"Poof!hahahaha!"

Pikaqiu's smile was so great that his face was flushed. He smiled, and the others became quieter. Everyone looked at Pikatyu and just looked at him quietly and smiled.

Pikatyu's breath was long, and the laughter continued. He held his breath, making all the people present feel a little out of breath. His laughter continued, but it became much quieter.

When Pikatyu's laughter disappeared, a few tears came out of the corners of his eyes. He reached out to wipe away the tears from the corners of his eyes, and because his fingers were a little strong, his eyes still felt a little pulling.

"Chopper!good!good!" said Pikatyu, standing up, his fingers tapping lightly on the table.

When Chopper heard the altar owner's words, he didn't think he was boasting about himself. At this time, he had the same thoughts as everyone present, but he needed to be more guarded. Chopper had the dagger in his hand.

"Vice Altar Master Qiao's suggestion made me pause! It's just that those people are dead after all, and it's impossible for us to resurrect them now. ”

Pikaqiu swung his right hand back slightly, and the subordinates behind him immediately pulled the mahogany seat back.

Pikaqiu walked out unimpeded, and he walked around the table that was more than ten meters long. "Our enemies have now arrived, and they are standing outside our caves. How powerful these people are, I don't know. But, I know, in their hands are our lives!"

"Kill them! Kill them! Kill them!"

I have to say that Pi Kaqiu's eloquence is indeed remarkable. Even if Chopper's words just now evoked people's memories, it still didn't prevent him from mobilizing the desire to fight again!

"Good!" "Smack!" Pikatyu clapped his hands lightly, cheering for his men!

"Chopper also mentioned earlier that we have lost too many masters in the sect before this! It seems that we are much weaker in terms of combat effectiveness! Do you all think so?"

No one spoke! Pikatyu expressed the feelings of those present in a straightforward manner, but people were well aware of the methods of the founder of the branch, so no one dared to express their opinions easily.

"Yes!" Chopper responded. "Even if they don't speak, they can't hide their inner thoughts!, my noble altar master, please forgive me for my recklessness, but what I have said and done, all this is for our Holy Blood Sect!"

Chopper was a little excited, what he said was indeed what he really thought in his heart, but in this unpredictable world, how many people would believe in the loyalty expressed by a person in front of everyone?

Pikaqiu walked up to Chopper's side, and he gently patted the other man on the shoulder, signaling Chopper not to get excited yet. Everyone quietly breathed a sigh of relief, they knew that Chopper might really be able to be understood by the altar master.

"Relax, brother, we have known each other since the day the altar was founded, and I have never doubted your loyalty to the religion!" Pikatyu gave Chopper the greatest comfort, his words were contagious, and often hit the most fragile emotional threads of the other party.

"The reason why I'm going to stress this issue to you today is because I want to tell you. Our combat effectiveness has not weakened, on the contrary, our combat effectiveness has strengthened!" Pikaqiu smiled a little stiffly, but the corners of his mouth on the right side were raised, looking a little embarrassed.

However, not many people cared about his smile, and people were all curious about what he had just said.

"Yes, brothers, I'm telling the truth. When they do come in, I'll show you something different!" Pikaqiu was full of confidence, giving his men enough confidence. "So, now you need to get back to your respective posts!"

Still a little unconvinced, Chopper stood up again, only this time quietly. "Altar Master, can you reveal what it is?"

Pikaqiu gave Chopper a gentle look and smiled sincerely. "Soldiers!"

As soon as these words came out, everyone gasped!

Chopper sat down in his chair in a daze, and then he pulled out a box of cigarettes from his arms. There was no font on the cigarette case, and he opened the cigarette case and pulled out one, then tried to light it for himself.

He hit many times in succession, but there was still no fire. At this moment, Pikatyu stood behind him and handed over the lighter. Chopper slowly turned his head and saw a sincere smile on Pikatyu's face.

"Thank you!" Chopper said seriously.

"You're welcome!" said Pikatyu indifferently. "Now, everyone can go! In the current form, it is not easy to rush out. Our Dark Sentinels and Dark Squad brothers have been out there fighting their opponents for a long time. However, it's a pity that none of them will come back alive!"

Pikatyu had complete control over the small mountain, and after the damage to the mountain's power supply system and backup power system, he completely lost control of the periphery.

"Now, I'm asking everyone to be ready. Chopper, you take a group of men to guard the west gate, and the rest of the men follow me to attack the east gate! Now, let's go!" Pikaqiu gave the order, and no one dared to delay for a moment.

Chopper rushed to Simon with a group of brothers, and he hurried forward with the sword of the Immortal and the carved dagger at his waist. Along the way, Chopper's team passed through numerous dark whistles before finally stopping at a fork in the road.

At the intersection, a young man wears a black uniform with a beast embroidered on his chest. The young man stood at the fork in the middle, his arms folded, as if he had known that someone was coming.

In his hand was a short knife, and blood was dripping from the tip of the short knife. The young man's eyes flickered over Chopper to the team behind him. His head kept shaking, and it was clear that the guy was counting the number of people.

"Oh! there are too many people here this time!" the young man tried to look behind him with his toes cocked like Chopper. "I'll go! This black oppressive piece, can you have a little look?

Chopper looked at the young man and was almost angry.

"Damn, where the did this guy come from, he's so arrogant!Vice Altar Master, wait a minute, I'll take care of him!" a young Holy Blood Cultist crossed Chopper, and without waiting for the Deputy Altar Master's order, he rushed over without permission!

Chopper opened his mouth to stop him, and then he lowered his arm, thinking that it would be good for this subordinate to try the other man's pounds. In the blink of an eye, the young Holy Blood cultist rushed to the young man with the short knife in his hand.

"Poof! poof!"

Chopper only saw his men swing their blades twice, but heard dozens of muffled sounds, which were obviously the sound of knives cutting through the skin. He looked at the man, and from that angle, the man seemed to be dancing.

Finally, the voice died down, and the Holy Blood Cultist stood stubbornly across from the young man. At this time, almost everyone was silently counting in their hearts, silently counting how many seconds this brother could hold on to before he fell.

Bang!

Chopper watched his men fall straight to the ground, but he didn't notice how the young man on the other side had dodged. "You, who are you?" Chopper knew that he had met a real master.

"I'm a friend of the villager, you can call me the villager!" said the young man, spreading his hands.

"Villager?" Chopper wondered. "Your friend?"

"Well, yes!" the young man tilted his head in a moment of deep thought. "We all call him the Boss, but when he killed your people, he said that he was the son of the villager, and he was the villager!"

Chopper was still wondering who that person was, and it was obvious that his train of thought was led astray by the person in front of him! "Damn! What are you fooling me? Do you know what kind of place this is, you dare to break in, you are really looking for death!"

Chopper, who finally reacted, was very angry, and with a wave of his hand, his subordinates swarmed out!

The place was so small that Chopper's men filled the cave in an instant. The young man looked at the swarming Holy Blood cultists, and his head grew for a while. He roared, "That's a lot!"

Everyone immediately stopped when they heard this roar, they were completely stunned by the young man's sudden voice.

"Damn! This kid did it on purpose!

"Rush, kill this bitch!"

"Kill, chop him into meat sauce!"

The young man yelled, and without waiting for the other party's reaction, he rushed over in an instant. The short knife in his hand turned into the king soldier of the Hell Messenger, and began to reap the lives of the Holy Blood Cultists non-stop!

Chopper didn't know what was happening, he stood still looking at his men who were still rushing forward, and he didn't recognize that the young man would be chopped into meat sauce in a few minutes!

The lighter was lit, and Chopper took a deep puff of his cigarette before looking up.

All smokers know that it is okay to smoke, but you have to spit it out. This is especially true of Chopper as a veteran smoker. However, when he looked up to see his men who were gradually retreating, and when he looked at the corpses lying on the ground in the gap that was gradually leaving behind, he never spit out the cigarette again.

"Ahem, ahem, ahem!"

Chopper choked on the cigarette he smoked. He raised his hand to wipe the tears that had choked from the corners of his eyes, and then clenched the sword in his hand. "stop Lao Tzu! What's the situation, so many people can beat each other and still be able to go back?"

Chopper looked at the young man opposite, holding the hilt of the sword with one arm and pointing at the other party, "You report your name, Lao Tzu will not kill the nameless!"

The young man was a little speechless, he had been fighting for a long time, and this thing had only started to call out now! He was about to speak, but someone shouted out first!

"His name is Jiang Wen, don't ink, hurry up!"