The strongest protagonist of Douluo

After entering the cell, Su Yunhao killed the person in charge of guarding, and then noticed that there were many people locked inside.None of these people are very strong, and the strongest one is only a level 29 great soul master.

"Thank you, little brother. If you hadn't come here, I'm afraid we would have died in the hands of those bandits." The leader, a middle-aged man in Tsing Yi, looked at Su Yunhao gratefully.

Su Yunhao glanced at the remaining people and said: "It's a simple task, no need to worry about it. I think you should hurry up and leave here. They haven't discovered what's going on here yet, otherwise it will be too late by the time they react."

"Oh, yes, everyone, hurry up and leave here, otherwise you will be in trouble if those thieves find out." The middle-aged man in Qingyi greeted the people behind him and rushed outside without hesitation.

Su Yunhao, who was walking behind, shook his head slightly and said nothing.

A young catcher standing next to Su Yunhao couldn't help but said: "Little brother, these people are too much. We rescued them, but we don't know if they stayed to help us. If there are these people With help we will be more confident.”

After hearing this, Su Yunhao said calmly: "They have no obligation to help us, not to mention that people are unpredictable. They can help us, but they can also betray us for money, or even betray us and catch us off guard. What's more, you didn't notice. ? They don’t think much of us either.”

"Alas." The little catcher couldn't help but sigh after hearing this.

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the other side.

"Captain, do we really want to take action? I just heard that their leader is a level 34 soul master." One of the agents couldn't help but said.

The middle-aged policeman said confidently: "What are you afraid of? Nothing will happen to you as long as I'm here. What's more, I'm a level 35 soul master, so I can easily take care of them."

"But..." He wanted to say something else.

The middle-aged head catcher waved his hand and said: "Okay, their boss is in the house in front. You follow me. I will kill him now. Why do you want to eliminate harm!"

Whoosh!

Their movement was quite large. Before the middle-aged man could get in, he noticed a person suddenly walking out from the side. The man noticed the aura of the middle-aged head catcher and couldn't help but said: "Who is that person!"

"Kill your man!" When the middle-aged headhunter saw someone discovering him, he attacked him without hesitation.

"Just you?" The man sneered and jumped up, revealing his fat figure in the night. This man was the third in charge who exited the room.

Ding Ding Ding Ding!

Even though the third master is fat, his soul master is not weak. He can resist within fifty moves, but it becomes more and more difficult the further he goes.

The sound outside startled the people in the room.

A horse-faced man sitting in the main seat frowned slightly, looked at the middle-aged scribe beside him, and said: "Mr. Jiang, there is a small problem in the village, I will go and deal with it right now."

The middle-aged scribe frowned when he heard this and said: "Don't make any mistakes at this time. Moreover, if the people from Qihu Mountain sense that something is wrong, they will soon arrange for people to come. By then, you and I will not be able to escape. You should end up clear."

Hearing this, the horse-faced man's expression suddenly changed, but he was quickly controlled. "Don't worry, Mr. Jiang, it's just a small matter. I'll be right back."

"Yes." The middle-aged scribe didn't say much after hearing this.

As soon as the horse-faced man left the room, he noticed two people fighting not far away. Upon seeing this, he took action to disperse them without hesitation.

The third master's face was very ugly. The other party's cultivation level had strengthened him a lot and had left several wounds on his body. Blood was constantly pouring out. The pain made him extremely angry.

"Brother, kill him!" the third master said angrily.

The horse-faced man looked at the middle-aged head catcher and quickly thought of who it was, "Lin catcher, I, Erlongshan, have nothing to do with you. Why did you rush into my Erlong Village in the middle of the night and injure you?" My brother!"

"Hmph, you Erlongshan robbed homes and committed all the evil deeds. Today I am here to eliminate harm for the people. You must die!" the middle-aged head catcher shouted, raising the sword in his hand.

The horse-faced man couldn't help but shake his head when he saw the middle-aged head catcher taking action.

Although the opponent's level is much stronger than his, he has experienced too many battles over the years, and each battle can be regarded as a battle of life and death. His actual combat experience is much better than that of a middle-aged head hunter.

Ding Ding Ding Ding!

After dozens of moves, the middle-aged catcher was sweating profusely, showing a somewhat bewildered expression. His realm level was higher than that of his opponent, but his strength was simply unable to suppress him.

On the contrary, the horse-faced man's swords appeared one after another, and each sword was condensed with terrifying strength. With a few swords, his arm was blown away on the spot, and blood continued to pour out, staining the ground red.

The people behind him looked at this scene and their faces turned pale.

"Captain, let's go, we are no match for them." One of them looked at more and more bandits around him, with a panic look on his face, wanting to leave immediately.

"You want to leave, but my elder brother didn't let you leave. Let's see who dares to leave!" The third master looked at the police officers with a sullen face and squinted his eyes. "You hurt me. I want to leave unharmed. I'm dreaming."

"Kill them!" said the third master.

The handsome bandit attacked those people without hesitation, forming a large-scale battle. The middle-aged head catcher was trapped by the horse-faced man and lost an arm again.

"The level 35 Soul Lord is nothing more than this. It's a bit ridiculous that you dare to come here based on your strength!" The horse-faced man's brows were full of disdain.

He has met too many people who don't know how to be generous. They think they have some ability and want to stand up for others. Little does he know that their strength is not strong at all, and they are just looking for death.

Although the strength of the Level 35 Soul Lord is strong, it is very different from the Level 34 Soul Lord like him who has experienced hundreds of battles. His cultivation level is one level lower, but his actual combat experience is very good, and he is more than enough to kill the opponent. .

"You... I will never let you go even if I'm a ghost!" the middle-aged head catcher roared angrily.

"Third brother, I'll leave this to you. Remember to deal with it in a while. If something like this happens again, don't blame me for not caring about my brotherhood. I still want to accompany that gentleman!" The horse-faced man said with a stern face. explained.

When the third master heard about it, he immediately became silent and said, "Don't worry, brother, I will make sure everything is properly arranged."

Watching the horse-faced man leave, the Third Master looked back, looked coldly at the middle-aged head catcher in front of him, kicked him up, and sneered: "Aren't you quite capable? You even hurt me."

"Take him down here, I will torture him to death!"

"Yes, the third master."

The Third Master led people to the cell. As soon as he arrived, he felt something was wrong. Because there was a strong smell of blood around him, he looked at the four people in charge of guarding.

"Why is there the smell of blood?" The third master said solemnly.

"This..." The guard in charge was a little at a loss, and when he noticed the middle-aged head catcher behind him, he also understood that those people had probably been wiped out, and he was the only one left.

Several other people in charge of guarding saw the opportunity and attacked the third master's house without hesitation.

"I don't know whether to live or die!" The third master shouted coldly, and fiercely took out a sword in his hand, killing the three of them in an instant. Then he put the sword to the throat of the surviving man, "Say, this What’s going on!”