More than 1,000 people were killed. Joining thirty-one people is a drop in the bucket.

However, when Xiao Nantian saw Mo Huo and others killing people, he couldn't help but change his mind, and secretly scolded his mother in his heart.

It's so violent, really.

These thirty-one people are like tigers entering a flock of sheep, their moves are extremely simple, it seems that there are only a few simple movements, but they all violate the limits of ordinary people, although they are not aggressive, they can be extremely effective.

Every time the blade slashed, an enemy's throat would splash Yin Hong's blood.

No exceptions!

Thirty-one people formed a long strip of shape, each holding a knife in his hand. Perhaps, sometimes, the enemy's sword has already slashed at them, but they do not even look at it, but pounce on the enemy who poses no threat to them.

It seems a bit ridiculous, but when thirty-one people are put together, it becomes a formidable human flesh strangulation machine!

They were arranged in two rows, like a pair of sawtooth that was constantly turning. Every human being is a gear that is sharp enough to kill a person. But no one can threaten their existence.

And the person without eyebrows is like a big tree that has been strangled, and all those who stand in the way of the gears are like sawdust that has been pulled apart, scattering in all directions!

The expressions of the thirty-one people, almost the same, calm, indifferent, hard. They didn't pay any attention to the life and death of Xiao Nantian, who was following behind, and just quickly killed in the direction of Hu Lai.

Xiao Nantian secretly swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and under his feet, he stepped on the thick blood water, and followed closely behind with a Mo knife.

"What a cool trick!" In the martial arts arena at Senluo Ferry, behind the people on Wumei's side, there was a team of falcons, which had not moved. The two people in their leadership were a young man dressed as a Taoist priest and a middle-aged man wearing a black suit and sunglasses.

At this time, it was the middle-aged man with sunglasses who spoke, his body was straight, like a hundred-year-old pine, standing there quietly, without taking the bloody scene in front of him in his eyes at all.

It's just that when he caught a glimpse of Wudang Agni's shot, his brows slowly curved, and he couldn't help but make a comment out loud.

The young man dressed as a Taoist priest squinted slightly: "It seems that the black-clothed subordinates have more than one Heavenly Tribulation as a trump card!" ”

"You and I join forces and leave them behind!" The middle-aged man slowly took off his sunglasses, and then pinned them to his chest.

A cold light flashed in the eyes of the young Taoist: "My target is black!" ”

The middle-aged man smiled slightly and said softly: "Xiaomei, you said that if the black clothes were protected by them, would you still be able to kill him?" ”

Xiaomei, surnamed Zhi, is the name of this young man.

Zhi Xiaomei's eyes showed a burst of anger, but her mouth was tightly pursed. He wasn't sure, if he only relied on a dozen or so people under his command, he wouldn't be sure to break this constantly churning gear!

However, when his gaze fell on the eighteen Arhats, the cold chill on his body suddenly became stronger: "After leaving them, you have to help me keep the eighteen Arhats!" ”

"Of course. I believe that the prestige of Wudang will be in your hands, and it will be overpowered by Shaolin again! A smile appeared on the corner of the middle-aged man's mouth, and he walked in the direction of Mo Huo and the others.

Zhi Xiaomei paused and followed him closely. More than 20 subordinates behind the two also slowly followed. They unhurriedly chased in the direction of the Ink Fire.

Before fighting these people, it is best to let the people without eyebrows consume their energy.

The blood axe in Hu Lai's hand kept flying, colliding with the eyebrowless spear. The blood-red axe, flying up and down, with a chilling wind, looked mighty.

But the suffering is only clear to Hu Lai himself.

The eyebrowless marksmanship is delicate and strong, like winter rain, and it doesn't look like the amazing momentum of a summer storm, but it has its own lingering momentum that freezes people to the bone.

The marksmanship passed down from Changshan Zhao Zilong, its power is naturally unquestionable.

Hu Lai was unwilling to fight with Wumei. Because, the situation at this time is not good for them, if his backbone is a little longer and shorter, then the blow to those younger brothers can be imagined.

But now he realized that the difficulty of no eyebrows had exceeded his expectations. He had thought that his plan to kill the other party in one go with a fierce attack had failed.

Moreover, the continuous consumption of qi made him fall into passivity!

If he doesn't work hard, maybe he, an old hunter who hunts birds all day long, will be pecked blind by the rookie without eyebrows!

Damn, I can't care about that much.

Hu Lai's feet turned slightly, his body tensed, and he was about to start drying. Out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of his little brother not far away, and the eyebrowsless subordinates who were slashing and killing were faintly commotion.

Hu Lai was stunned, opened his mouth and was about to shout that the boss was coming, to boost the morale of his side, and the eyebrows on that side, suddenly snorted coldly, and the iron gun in his hand suddenly shook out a cold light, and stabbed him up and down.

Master duel, how can you be distracted?

Hu Lai's expression changed, and before he could react, he was hit on the thigh. The sharp triangular tip of the spear easily pierced his clothes and picked up a piece of flesh.

Hu Lai's figure paused slightly, and the tip of the arm, which had no eyebrows, retracted abruptly, but only a foot away from him, suddenly swelled again, straight to his chest. Hu Lai's arm muscles swelled, and the blood axe slashed towards the tip of the spear.

Seeing that it was about to be blocked, at this moment, the tip of the spear shrank again, and then instantly appeared next to Hu Lai's throat.

And Hu Lai's blood axe was split into the air, and his body was bent, giving people the feeling that he was holding his throat to block the opponent's iron spear.

The great monk Hu Lai's eyes were red, his bare head was bulging, and years of penance made him finally turn his head to the side at this critical moment!

Burst!

The iron spear was pierced on the side of his neck, and his left hand grasped the body of the iron spear, his eyes were round, and he shouted, and the blood axe in his hand was thrown towards the other party without thinking about it.

This hand was also beyond Wumei's expectations, where did he think that Hu Lai would eat himself so simply, and he would lose it? Although he inhaled in time, his ribs were still pulled by the axe, and a bloody wound was pulled.

Wumei snorted coldly, stepped slightly, held the spear in both arms, shook it, and the body of the spear broke free from Hu Lai's hand, and then smashed it on Hu Lai's shoulder.

smashed the monk's huge body alive.

However, there is no chance for Eyebrow to continue the pursuit. Because, one after another, crossbow arrows have been shot towards him. Holding the gun in his hand, Wumei blocked left and right, and finally retreated behind his little brother.

The people of the ink fire took the opportunity to surround Hu Lai, and then slowly rotated.

Fighting all the way, although they attacked strongly, they were more or less colorful on their bodies. The corners of many people's mouths are even more snoring, and the black scarf covering their faces has been covered by blood.

After all, there are too many people without eyebrows.

And along the way, we killed more than 30 people, injured more than 50 people, and on average, almost everyone killed nearly three people! But it still can't change the numerical disadvantage on their side.

You must know that in the process of rushing in, the people of the Crazy Word Camp have been killed by less than 200 people, and most of them are injured. And Hu Lai's subordinates are only about 40 people left.

On the Wumei side, there are still five or six hundred people.

"Kill it!"

Mo Huo glanced at Xiao Nantian, who had already supported Hu Lai, and slashed the Mo knife in his hand forward again, his people belong to the kind with strong explosive power, as the so-called rigidity is easy to break, and it is difficult to hold for a long time, even if they are specially trained Momen dead soldiers, they still can't maintain this state continuously.

All he could do was carry out Han Yu's order and take Hu Lai out.

He didn't think about changing the outcome of this fight, and he clearly knew that he didn't have that ability!

"Let go, Lao Tzu won't leave!" Hu Lai was furious, and kicked Xiao Nantian angrily. Let him leave so many brothers behind and run away? He can't do it!

However, Xiao Nantian hugged him tightly: "Brother monk, this is the boss's order!" Even if you kill me afterwards, we'll admit it. But now, I can't let go! ”

"None of you can leave!"

Wumei's cold voice came from behind them, and he took forty or fifty elite subordinates and rushed in the direction of Hu Lai. Mo Huo and the others retreated while fighting, but with the disturbance of no eyebrows, their formation could no longer continue to maintain a mellow flow.

And at this time, Zhi Xiaomei and others also arrived on the retreat of Mohuo. Far away, staring at them.

Mo Huo and they suddenly fell into a dilemma, and around, there were little brothers without eyebrows, who were gradually getting closer.

Suddenly, the person without eyebrows on the left was in a chaotic formation. The figure of the butcher knife Wang Jieshu rushed out. Behind him, there were thirty or forty blood-stained men.

"Fuck you!" Wang Jieshu roared, and stopped in the direction of Wumei without stopping at all.

"Butcher's knife, come back, you guys come back!" When the monk saw it, his eyes were almost split, but he couldn't call back the figure of the butcher's knife at all.

PS: This month, the update is really bad. Reasons aside, no matter what, it's a fact that it didn't do a good job. There are still about a million words in Jidao, and three months later, the book will be completed near the end of the year. I hope that at the last moment, one or two will break out, and the brothers are also ready to support, support the genuine, thank you~