"Get out of here, I can't die!" Wild boar Huang Junsong held a sharp mountain knife in his right hand, with a hideous face. On his thigh, a piece of Yin Hong's blood was spreading rapidly, and a junior brother next to him was using a spare sterilized bandage to help him stop the bleeding.

He stood up a little impatiently, and his scarlet eyes were just staring at Gu Ziwen and the others who were surrounded by his people.

Huang Junsong is one of the eight generals of the Tempest, and he is also a member of the Ma Rulong faction, the deputy leader of the Tempest Gang.

Last time, after Ma Santai went back, he said that Han Yu was extremely arrogant, which had already made this fierce general of the Tempest Gang hold back his dissatisfaction.

Today, he got news again that Han Yu actually went to the Donglin Market he was taking care of and fought with Miss Chu Yan for something.

Who is Chu Yan? Everyone in the entire Tianshui City knew that it was the woman that their third young master Ma had taken a fancy to.

In his own territory, fighting for things with the woman that his young master fancies? What is it? This is contempt, and it is slapping him in the face of Huang Junsong!

Therefore, he came, with a hundred guards, and after getting the approval of Ma Santai, he went straight to Beihai County, the headquarters of Shatian, and the Ximen Entertainment Club.

Because it was a surprise attack, this battle was fought very happily and smoothly.

Although the person who covered the sky was a little more difficult than he imagined, and without anyone to command, he even let his thirty or forty younger brothers hang up, but compared to his results, all this can be ignored!

Victory, this is a beautiful victory, no one can question it!

Huang Junsong only felt that he was very angry, and he learned from the intelligence that there were three or four hundred younger brothers who covered the sky, and the hundred people he brought with him, although they were the elite of his subordinates, he didn't dare to say that one was ten, so he retreated.

Although nicknamed a wild boar, Huang Junsong is obviously not stupid.

If this is the end of the matter, it will be a perfect ending, a raid, a success. not only saved his face, but also curried favor with Ma Santai and his father Ma Rulong, and he did not have much loss.

It's a pity that only halfway through the road, perfection is broken.

The people who covered the sky actually came to the door, if there were many of them, it would be enough, and only five people dared to stop him Huang Junsong and intercept the one hundred and ten people he led.

This arrogance once again angered Huang Junsong. Five people, even if he bypassed these five people and returned to the city unharmed, then he would not have the face to say that he was one of the eight generals of Tempest.

He couldn't afford to lose this man, and neither could the Tempest Guy.

So, these five must die!

However, something that made Huang Junsong depressed happened again. He knew that the other party dared to come to the door, and he must have some support, so as soon as he came up, he let his subordinates beat him, and he also took action himself. Originally, I wanted to fight quickly, but I didn't want to swing it with a knife, but instead of cutting off the opponent's head, I was picked off by someone on the thigh!

Looking at his seventy or eighty junior brothers, each with a snow-bright mountain opening knife, they cut around the five people for a long time, but instead of solving the battle, they added more than 30 casualties to their side, his brows couldn't help but wrinkle more and more, and the cold light in his eyes became more and more intense!

Five people, even the worst one, are on par with him in strength!

And the guy with a dagger and a half-cut triangular military stab far surpassed him!

Damn, a little shading, a gang that has only been established for a few days, where did you get so many good hands?

Huang Junsong scolded secretly, smiled coldly with murderous intent on his face, carried the mountain opening knife, and walked towards Gu Ziwen and them step by step under the protection of several guards. Sometimes, being high doesn't necessarily mean you win.

Like, right now.

In the air, there was a slightly sweet smell of blood, and there were a lot of severed arms and stumps, and blood.

The low fighting, the screams, kept ringing.

Huang Junsong, who lost money, in order to avoid attracting attention, chose Xidan, a road that few people usually walk, in and out of Beihai County, and it was dusk in winter at this time, and there were almost no people on the road, and no one found this scene, otherwise, I was afraid that it would cause a lot of panic.

The fight continues!

Poof!

Gu Ziwen's body was a little slower, and a cut more than a foot long was pulled out of his shoulder.

The white flesh was overflowing with blood in an instant!

The sharp blade brought out a burst of blood, and the little brother of the Wind Gang who succeeded immediately retreated with interest.

Unfortunately, he was only halfway back before he immediately froze.

With a cold snort, the half-cut triangular army thorn in Gu Ziwen's hand stabbed out strangely, gently wiped it over his throat, and then quickly shrank back.

Yin Hong's hot blood arrow shot out from the throat of the little brother of the Tempest Gang, his eyes widened, he still held the knife in his hand, and as soon as his footsteps were raised, he fell down with a bang, turning the incredible look on his face into eternity.

Gu Ziwen didn't even look at him, whether it was his identity as the former assassin of the dark list Dark Night Snake King, or the dark snake that covers the sky today, he is still the ruthless killer who likes to kill with one blow and is merciless when he shoots!

Today, it is destined to be a river of blood!

Gu Ziwen tightly held the half-cut three-edged military thorn in his hand, and the dagger in his other hand blocked forward.

A mountain opener with a fierce killing force slammed into his dagger.

The collision of the long knife and the dagger, the battle between the charged blow and the hasty change of moves, the result is of course self-evident.

Gu Ziwen snorted, and the dagger in his hand stabbed into his arm.

This knife, he can obviously dodge it, although the weapon in his hand is not the three-edged military thorn in his hand, which greatly reduces his combat effectiveness, but his flexible body is still there.

But he didn't.

Because behind him, there were four more people. Four people who didn't have to appear here, but insisted on standing behind him and bathing in blood with him!

Today, when Huang Junsong went to Ximen, Gu Ziwen was not there because he went to pick up these four people.

Kill 10,000 enemies and lose 8,000 yourself!

The five of them were surrounded by seventy or eighty people, and they managed to kill more than 30 people on the other side, but the price they paid was not small!

The mountain artillery, rushing to the front at the beginning, put down the most people, but also the most injured! Especially the two knives in the stomach have made him lose his combat effectiveness, and he is being protected by them in the middle at this time!

The mouse was stabbed in the leg, and the bones were visible! The wolf's arms were colored, the corners of the mouth were bloodied in ink, and the camouflage shirt was scattered and scattered, revealing the shirt that had been stained dark red with blood inside.

But they still didn't retreat around the mountain cannon, although Gu Ziwen is a killer, he is also a man!

A man who doesn't talk much but has clear grievances, is above board, and is happy to be revenge.

Therefore, he did not retreat, he would rather stab himself with his dagger than give people a chance to hurt those who gave him peace of mind in their backs!

"Kill it!" Gu Ziwen didn't pay attention to the wounds on his body at all, his slightly silver brows furrowed slightly, and his cold eyes revealed Sen Han's murderous intent.

With a movement of his wrist, the Triangular Thorn was thrown out by him without hesitation, turning into a flash of black light and shooting into the chest of a Tempest Gang brother.

Then, he began to slowly retreat.

Behind him, covered in wounded wolf teeth, the two rats supported the mountain cannon on the left and right, and rushed out step by step behind the ink.

Feeling their retreat, the little brother of the Wind Gang immediately lifted his spirits and slowly pressed up.