Yang Jing and the other troops retreated to the dirt slope behind with Di Cheng's order at the moment when the flame bomb exploded, and saw the surrounding war rolling and shouting to kill the sky, their blood was already restless, and they were eager to join in and enjoy this feeling of excitement boiling in the blood.

After receiving Di Cheng's order to fight, Yang Jing took a deep breath, and his raised palm shook it in the air, like a thunderous roar and then exploded: "Eight people, face the battle!" ”

Xu Yun, Zhou Shaohua, and Yi Tingxuan looked at each other, a little bit of fire shook in their eyes, no matter how indifferent and calm they were on weekdays, they were like excited beasts at this moment, and their fighting intent was monstrous!

Not only because of the popularity of the scene, but most importantly...... This is an international battlefield! The other royal Yakuza of the other party! This is another country! No matter how crazy they are, no matter how they fight, they will not bear any responsibility, and they do not have the slightest psychological pressure.

This is the real freedom!

"Black Force! Against!! ”

"Black Force, Fight!"

The four major forces of the Black Martial Arts raised their heads to the sky and roared, hysterically venting the battle intent in their chests, that look, that look, like a devil crawling out of hell! With sound shock, with potential to urge force, with force to stimulate blood.

After the roar, more than 100 black martial arts elites collectively burst out, and under the leadership of Yang Jing, the god of Tianmenmen, as well as Xu Yun, Zhou Shaohua, and Yi Tingxuan, the three golden high-level powerhouses, they rushed down the dirt slope, like a flood, wrapped in incomparable intent, and rushed to the crowd in front.

"Cold Front troops, hold the blade of the gun in your hand, assassination game...... Start now! Remember one sentence, don't ...... Shame on you! Gu Ziwu's sharp gaze swept over the fifty Leng Feng elites behind him, and his sonorous voice and simple but heavy encouragement successfully mobilized everyone's passion.

"The first battle of the ballistic troops, not for anything else, but for the backbone of the man, for my ballistic majesty, brothers! Walk!! Wu Long took a deep breath and snapped off the heavy machine gun on his shoulder.

Chen Minghu wiped the tip of his nose vigorously, his indifferent eyes bloomed at this moment, his hands shook violently, and the two Changsha eagles spun rapidly, and then snapped his grip: "Old opponent, who wants revenge?" Come with me! ”

Guan Ying took a deep look at Nishiwaki Hong next to her, waved her hand to her subordinates, and said simply: "Save the reputation of the Yaksha troops, sisters...... Walk! ”

With the shouts of the commanders of the various departments, more than 200 members of the eight tribes rushed up one after another and slaughtered towards the battlefield.

Black Martial Arts: Iron rod whistling, big knife slashing, double-bladed flying whirl, eighth-level violence! The four major troops and the eight-sided killing array, with the cooperation and cooperation of each other, formed the most gorgeous and shocking death tornado on the entire battlefield. Every whistling attack, every anger "crushing", splashed with a strong rain of blood, terrible wails and screams, they use the most direct, the most barbaric, the most crazy way to interpret the true meaning of "black martial arts", so that these devils can see what is called Chinese martial arts, what is called hot-blooded children, what is called crazy as a beast, what is called real combat!!

And such brutality is most strongly manifested in Yi Tingxuan, a blood boy who should be indifferent, because of his ancestral hometown...... Nanking!

Kill!! Resentment carved into the soul!

Cold Front: Quietly stealth, second to second, bullet burst, sharp blade assault, this mature assassination force uses its speed advantage to wander back and forth on the huge battlefield, like a lonely soul at midnight, searching for any target that can be attacked, occasionally silent, occasional observation, and then full attack, killing with one blow. Different from Heiwu's mania, they have Gu Ziwu's forbearance and ruffian strategy, hiding in the safest place, doing the most dangerous assassination, like a cowering poisonous snake, swallowing crimson snake letters.

Trajectory: Barrel acceleration, rifling spiral, bullet rage, lock kill. Under the personal leadership of Wu Long and Chen Minghu, and with the cooperation of dozens of former secret service members, the ballistic troops rushed with all their might, took the initiative to bypass this chaotic battlefield, lured the armed forces of Yakuza to drift into the distance, and reflected the peripheral ballistic forces to carry out a merciless massacre. Yakuza has the advantage of numbers, well-equipped, and excellent quality, but it has lost the command of Xiaojie Chunlang and others, and the cooperation between them is a little chaotic, and in the face of Wu Long, Chen Minghu and other former peak agents of China, there is a gap after all, if it were not for the secret assistance of the military assassin and the soul burial troops, maybe the balance of victory has tilted.

Yaksha: Some stealth, some assassinate, some close, some shoot, each member of the team gives full play to their own advantages, as if they are crazy tigresses, no matter how beautiful or ugly they are, no matter their temperament, at this moment, all of them are fierce and roaring forward, fierce momentum, ruthless moves, as well as the mode of death, and the fear of bloody corpses, are no less than other troops, with their female characteristics, the crazy performance is even more terrifying. Their offensive methods may have been scattered, but the natural delicacy and caution of women made them the best sentinels of the other troops.

The four major units worked together to show Yang Jing's writing ability that amazed them, and the internal and external troops reflected each other from afar, including the Guards, nearly 900 soldiers of the Eight Divisions were all completely stimulated. Death? For those of them who had a rough background, a thirst for killing, and a somewhat twisted mind, it might have been a simple word, and it didn't pose any threat.

In their eyes, there are no injuries on the battlefield, only victory and death. Even if you are stabbed or shot, you still have to move forward, at least two or three pads must be pulled on before you die. This is the iron law of family law formulated by Yang Jing for the eight people, which may sound ruthless, but it is not until he is on the battlefield that he can understand that this sentence is actually the best life amulet.

Only more ruthless, only more crazy, can be stronger! Only then can the enemy be timid and live!

The flames of war are raging, and bullets are flying; Knives and sticks rolling, iron fists roaring, the entire dense forest completely turned into a sea of riots, the scene is hot, the killing is bloody, absolutely more than any violent conflict in the world today, more than any movie hot scene.

The combination of cold weapon fighting and hot weapon conflict creates a tragedy and tragedy far superior to that of the ancient battlefield.

For anyone in the middle of it, it's a battlefield, and it's hell; The blood here is even more cruel; But there's no denying it...... Immersed in it, their blood is boiling! It's hard to suppress the excitement!

"Let's go." On the dirt slope, when everyone left, Meiyan suddenly spoke lightly.

Xi Xiehong was secretly thinking about how to escape from the gloomy "ghost" beside her, and when she heard this, she couldn't help but be surprised: "What? ”

"Let's go, before I change my mind." Meiyan looked at the battlefield quietly, her cute face was particularly delicate under the firelight, but the indifference and coldness on her body made people involuntarily feel a little afraid, especially when she knew her identity and strength.

Little girl? The Gate of Heaven is full of monsters! The more harmless humans and animals are, the more petite and cute, the more terrifying and even terrifying. The two ghost creatures of beauty and teeth are the most distinct representatives!

"Are you sure?"

Meiyan didn't answer, just quietly looked at the battlefield in front of her, watched the flames rise and the ancient trees burned, watched the tragic battles and blood splatters, and her expression was surprisingly calm, as if everything in front of her had nothing to do with her.

Xi Xiehong stared at the beauty tightly, her eyes were uncertain, of course she wanted to leave, but she couldn't guess the meaning of the beauty, so she didn't want to go......

"Why?" After hesitating for a while, Xi Xiehong still asked this sentence.

"Save face for Emperor Xi Yu, your life ...... He takes it himself! Meiyan's voice was calm, but the dead silence like a secluded pool made people panic inside.

Xi Xiehong's delicate body trembled slightly involuntarily, but she didn't stop anymore, turned her head and rushed to the dim place in the opposite direction.

At the moment she left, there was a slight shaking between the canopies of the ancient tree not far away, and vaguely there seemed to be a figure flashing away, and in the chaotic battlefield, this subtle movement basically did not attract attention.

But at this moment, a faint sneer appeared on the indifferent and cold face of the beautiful face, the pupils swayed, the delicate body moved back, and silently left the dirt slope and disappeared into the depths of the dense forest.