Chapter 186 Can You Be More Domineering?

"Hey, boy!" The middle-aged fat man shouted at Jian Wushuang, "Which mountain are you from?"

Jian Wushuang stood indifferently in front of the middle-aged fat man and the others, but did not speak.

"Don't talk? Hmph, it looks like there is no mountain." The middle-aged fat man smiled coldly, "Boy, listen, I now give you two choices. The first is that I kill you and take it away. Your Qiankun ring, wait for the next life to be a good person."

"The second thing is to go back with Lao Tzu to see the big boss. Seeing your white and tender appearance, the big boss might keep you by his side as a tea and water delivery person, even if the boss doesn't like it, stay there. I, in the Purple Fire Gang, hammer the legs of our brothers on weekdays, that's not bad!"

"Haha~~~" Hearing this, a group of bandits behind the middle-aged fat man immediately laughed.

"Boy, just these two paths, you choose." The middle-aged fat man said coldly.

"Bringing tea and water? Beating the legs?" Jian Wushuang touched his nose, but still didn't answer, but the long sword behind him was already unsheathed.

call out!

Jian Wushuang's figure moved, and the sword light waved directly at the group of bandits.

The bandits were immediately furious.

"court death!"

"Only one person dares to take the initiative to attack us, he really doesn't know whether to live or die, brothers, kill him!"

"kill!"

This group of bandits are all people who lick blood at the edge of a knife, and they are all fierce and cruel. Since they have already shot, they will not show any mercy.

Jian Wushuang's eyes were cold, and when his figure was about to collide with this group of bandits, his swordsmanship exploded.

I saw a cold sword shadow suddenly light up, and the moment it appeared, it replaced all the light between heaven and earth.

"This sword!"

When the bandits saw Jian Wushuang's sword, their expressions immediately changed, and they followed...

Chi Chi Chi! ! !

The icy sword light swept through the group of bandits, and the sword mercilessly cut the throats of the bandits.

In just one encounter, there were a full eleven bandits, except for the middle-aged fat man at the head, the others had already turned into cold corpses and fell in a pool of blood.

However, Jian Feng, followed by the Three Killing Sword, appeared on the shoulders of this middle-aged fat man.

"Fatty, you just said, you want to teach me how to be a man?" Jian Wushuang looked at the middle-aged fat man coldly, and slapped the long sword in his hand.

Pfft!

The middle-aged fat man knelt down without hesitation, and even begged for mercy: "My lord, I have eyes but don't know Mount Tai. A life."

Jian Wushuang was stunned when he heard it.

He had seen a person who was greedy for life and feared death, but it was the first time he had seen a person who was greedy for life and feared death to such an extent, like the fat man in front of him.

"Sir..." The fat man was still crying, tears and snot falling down.

"Shut up." Jian Wushuang shouted angrily.

The middle-aged fat man was so frightened that his whole body shuddered, but he didn't dare to continue talking nonsense, but he still looked at Jian Wushuang with a pitiful expression.

"I ask you something, just answer truthfully." Jian Wushuang said coldly.

"Definitely, it is necessary, no matter what the lord asks, as long as I know, I swear I will never hide it in the slightest, I just ask the lord to spare my life." The middle-aged fat man continued.

"You just mentioned the big boss and the Zihuo Gang to me. It seems that you should be one of the members of the Zihuo Gang. What is the overall strength of your Zihuo Gang?" Jian Wushuang asked.

"Overall strength?" The middle-aged man was stunned, but immediately answered.

"My lord, the Zihuo Gang I belong to has hundreds of people, many of them are innate Jindan warriors, and we have two leaders of the Zihuo Gang, both of them are weak and weak, and they are strong in the entire extreme east. In the plains, our Purple Fire Gang is a relatively well-known big gang."

"Gang?" Jian Wushuang couldn't help sneering, "Is it a bandit gang?"

The middle-aged fat man smiled awkwardly when he heard this.

"I ask you, among your Zihuo Gang, are there any wanted criminals wanted by the surrounding Twelve Dynasties?" Jian Wushuang said.

"Wanted criminal? Yes." The middle-aged fat man nodded again and again, "The second leader of our Purple Fire Gang is a wanted criminal, and he is also a silver-level wanted criminal. In addition, we have four other members of the Purple Fire Gang. Wanted criminals at the black iron level, they wear wanted armbands all day, and it is easy to distinguish."

"One silver, one black iron?" Jian Wushuang's mouth curled slightly, "Take me to your Zihuo Gang's lair."

"Go now, are you alone?" The middle-aged fat man looked at Jian Wushuang in amazement.

"If you want to lead the way, lead the way, stop talking nonsense." Jian Wuduo's expression was low.

Naturally, this middle-aged fat man didn't dare to say more, and even gave Jian Wushuang a guide.

The old nest of the Zihuo Gang actually built some simple houses and tents on a concave hill in the extreme eastern plain. At this moment, the old nest of the Zihuo Gang was very lively.

Many robbers are eating meat and drinking alcohol.

Suddenly, a fat body smashed over like a cannonball, smashing hard on the ground, causing the whole earth to tremble.

This fat figure is naturally the middle-aged fat man caught by Jian Wushuang.

"Fatty Tang, what the hell are you doing?"

Many bandits in the Zihuo Gang looked at the middle-aged fat man.

The middle-aged fat man slowly struggled to stand up, did not speak, but turned to look behind.

I saw Jian Wushuang, who was carrying the long sword on his back, clasping his hands, and slowly walked over.

The eyes of the bandits of the Zihuo Gang also focused on Jian Wushuang for the first time, including the two leaders of the group of bandits, who were the two leaders of the Zihuo Gang, one of whom was cold and bleak with braids. The man, on his left arm, also wears an armband engraved with the word "kill".

Seeing this armband, Jian Wushuang's eyes lit up.

"The second head of the Purple Fire Gang, right, I want the armband in your hand."

As soon as the voice fell, the three killing swords behind Jian Wushuang were already unsheathed.

Buzz~~~ A terrible sword intent rose up in vain at this moment.

Without a word of nonsense, Jian Wushuang had already directly killed the gloomy man with the whip.

Immediately, the entire Purple Fire Gang became agitated.

"A mere achievement of a golden core, actually trying to kill me?" The gloomy man with the whip sneered disdainfully.

"Where is the idiot who doesn't know how to live or die, quickly get rid of it." A purple-haired old man next to him also frowned. This purple-haired old man is the head of the Zihuo Gang.

The two of them sat in front of the table, and did not take Jian Wushuang in their eyes at all. They were still drinking wine there, while a large number of bandits around were slaughtering Jian Wushuang.

This scene surprised the middle-aged fat man who brought Jian Wushuang here.

"This guy……"

"A golden elixir, alone, dare to kill directly to the nest of the Purple Fire Gang."

"Besides, he didn't say much, he just started to kill the second master?"

"Does he dare to be more domineering?"

The middle-aged fat man roared in his heart, but his eyes narrowed in vain.