrogant. I didn't have the ability to become Batulu." Lang Mo said slowly, and Saren's tears couldn't stop flowing.

"No, Brother Wolf, in Qingshui's heart, you are a great hero, Qingshui will become a hero like you in the future." Luo Qingshui said seriously. She didn't cry, but she didn't know why she felt a little panicked, as if a deer was bumping into her heart.

"Haha, ha, is that right? Then let's make an agreement? When you really become a hero in the future, you must come to the desert and tell me, okay?" Lang Mo forced a smile, which made the scars on his chest bleed faster.

"Okay, Brother Lang Mo, I will definitely do it." Luo Qingshui nodded desperately. This time she really remembered his name.

Yan Jinyu and Ling Yunfeng didn't know what to do, so they had to stand there and observe silently.

"Old man." Lang Mo turned around and looked at the beggar beside him.

"You still owe me a duck leg!" He suddenly grinned.

"Oh, it's all my fault. My old beggar has nothing to give to you. I have a duck leg here to pay you. When my old beggar steals anything good, I will definitely give you half of it!" Qi Gong was in a hurry. He seemed to have never experienced such a thing. He hurried to touch his pocket, as if he really had a duck leg hidden in his arms.

But Lang Mo did not ask him to take it out, but instead reached out and grabbed the corner of his clothes with difficulty.

"Brother Bai." He turned his head and looked at Bai Si. Perhaps he did not like Bai Si before.

"I, I still owe you a word that the master didn't call me!" Lang Mo's breath became slower and slower, so that his last tone was so light that it was inaudible.

Bai Si didn't know what to say, so he gritted his teeth and clenched Lang Mo's hand.

"I know you don't like me, but I still have to thank you."

"No, no, I've always wanted to recognize you as my master after competing with you last night. I'm really sincere, but I'm embarrassed to shout, cough cough." Lang Mo suddenly stopped breathing, and the expression on his face looked very painful.

"Do you know why I have been hating you?" But he did not stop, but continued to persevere. He knew that if he didn't say something, he would have no chance again.

"I know Amei likes you, so I hate you, but now I'm going to die. You must treat Amei well in the future, otherwise I won't let you go even if I become a ghost!" Lang Mo suddenly glared at Bai Si and stared at him fiercely.

"No, no." Saren knew that Lang Mo's words were for her. She had already been stained with tears and her skin was dark. She became more and more ugly when she cried, but she didn't care about her image and only knew to lie on Lang Mo's chest.

"Don't die, don't die, we will get married when we go back. I want to marry the prince, marry the prince!" Saren roared cryingly, but Lang Mo could no longer hear it. He suddenly let go of his hand holding the corner of Qi Gong's clothes.
Chapter completed!