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467. Chapter 467 One person's style 1

The leader, dressed in white, looked like a middle-aged man, holding a five-foot long sword in his hand. He was slender and stood on the top corner of the eaves, looking down at Su Yin and the blue sky.

When Zhang Yu, who had not yet left, saw this, his expression changed and became extremely ugly. Now even if Mr. Su wanted to leave, I'm afraid he wouldn't be able to leave. The people from the Sihemen came so quickly.

Apparently someone had secretly reported the news to Sihemen before.

Everyone who arrived was wearing uniform clothes and had tokens around their waists. Zhang Yu naturally recognized those signs. They were all members of the Sihemen, and their rank in the Sihemen was not low.

With so many people surrounding him, how could Mr. Su still escape? Zhang Yu felt worried in his heart.

As soon as the middle-aged man in white arrived at the scene, he glanced at Mr. Peach Blossom who fell on the ground. Seeing his miserable appearance, his expression suddenly changed. He appeared next to Mr. Peach Blossom in a flash and hurriedly helped him up.

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"Master, what's wrong with you?"

The middle-aged man in white said anxiously, Mr. Peach Blossom is the grandson of the master of the Sihe Sect, and he is also the only one. If something happens, the master will be furious, and not only one person will be unlucky.

Two people.

However, at this time, Mr. Peach Blossom had already passed out, and he didn't know that the people from Sihemen had arrived. However, looking at his condition, everyone knew that the situation was not very good.

The middle-aged man in white checked Peach Blossom Young Master's injuries and found that not only had he suffered extremely serious internal injuries, but also... and...

Looking at the puddle of blood under the Peach Blossom Young Master's crotch, the middle-aged man in white turned pale and cautiously reached out to wipe it down.

Sure enough, the thing was broken...

The roots are broken!

The middle-aged man in white felt as if he had been struck by lightning. As the only disciple of the sect, he was crippled. He could not imagine what would happen.

"Who did this?"

The middle-aged man in white looked sharply at the five men in blue who were still standing there stupidly. Their cheeks were red and swollen. They had slapped him fifty times before, and none of them cut corners.

I was about to leave Linwu City secretly and never appear in front of the people from Sihemen again, but I didn't expect the people from Sihemen to come so quickly.

"me……"

A man in blue opened his mouth to speak for a long time, but did not say a single reason. He was now so frightened that he was shaking all over and could not speak at all.

"waste."

The middle-aged man in white had a cold look on his face, and he sent out a palm from the air. A sharp palm force suddenly came out and slapped the man in blue on the head.

The man flew out instantly and hit a pavement hard, rolling all the way. When he stopped, he was completely lifeless and was too dead to die.

"What's going on?"

The middle-aged man in white had a cold light in his eyes and looked at the other four men in blue coldly: "If you don't make it clear, he will be your fate."

As he spoke, he pointed at the man in blue who was slapped to death by his palm.

"Liu... Helmsman Liu, just now... just now..."

A man in blue stood up and said tremblingly, the five of them had just punched and kicked Mr. Peach Blossom, and Mr. Peach Blossom would definitely not let them go, so they were all ready to betray the Sihemen and flee Linwu City.

But I didn't expect the people from Sihemen to arrive so quickly. Now they didn't say anything, let alone didn't dare to say anything. For a moment, I really didn't know what to say.

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