Chapter 1153: Demon Blood Burning 1

The moon shadow is clear, and the neat full moon hangs in the sky, radiating a quiet and bright light. It spreads across the roofs of the small county town like mercury, and the streets and alleys. If there weren't some pedestrians on the street, it would definitely make people feel as cool as night and cold as the world.

Dong Bo, who led his subordinates to the bloody family, had already been away from the sad "burst". The simple small place has a special place that makes people feel at ease in the world. Dong Bo, who walked onto this land with a little ancient meaning, and the low and broken city walls all illustrate the ancientity of this small city.

The night is already pointing to the early morning, but the lights are still bright in a wide building. Such a bright spot is a bright place for this small town with a population that is not comparable to "burly".

In a blink of an eye, Dongbo, who had a deep sense of touch, came outside the wide courtyard.

"This is the location of the leader whom those people are talking about?" Dong Bo said to a bloody disciple beside him.

“Yes, commander.”

"Hmph, I'm here to see what is so powerful that the owner here can actually shake the underground order of Fujian!" Dong Bo was very angry, really angry, but no matter how angry he was, he could not attack the bosses of Fujian, because they were not going to resist you at all, but just made a request, a seemingly relaxed request. After receiving Xiang Yufeng's order, Dong Bo first rushed to Fujian. It was also at this time that news that the elite troops of the Shandao Alliance were destroyed in Guangdong came over, which made Dong Bo very depressed, because this war had nothing to do with him. When Dong Bo came to the Blood Sect to summon the underworld, all the gangs in Fujian were very loyal. After all, the Shandao Gang was destroyed first, and Dong Bo came with the remaining power of the Blood Sect, so they could not tolerate them not to give face.

But the first sentence that someone said straight to the point made Dong Bo a little stunned.

"As long as you can defeat the leader of our Fujian gangster Alliance, my Fujian gangster will be under the blood sect."

The underworld alliance? The leader? What is it? What kind of alliance leader is there? Dong Bo will naturally ask clearly. Under Dong Bo's questioning, he quickly understood that the so-called underworld leader did not have the power to execute the gangs in real consciousness. However, it was because the other party was respected and the pair of iron fists had not been defeated, so he had the so-called alliance leader in the name. When Dong Bo heard the other party's iron fists shouting that he was invincible, Dong Bo could no longer sit still, and rushed to the location of the so-called underworld alliance that day, a small county town located in the eastern part of Fujian Province.

"You are responsible for the alert. Without my orders, you are not allowed to come out!" The battle of Dongguan, the bloody battle in Guangzhou, and the battle of the Southeast Gang, Xiang Yufeng did not let Dong Bo intervene. Even if he intervened, he was just a bit of fur. This made Dong Bo very unhappy. Therefore, it was rare that this time, Dong Bo naturally had to have a good time!

Dong Bo reached out and grabbed the iron ring of the magnificent and tall red door with large round iron nails, and then knocked on the heavy wooden door with force.

"Clang! Clang!" The dull sound of hitting the door broke the quiet courtyard. After waiting for a while, someone came to open the door and let the person in. Then he looked out in a habit. Suddenly, he found something flashing around the corner in the distance. When he opened his eyes, there was nothing, only the wind was scattered, and the white garbage bag was floating on the ground, strange and desolate.

The doorkeeper had an unknown chill in his heart, and quickly closed the door and walked into the noisy room, muttering: "Go back quickly, otherwise, that guy Ma Lao Er would not be sure to eat my portion of meat."

The thick gate made a dull and low sound of "bang!" in the darkness, and it closed; as the lingering sound echoed in the empty night wind, a black shadow walked out of the corner in the distance, staring quietly at the tall courtyard door in the distance that opened like a giant beast's mouth in the darkness.

Walking to the wide courtyard gate, I saw a large plaque on the courtyard gate, which was bright moonlight. Looking carefully, I saw four gold-pinned characters "Cyan Pine and Green Cypress" written on it. The brushstrokes were nailed over the big round iron nails. There were two tiger heads swallowing their mouths and two copper rings. The entire gate exuded a powerful and domineering momentum.

Dong Bo did not expect that when he stepped on this small town without any attention, the fighting spirit suppressed by the renewed breakthrough of force in his heart was on this ancient land, and the fighting spirit actually made a sound, and the fighting spirit was referring to this "green pines and green cypress".

"Bang!" The thick gate was shot by one-fifth of Dong Bo's power. After a dull sound, a hole as big as a washbasin was opened. The splashing wood chips splashed out into the yard, and immediately filled the space near the yard gate.

Although the sound was not very loud, it was enough to make the people in the house who were drinking and eating meat. A few 200-watt light bulbs in the yard lit up, and the wide yard was bright and transparent, like daytime. Immediately afterwards, a large group of men with wide arms and thick waists and alcohol were rushing out of the door, standing in the yard, staring blankly at the door that opened a big hole, and were secretly surprised: Who in this county dares to destroy the door here so blatantly?

"The leader is here, the leader is here." Someone shouted, so the big men let go of their surprise and retreated to both sides. It seemed that their expressions were very respectful to the leader.

With the sound of "The Leader is Coming", a road was separated in the middle of the crowd, two men with more powerful bodies than others, accompanied a thinner old man in the middle. The old man was about sixty years old, his hair was white, and his face was as thin as a sharp-mouthed monkey cheek, but he was still red and full of energy. It was a pity that his eyes turned upwards, revealing the white or black eyes. He was actually a blind man, leaning on a blind guide stick in his hand, and he tapped on the solid floor tiles that swelled the yard, and a crisp sound of gold and iron clashing sounded. The black body of the stick was actually made of fine iron. Although he was old, he walked with a dragon and tiger steps, and he didn't need support like an ordinary old man.
Chapter completed!