Chapter Thirty-Nine: The King of the Gang Fight is really not afraid
"Don't chirp crookedly, this king said, the first one to kill is you, I'll let her finish it first, and then our account will be calculated slowly!" Duanmu Xuan pointed at Lin Kun and said loudly. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. biquge。 info
"Look for death, come on! Give him to me! When Lin Kun heard this, he was furious, his face turned pale, and he said angrily.
The big man who had just been kicked away by Duanmu Xuan hurriedly got up from the ground, annoyed and angry, blushing, carrying a weapon, and cutting off Duanmu Xuan's head.
The bandits standing behind Lin Kun all carried their weapons, shouted loudly, and rushed towards Duanmu Xuan.
"Burst Slash!" The big man was carrying a giant knife, and the blade was shining with a brilliant glow, as Lin Kun's right-hand man, his strength was naturally not low, reaching the strength of the seventh level of the Blood Realm.
Just now he was kicked away by Duanmu Xuan, it was his carelessness, and he comforted himself like this.
"Get out of here!" Suddenly, a green figure suddenly flashed on the battlefield, and the big man with the giant knife was kicked away, and the knife in his hand was broken in two.
The figure of the big man flew out upside down like a kite with a broken string, and the bandits who rushed up suddenly stopped and picked up the big man, and the big man foamed at the mouth and fainted directly.
Then everyone turned their eyes to the battlefield, and the two women stood beside Duanmu Xuan respectively, they were beautiful, they looked more beautiful than Mrs. Ruixi, and they were more popular than Mrs. Ruixi.
When all the thieves saw their appearances, they were also slightly stunned, licked their dry lips, and kept their eyes on their chests.
"It's beautiful, it's big!" One of the bandits blinked in shock.
"Look for death! Now on the battlefield! Another slightly older bandit slapped him and reprimanded.
Not to mention that the thieves were stunned for a moment, even a character like Lin Kun was also slightly stunned, and set his eyes on Guan Feng and the others.
"If you want to break the rules of my game, then I will fulfill you, kill you, and then play with her slowly." Duanmu Xuan turned around with the Fengming knife, looked at Lin Kun and said.
From the beginning to the present, his face was calm, and he did not have a trace of timidity at all because of the large number of people on the other side.
"These are the two masters you hired, right? No wonder you're fearless. Lin Kun's eyes widened and he said solemnly.
"If I want to kill you, this king alone is enough, but if you want to choose a group fight, it doesn't matter, this king can accompany you to the end." Duanmu Xuan looked at Lin Kun and shrugged his shoulders and said lightly.
"Just you? Want to fight this king? I'm afraid you don't have the qualifications yet. Lin Kun stretched out his finger, shook it, and said disdainfully.
"Kill me, don't leave a single one!" Lin Kun stretched out his hand and waved it, and said in a deep voice.
"Kill!" All the bandits rushed forward with weapons, but their target was not Guan Feng and the others, but concentrated on Duanmu Xuan and swept away.
Guan Feng and Zhang Xingcai, goddess-level women, the thieves are reluctant to hurt them.
Duanmu Xuan watched a group of bandits kill him, the corners of his mouth curled slightly, revealing an evil smile.
"Brothers, for the sake of the dead brothers in Cambodia, pick up your weapons and set foot on the gutter village for me!" Duanmu Xuan angrily pulled out the Fengming knife, pointed at the sky, and said loudly.
"Kill!" The bandits who followed behind Duanmu Xuan shouted in unison, pulled out their weapons one after another, and roared angrily in the sky, in order to wait for this moment, they had been waiting for a long time.
When the thieves in the gutter village saw the enemy pull out the weapon in his hand, he was dumbfounded.
What does it mean to have a broadsword with a glow?
What does it mean to have a spear full of spiritual power fluctuations?
"The magic weapon is of the highest quality!" A gutter thief lost his voice.
"Nima, look, that kid is holding a long sword with a high-grade spiritual weapon!" Many bandits have found out that the situation is not right.
Among the four hundred of them, the worst weapons in their hands are all of the middle grade of treasure weapons, and when they look back at the weapons in their hands, they are simply ashamed, and there is a world of difference!
Lin Kun saw that the weapons in their hands were also shocked, and he looked down at the big knife in his hand, which was just a high-grade treasure, and involuntarily quietly put away the big knife.
Then he looked at Duanmu Xuan's body, wondering, where did he get so many extraordinary weapons?
Could it be that this is why Mu Lao asked him to evacuate?
"Damn, it's a waste for such a good weapon to fall into the hands of this bunch of waste, brothers, kill them and snatch their weapons." One of the bandits shouted loudly, greed in his eyes.
"Yes, kill them, grab them!" All the thieves in the gutter village seconded the proposal, and the killing intent was even stronger.
However, they did not go a few steps, and all of them stopped again, looking at the enemy with incredible eyes.
Here, the sun is shining, the brilliance is dazzling, and a huge beast appears in front of everyone's eyes, there is a wind wolf stepping on the haze, and there is a regrettable cow full of strength.
Every Cambodian bandit rides a beast of extraordinary strength.
"They are ......" The thieves in the gutter village were shocked, the mount was like a luxury to them, even if it was the leader of the bandits, it was already good to have a mount partner who was separated from the blood realm.
Even Lin Kun's mount was just a five-fold green-scaled leopard from the Blood Realm.
And they, the bandits with the worst strength are all sitting on a wind wolf that is five layers away from the blood realm.
If there is no contrast, there is no harm, this sentence is applied to them.
Lin Kun also blushed when he saw this scene, showing embarrassment.
But he still didn't choose to evacuate, for the sake of Lin Hao, he had to take down Duanmu Xuan!
While they were stunned, the Cambodian bandits had already killed and taken dozens of lives.
"Brothers, this is a gift from the Cambodian bunch of waste, what are you waiting for?" Seeing this, Lin Kun roared loudly and encouraged.
"Kill!" The bandits did not hesitate this time, and picked up the weapons in their hands one after another and rushed over.
In order to get weapons, in order to get mounts, they killed red-eyed.
The strength of the two thousand thieves in the Yin Gou Village is not low, and the cultivators account for seventy percent, and their strength is generally between three and five levels of the blood realm.
The Gutter Village can recruit so many cultivators in a short period of time, which is also what makes Duanmu Xuan unable to figure it out.
However, he believes that after this war is over, he will get the answers he wants.
The whole scene was chaotic in an instant, shouts, screams, endlessly, dust covered the sky, flying sand and stones, and Dao Dao aura fluctuations swept away here.
Bright red blood was splashed everywhere, and after half a cup of tea, the venue was already covered with a faint layer of blood-colored mist, and the smell of bloody was rushing towards him.
Although the bandits in Cambodia lost their cultivation, with the help of their mounts, there were few casualties, but the bandits in the gutter village were shot to death by the beast mounts one by one, or burned alive.
With the addition of Guan Feng and Zhang Xingcai, the trend is clearly on the Cambodian side.
The dust swept by, raising Duanmu Xuan's cloak, he held the Fengming knife in his hand, walked towards Lin Kun step by step, looked at Lin Kun with a sneer and said, "Is it useful to have a lot of people?" If you want to fight this king, you really haven't been afraid. ”