"Meng Xiaoan, no one from the Jiang family is afraid of death."

A big man smiled coldly, and he rushed out first, swung his machete and chopped Meng Xiaoan's shoulder.

As soon as he moved, the people behind him also moved, and another round of attack was coming.

"Slay the killing." Meng Xiaoan suddenly shouted, knelt on the ground with his left leg, and his right hand was horizontally behind. The machete directly pierced into a big man's lower abdomen, pulled it out, jumped up, and chopped it down on a person's shoulder. The clone of an arm was not screaming, and the man punched Meng Xiaoan.

Meng Xiaoan felt cold in his heart, his eyes were cold, and the sword flashed, cutting off his wrist. The hand shook on the ground, shaking like a tadpole swimming in the water.

Blood dripped from the tip of the knife, Meng Xiaoan raised his right hand and hit the man's chin with his elbow. The latter was knocked away several meters away.

At this time, Meng Xiaoan suddenly heard the sound of the car horn.

"retreat."

In an instant, no one left. Meng Xiaoan stood there, turned around, and looked around. The ground was covered with corpses, and he felt like he was looking around in a daze.

With a jingle, the knife fell to the ground. Meng Xiaoan raised his head and covered his face with both hands. After a long time, he took the hand: "I didn't expect that I would kill so many people." His eyes were full of self-deprecating.

"Haha..." Meng Xiaoan laughed loudly and walked downstairs with a big smile.
Chapter completed!