All of the Blue Wolf's remaining combat strength swarmed in, a full 1,700 people, more than three times the number of Yongtang.

As soon as the Blue Wolf's men rushed out of the car, they raised their machetes and rushed towards Yongtang's brothers, and they were all mad when someone killed them in their base camp.

It's just that the brothers of the emperor in front of them all looked at the knife hands shouting at them with cold eyes, their eyes were like knives, and the guys in their hands were holding tightly, and no one was nervous or afraid. On the contrary, everyone had a bewitching smile on the corner of their mouths, and they were a little arrogant and proud.

The man of the blue wolf roared and was about to knock down his eyes, but Dixiong's brother still stood motionless, and Yang Shuhuang, who was standing at the front, was like a stone, and did not pay attention to the person who rushed over in the slightest. The blue wolf's knife hand was arrogant and furious, but in the eyes of Yang Shuhuang and Yong's cousins, these people were actually dead!

The blue wolf's people were killed in an instant, and only then did Emperor Xiong's brother suddenly move. The brothers standing in front of him quickly dodged to the sides, and the two hundred crossbowmen behind rushed out.

Suddenly, two hundred bows and crossbows were raised in unison and lined up.

"Woooo

The steel arrows shot fiercely, and the men of the blue wolf rushed in a hurry, and in an instant, the bows and arrows pierced the bodies of these men, and the screams resounded throughout the sky.

The men who rushed in front kept falling, one after another, one after another. The power of the steel arrows was terrifying, and the bodies of the men under the blue wolf were all distorted. There are even steel arrows that penetrate a person's body and are still rapidly advancing in the air, and a steel arrow can kill three or four people at the same time.

This close-range shooting of the bow and crossbow was not inferior to the spear, and the people of the emperor gritted their teeth and shot fiercely, wave after wave, they laughed, laughed arrogantly.

The people of the blue wolf rushed very violently, and they couldn't stop at all at all, and the people in front fell in batches, but the people behind didn't have time to stop, and they also rushed to the eyes of the Emperor Xiong brothers and ran to the eyes of the Hades Palace.

The screams were still loud, and the whole street trembled.

"Charge me, plug me with their bows and crossbows!" The blue wolf himself was present, watching his men keep falling and dying, and suddenly the fire burst on, roaring angrily and making his men rush forward.

The blue wolf's men have fallen more than five hundred after fighting for a while, and the lethality of the bow and crossbow is really terrifying.

But the bow and crossbow, like the gun, will empty the bullets, and the steel arrows will run out. Soon the crossbow in the hands of the Dixiong brothers had already used up all the steel arrows, and they threw the bows and crossbows down in unison.

"Up!" Yang Shuhuang had been standing proudly in front of the crowd, and now it was time to fight for knives when the steel arrows ran out.

The brothers who flashed on both sides roared and rushed out with Yang Shuhuang, and the emperor Xiong behind immediately dropped his bow and crossbow and replaced it with a machete and followed.

The Blue Wolf's men were really brave enough, and after being killed so much, none of them escaped, and they stepped on the corpses of their companions and fought with the Emperor's men.

There were 500 brothers in the emperor, hungry wolves and 1,020 men, and the fight was unprecedentedly fierce.

The knives were swinging rhythmically, and the people on both sides went crazy, they slashed hard, and no one could stop the scene of mixing.

The blood streaked through the air in lonely arcs, and finally scattered to the ground, and the knives of the Emperor Xiong brothers swung extremely hard, almost all of them were fatal.

How much power can be exploded with a thin blade may only be clearly explained at this time. Every time the brave cousin slashed out, a large stream of blood would be raised, and sometimes it would rise to the point of directly throwing an arm away, and the bloody head would also be cut off countless times!

The scene was terrifying, but the people on both sides seemed to be undead from hell, and they really didn't pay attention to the stumps and heads in front of them, and continued to fight mercilessly.

The people of the blue wolf fell one after another, and the brothers of the emperor were also killed and wounded, but the people of Yongtang came with the heart of death, and they had already considered themselves dead.

"Ahh

The cry is incessant at this moment, this is the shout of the Dixiong brothers, with a bit of sadness and a bit of anger, and more hatred.

A handsome brother in his early twenties who had just slashed three blue wolves was instantly surrounded by four knife hands, and they swung their machetes at the same time. The handsome brother swung out his machete to block one of the slashes, and the other three slashes fell on him in unison.

One was in the back, one cut his left hand directly, and another cut straight into his head. A large stream of bright red blood spurted out, and the handsome brother screamed in pain, his voice hoarse and determined.

A flash of white light suddenly erupted with unimaginable speed and power, and the knife was swung by this brother who already had only one hand. His right hand exerted the last of his strength, and the machete slashed straight sideways.

A waterfall of blood red soaked red, and three silent moans suddenly sounded and disappeared in an instant. The three heads flew out at the same time, and the brother of the emperor was also blasted to the end, and his life was engraved here, even if he already knew it.

Each of the emperor's brothers is like this, they will still desperately swing another knife when they are slashed, whether they can cut it or not, in short, they can kill one more. For every one more blue wolf they killed, there would be one less person, and the brothers behind them would have more hope of survival.

Fighting to this level may really be the ultimate in the underworld, and those who don't want to die are always the most terrifying. After a long time, the streets were littered with corpses, countless stumps and bloody heads, and blood was the only color.

The fall of the five hundred brothers of Yongtang has reached three hundred, but they also pulled more than 800 people to accompany them to the funeral, there are less than 400 people left in the blue wolf, and there are more than 100 people in Yongtang who are still standing for a long time, as long as they are not dead, they will never fall like this, and those who fall have already ended their young and short lives, and the brothers who fell have no regrets, they are dead but the corners of their mouths are arrogant smiles, just like the young and frivolous laughter when they are alive.

They have no regrets, because their lives are lived according to their last wishes, no one can defile their insolent character and soul, and they will not be lonely with a group of good brothers on the road together.

Life, lived, lived without being insulted by anyone, arrogant, hanged, worth it!

"Dixiong, what an emperor!" More than twenty people had died under the blue wolf's knife, he looked at the mountains of corpses and smiled helplessly, his heart was decisive enough to die so many of his brothers, Dixiong was more terrifying than he imagined.

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