Crazy son-in-law comes out: The stunning president chased after me

When Mo Sanjin heard Zhang Yu's words, he did not dare to delay in the slightest and quickly shared the location with Zhang Yu. At this moment, a cold voice came from behind him.

"Lengmian, do you think you can escape this time?"

When Mo Sanjin heard this, his expression changed drastically, and he dragged his wife forward to escape.

But after a few breaths, an old man in a black robe landed in front of Mo Sanjin and blocked their way.

When Mo Sanjin saw this old man with a pair of mouse whiskers, his expression was extremely nervous, and the palms of Xu Fengjiao's hands began to sweat.

"Ghost Hand, I didn't expect you to be dispatched this time. It seems that I am going to die here today."

Mo Sanjin drew out his soft sword across his chest, and looked at the old man in front of him warily.

This old man is named Ghost Hand, he is the golden killer of Blood Rain Building, and he is also a late-stage martial artist.

Mo Sanjin and his wife Xu Fengjiao are at the late stage of the Xuan Realm, and they have no chance of winning against the ghosts at the late stage of the Realm.

At the same time, there were several bursts of wind from behind Mo Sanjin, and then three middle-aged men blocked Mo Sanjin's retreat with long knives.

Mo Sanjin turned his head and looked back, with a self-deprecating expression on his face, he said: "I didn't expect Xueyulou to really think highly of me, not only sent a gold killer to chase me, but also sent three silver killers .”

At this time, the three middle-aged men behind Mo Sanjin were the silver killers of the Blood Rain Building, and each of them was at the late stage of the Xuan Realm.

Ghost Hand Hehe said with a sneer: "Lengmian, before we were too careless to let you escape many times, but this time we will not be careless again, you should know the rules of our Blood Rain Tower, unless you become a corpse You can leave the Blood Rain Tower."

The old man's hands are wearing a pair of iron gloves made of refined iron. Each iron finger is extremely slender, and the fingertips have been sharpened, and they are also covered with poison.

The old man also won the title of 'ghost hand' precisely because he killed an unknown number of people with a pair of iron gloves.

Cold Noodles is Mo Sanjin's title in the Blood Rain Building.

Seeing the opponent's situation, Mo Sanjin already knew in his heart that he would not be able to escape today. He turned to look at his wife beside him, with a guilty expression on his face.

"I'm sorry Fengjiao, I didn't expect that you would fall into such a dead end just after you woke up, it's all my fault."

When Xu Fengjiao heard this, a faint smile appeared on her face, she held Mo Sanjin's hand tightly, with a happy smile on her face, and said, "Don't say such stupid things, I will be very satisfied if I can die with you. "

Hearing this, Gui Shou laughed loudly, then said with his right hand across his chest, "Since you are so infatuated, then I will send you to hell to be a pair of desperate mandarin ducks."

As soon as the words fell, the right hand of the ghost hand swung towards Mo Sanjin, and the iron glove in his hand flew towards Mo Sanjin's head like a sharp arrow off the string.

Seeing this, Mo Sanjin quickly let go of Xu Fengjiao, and he chopped off the sharp sword in his hand towards the iron glove.

As the software and the iron glove collided, several bright lights came out, and then the iron glove continued to fly towards Mo Sanjin's head without changing its direction.

Mo Sanjin's face was shocked, and he quickly lowered his head just to let the iron glove pass by his scalp, and a strand of hair was cut off and fell to the ground.

The ghost hand sneered and said: "It seems that you still have some skills. No wonder you failed to chase and kill so many times before, but if you meet me today, you will die."

The ghost stomped his right foot on the ground, and then jumped a few meters before waving his left hand and falling towards Mo Sanjin.

Mo Sanjin looked shocked, at this time he had no time to dodge, so he could only grit his teeth and raise his sword to block, but was still forced by the ghost hand to take a few steps back.

Xu Fengjiao on the side was about to go up to help Mo Sanjin, but the three silver assassins rushed over to stop Xu Fengjiao. Facing three masters of the same level, Xu Fengjiao didn't get away to help Mo Sanjin at all.

Mo Sanjin raised his sword and resisted with Ghost Hand's left hand, but the flaw on the left side was exposed, and Ghost Hand quickly seized this opportunity and stretched out his right palm to slap Mo Sanjin's chest hard.

Mo Sanjin spat out a mouthful of blood, and then flew upside down a few meters before landing on the ground. His breathing had already become disordered.

"Three catties~"

Seeing this scene, Xu Fengjiao's face changed drastically. She wanted to go to meet Mo Sanjin but was dragged by three silver killers and couldn't go there. Immediately, the back was covered with clothes.

When Mo Sanjin saw this, his eyes widened and he roared loudly, "I'll fight you~"

Mo Sanjin stood up from the ground and rushed towards the three silver killers, but Guishou showed a ferocious smile on his face, and the glove on his right hand had been summoned back by him.

"Do you think there is still a chance?"

As soon as the words fell, the ghost hand's right hand glove flew towards Mo Sanjin's back. The speed was too fast for Mo Sanjin to turn around to block, and Mo Sanjin was about to die on the spot with blood spattering three feet.

"You dare to hurt my people, have you asked my opinion?"

A flat voice sounded, and then Zhang Yu appeared behind Mo Sanjin as if out of thin air, and stretched out his hand to gently hold the flying iron glove.

Guishou was shocked by Zhang Yu's sudden appearance, but when he saw Zhang Yu raised his hand to pick up his iron glove, his face suddenly showed disdain.

He was still very clear about the power of the glove he flew out of, and he could already foresee that the man who appeared suddenly would be stabbed all over his body by his iron glove.

But when Zhang Yu easily held the iron glove, the smile on Guishou's face froze immediately, and his eyes were slightly rounded, showing an incredible expression.

"Impossible~ Absolutely impossible~ No one can take my iron gauntlet empty-handed~"

Ghost Hand yelled frantically, he couldn't accept that his gloves were stopped by Zhang Yu so easily, and the other party seemed to be very relaxed, and there was no injury at all.

Zhang Yu looked at the iron glove in his hand, the corner of his mouth slightly raised to reveal a curve, and then he pinched the iron glove into a ball of iron lumps and threw it back to the ghost hand.

"This thing will be returned to you."

The ghost hand looked at the iron lump flying towards him, and his heart was bleeding, but when he stretched out his hand to catch the iron lump, his face suddenly became shocked, and then his palm was shot through by the iron lump, and then the iron lump shot again. It penetrated his shoulder and sank into the trunk of a big tree behind him.

"Who the hell are you?"

Tie Shou looked at his palms and shoulders that had been shot through, with a look of horror on his face, how could he not know that he had encountered a master at this time.

The situation on Ghost Hand's side also made the other three silver killers aware, they stopped attacking Xu Fengjiao and stood aside, brandishing their knives across their chests, watching Zhang Yu vigilantly.

Mo Sanjin walked to Xu Fengjiao's side, looked at the knife on the opponent's back that was bleeding continuously, and quickly picked out a porcelain bottle from his pocket, and applied a pile of healing powder on the opponent from inside.

Zhang Yu said lightly: "You don't need to know who I am, you just need to know that everyone in the Blood Rain Tower will die if they meet me."

When the ghost hand heard this, his face changed greatly, and then he shot the only glove in his hand towards Zhang Yu, and then turned and ran away.

Seeing this, Zhang Yu showed a mocking expression on his face. Facing the iron glove that was approaching quickly, he slightly raised his right hand and turned it slightly, then the glove suddenly turned around and then rushed towards the back of the ghost hand.

"Ah~"

Before the ghost hand could react, the iron glove shot directly from his back, and flew out of his chest, leaving a hole the size of a bowl on his chest, bleeding continuously.

The ghost hand looked down at the wound on his chest, with a self-deprecating look on his face, he never thought that he would die under his own gloves one day.

His mouth squirmed slightly and wanted to say something, but blood kept gushing out of his mouth, and he couldn't utter a single syllable when he wanted to speak. Finally, he fell to the ground and twitched slightly, and lost his breath after a while.