Although he was very contemptuous of this man on his face, his strength made Xiao Qiufeng have to admit that this was a master, at least in terms of martial arts, he did not lose the face of the Zuo Teng family.

Every move is up to a thousand pounds, surging energy, set off a wave in the air, the two of them on the eaves, as if they lit firecrackers, the sound of "crackling" is endless.

The Qingzhu Gang has been divided into two factions, one faction loyal to Qingping'er, and the other faction loyal to Qingyutang, this is a tragedy between relatives, but under the decision between life and death, no one will show mercy, and the result of all this is Qingyutang alone.

The Divine Warrior Team faced the sudden assassination of hundreds of ninjas, and the sharp blades of the samurai flashed, and the strength of the Yamaguchi Alliance was indeed no longer comparable to ordinary gangsters.

The thirteenth sister led the brothers of Temple Street, and after hiding in the bunker, while covering the attack of the Divine Soldier Clan, she eliminated the recalcitrant Qingzhu gang thieves, especially Qingyutang, she already hated them to the core.

If there is no such batch of munitions, today's battle, Temple Street really does not have any hope, looking at the frozen breath above Temple Street, the storm of Zhenli, the thirteenth sister shouted and ordered: "Hu Tou, tell the brothers, even if you die, no one is allowed to retreat, otherwise you will not say that you are my brother in Temple Street in the future." ”

"Eldest sister, don't worry, we are gentlemen, just fight for this tone, and we won't retreat even if we die, brothers, don't let the thirteenth sister down, don't let Xiao Shao down, fuck, kill these bastards-"

With the roar of Hu Tou, the gunfire became dense again, the Qingzhu Gang was unstable, and while fighting, some people fled, and Qingping'er and Lao Ji, as well as Xiao Pingtou, of course, were psychological offensives, and while fighting back, they shouted to make them sober, reorganize the Qingzhu Gang, and don't help the abuse.

The strength of the gang of more than 10,000 people is still quite equal, not to mention the killing of a large number of samurai and ninjas, if it were not for Li Qiangbing and the Divine Soldier Clan, Temple Street would definitely be defeated at this moment.

"Brothers, you're welcome, hurry up!" Li Qiangbing twisted the necks of two ninjas in a row, and by the way, he also kicked the body of a samurai, shouting loudly, in fact, his biggest desire at the moment is to kill these little Luo Luo as soon as possible, to appreciate the charm of master fighting.

For him, it was definitely an experience that there was no way to learn, and he was not tired of this kind of disturbing ninja, but these people really didn't seem to be afraid of death, killing one and another, and he alone had already hung twenty or thirty corpses.

Xiao Qiufeng already had a kind of hot sweat, from the battle of the Iron Blood Regiment back then, to the fog capital of London, and then to the battle of the Sky Mercenary Regiment in the Middle East, his heart really has never been so happy as it is at this moment.

But in this joyful pleasure, his heart, full of killing, is more than ever, this man, must die today.

Among the people who fought with him, Bai was the most powerful one, and the special genetic mutant was even more irritable with some wild surnames, but at this moment, this Saburo Zoten, mixed with the roar of a beast, powerful power, melted into the limbs, and was extremely sharp.

And he seems to have given up his traditional martial arts, and he has not even used the most famous slash in the wind of the Zuo Teng family, and what he is facing with Xiao Qiufeng is also a kind of collision between force and force.

Xiao Fengfeng finally had the feeling of an opponent, if he was not a beast of the Zoteng family, or they could still make friends, but at this moment, between them, either you die or I die, killing is their only belief in each other.

The first battle in his life, at this moment, Xiao Qiufeng's strength was exerted to an almost terrifying point, the slightly thinner body than Zoteng, almost every attack, with the endless power of heaven and earth, incomparable, regardless of Zoteng Saburo's full attack, it still can't take advantage of the slightest advantage.

"Black Snake Basket!"

The snake is his totem and his pet, and the snake of the Zoten family [***] needs the power of hatred to practice, but he is still the first person.

This kind of martial arts, he is also the first time to shoot.

Saburo Sato had never met an opponent, and he never thought that he would lose one day, but the face with Xiao Qiufeng had made him find this fearful thought.

Am I really going to lose?

Defeat means that he will lose everything, including his life.

With a cold snort, Sato Saburo's body was tightly surrounded by the black mist, which seemed a little ethereal, Xiao Qiufeng's sharp legs attacked, but found that the black mist was extremely soft, and there was no physical body of him at all.

Not only that, when Xiao Qiufeng touched the black mist, there were already six inexplicably around him, all of which were shrouded in black mist, making it impossible to tell which one was Zuo Teng's hiding place.

Although the darkness makes it impossible to see, it can be sensed by the mind.

"Kenshin—"

The sword heart together, with the improvement of true strength, like ten thousand rays of light, rushed towards him, at this moment, Xiao Qiufeng slowly rose, and the windless automatic body was like a god, and the glowing light shrouded him all around, like a dragon of qi, hovering and not dispersing.

The sword is domineering, but the sword is light, and at this moment, the sword has turned into a rain of swords, dripping down.

At this moment, Qingping'er raised her head, her face was full of pious worship, in her heart, this man was a god-like existence, and she was willing to pay her life for him.

Not only him, the thirteenth sister, Hu Tou, but also all the divine warrior teams have already seen that Xiao Shao, who is extremely handsome, is floating in the air, and his posture will always become an unquenchable fire of faith.

Only by this faith can they live forever.

Hu Tou couldn't bear this excitement, pulled out the pistol from his waist, stood up all of a sudden, and roared: "Brothers, rush forward, let's fight-"

All of a sudden, thousands of people from Temple Street had already stood up with the sound, the gunfire was loud in the wind, and those Qingzhu Gang members who were hiding were also infected by this passion, and under the leadership of Lao Ji and Xiao Pingtou, they rushed up, at this moment, the need was a kind of momentum.

And the battle between the two in the air has reached the most intense moment, the bright brilliance of the sword light penetrates all the black mist, so that Zuo Teng has nowhere to hide, everyone only hears Xiao Qiufeng smile heartily, the ubiquitous sword qi, but suddenly changed, the light dragon hovering around him instantly transformed into a knife.

Xiao Qiufeng drank coldly: "Sword heart - broken!" ”

The sword qi that opened the sky and the earth had been poured down like a lightning strike, Saburo Zoten frowned, and the uncontrollable anger made the arrogance in his heart even higher, and the cloak behind him shook, condensing the powerful leather, which had become the hardest talisman qi.

The strong muscles of his arms exerted every bit of strength, and behind the cloak, it was quietly contained, just waiting for an explosive blow, but he didn't expect that the power of the cloaked skin could not stop the power of the sword heart at all.

Just heard the sound of "whoosh", in a flash of the knife, the knife qi had entered his body, and the pain that had never been felt before seeped into his mind, and he had not been injured again in twenty years.

The sword qi entered his body, forming a raging destructive force, Zuoten's body trembled slightly, and a trace of bloodlet had overflowed from the corner of his mouth, clearly letting people know that he had been injured.

"General-" A ninja saw it and rushed over in a hurry, as if he wanted to relieve the siege of Zoten, but Li Qiangbing didn't give him this opportunity, appeared halfway, and blasted out with a punch.

"Fuck you, fuck off!"

Roll out and fall, the fist has already reached the head of this ninja, Xiao Shao is playing with this little book like a god, how can he let this kind of bastard disturb, Li Qiangbing was furious, his fist was attached to this head, and he kept blasting this poor ninja to slag, splashing a wall of slurry, miserable, and he didn't even have time to scream.

"Team Li, good kill—" Several loud shouts sounded in the crowd, Li Qiangbing's violent posture aroused a stronger fighting spirit, and for a while, the screams of the samurai were already ringing endlessly, and the momentum was formed, and the defeat of the Qingzhu Gang tonight was a foregone conclusion.

"You have indeed worked hard, but in front of me, your strength has not yet been introduced, because an animal is an animal, no matter how hard he tries, his fate is only the fate of being slaughtered."

Xiao Qiufeng didn't give Zuo Teng a chance to breathe, and the invincible sword heart that fused with yellow true strength appeared again, even more violently.

No, this time, there were three phantoms, just like Xiao Qiufeng had three right hands, the sword momentum was complete, and the heavens and the earth had been solidified, Zuo Teng looked up, at this moment, he lost his eyes, and the fear that he had never felt before seeped into his heart like the wind was gone.

He actually felt the fear, and he could not overcome the fear of his opponent.

His eyes skyrocketed, and a blood-red aura filled his face, he was a descendant of the Zoten family, and he would not be defeated, and he would never be defeated.

The cloak has been torn into snowflakes and scattered, and at this moment, Saburo Sato has awakened from that confused shock, his whole face is full of madness, and his pursuit of power has made him a real devil.

If you enter the Tao with martial arts, if you don't become a god, you will become a demon.

(To be continued)