The Legend of Soul Fighter: The Genius Repeater

Huolang hurriedly smoothed things over and said, "Mubai, it's rare for us brothers to get together, why don't we find a place to drink first."

Mu Bai said coldly: "You all get out of the way."

When everyone heard this, their hearts became extremely nervous, but no one moved.

Danny said, "Boss, you promised me that I wouldn't be impulsive."

Mu Bai ignored Danny's words, and an invisible aura radiated out. The people standing beside him couldn't bear this terrifying pressure at all, and almost subconsciously distanced themselves from Mu Bai.

For a moment, only Jian Wuhui was left staring at the huge pressure, and confronting Mu Bai.

Seeing that the situation was not good, Fire Wolf broke out in a cold sweat, hurriedly walked to Han Yan, and said in a low voice, "We brothers can't persuade him, so go and try, and don't let Mu Baihu come."

"This..." Han Yan hesitated for a while, and said to Mu Bai in front of him: "Calm down, find a place to sit down and talk about something, don't do anything here, and hurt the feelings between the four brothers."

Danny said: "Boss, you promised me that I wouldn't be impulsive. If you want to kill Wugui, kill me first."

Fire Wolf followed up and said, "Yes, count me in too. We are brothers, and we will die together if we die."

Mu Bai took a deep breath, calmed down a lot, stared at Jian Wuhui coldly, and said, "I think it's easy to kill you."

"No!"

Fire Wolf and Danny's expressions changed instantly when they heard the words, and they wanted to rush to Jian Wuhui, but they were horrified to find that they had been secretly given a gravity technique by Mu Bai, as if they were being suppressed by a mountain, and they couldn't even move an inch. can't do it.

Jian Wuhui was terrified in his heart, he hadn't seen him for half a year, and Mu Bai's strength had grown to such a powerful level, even though he had the strength of a saint, if Mu Bai wanted to kill him, one move would be enough.

Suddenly, Mu Bai's figure rushed to Jian Wuhui like lightning.

At that moment, everyone's big eyes opened suddenly, and they didn't say anything.

"Puchi!" There was a muffled sound.

Mu Bai had already pulled out the sharp long sword in Jian Wuhui's hand, and pierced his chest with a sword. The bright red blood instantly stained his chest red, dripping down the blade continuously.