The two tigers ran wildly all the way. When the convoy stopped, he only looked back, and the tears in his eyes couldn't stop staying!

"Brother Mole, Brother Dead Sea......" Erhu clenched his fists, and there was a hot tearing sensation in his chest, but he didn't dare to stop for a moment.

He knew how the time had come. His brother, his eldest brother, at this time, may be using his body to block the other party's wheels!

Netherworld, you!

Erhu scolded fiercely in his heart, but because of the darkness under his feet, he fell down with a bang. He got up, wiped his face, and kept running!

For he saw that a few lights, after a slight pause, came in his direction again.

Obviously, the moles they didn't stop everyone!

Erhu knew that he had to pass on the news before the cars reached Zebra Slope. Therefore, there is only one thought in his whole heart, that is, run!

Gradually, he felt that his hands and mouth were a little wet, and his body was gradually numb. The feet, as if unconscious, just habitually poked forward.

If someone saw it at this time, they would be surprised. Because his speed is no slower than the world's 400-meter relay race!

The black knife in Wei Zhengfeng's hand once again slashed over the two younger brothers of Sui Gun Hall, but the cold night over there had already put the gun into Song Soul's chest.

Blood, gushing out.

Gongsun disaster, Song Soul, the two died under the hands of Leng Ye one after another!

"Cold night, you are looking for death!" Wei Zhengfeng was on fire, completely on fire, he was like an angry bull, and he threw out the black knife in his hand without thinking about it.

The huge black knife let out a piercing whistle. A junior brother of Sui Gun Hall couldn't dodge, his throat was cut, and his head was almost taken to fly.

The black knife was like a sickle thrown out by death, and in the blink of an eye, it crossed a distance of more than ten meters, and when Wei Zhengfeng's roar seemed to be still echoing in his ears, the knife had already come to the back of the cold night in a rage!

The spear in Leng Ye's hand was put away violently, and he was about to point at a little brother of the Crazy Word Battalion, when he suddenly felt the violent killing machine, his body suddenly tensed, his eyes glared, and he picked it out with a shot.

Woo!

The guns and knives intersected, and the black knife suddenly grazed his cheek and flew over, bringing up half of his ears!

Leng Ye's painful mouth twitched, and in his eyes, the cold light was cold and murderous. As the deputy hall master of Sui Gun Hall, when did he suffer such a big loss? However, this product is not comparable to a wine bag and rice bag like Li Dong. Even in the midst of his rage, he still maintained a little calm, even indifferent reason!

Aren't you crazy Wei people who feel sorry for me to kill you? I'm still going to kill you!

Leng Ye turned around again, took his elite subordinates, and rushed towards the little brother of the Crazy Word Battalion under Song Soul!

Wei Zhengfeng almost snapped his steel teeth, and the corners of his eyebrows were broken by excessive force, and a pale red crack was broken. As soon as he raised his foot, he snatched a Mo knife, violently grabbed the spear of a junior brother of Sui Gun Hall, and with a knife in his hand, he slashed him aside, and then pounced on him: "Crazy word battalion, crazy kill!" ”

"Crazy kill!"

The little brother of the Crazy Word Camp who was following him saw that the hall master was already really angry, and one by one they also became even more crazy. They brandished steel knives, like a bunch of real madmen, and rushed towards the blades.

Seeing the blade coming, they didn't dodge, but just stabbed back in the head.

To kill madly is to kill yourself completely as a madman at all costs! These two words only represent one result, that is, desperate!

Wei Zhengfeng's face was grim, like a hard rock, and his gaze was indifferent, like a black blade.

He didn't care about others, he just killed him like a charging bison, straight into the cold night.

In this cold night, he killed his cronies and brothers, and his sin was irreparable. This cold night has fallen into defeat, but it has not retreated, there must be fraud in it.

And these two reasons, no matter which one or the other, already gave him enough reasons to kill this person!

Wei Zhengfeng's impact, Leng Ye's guards could no longer bear it. Under the fierce attack and rush of the mad word battalion, the two sides have been engaged in high-intensity fighting for ten minutes.

And in these ten minutes, at least three or four hundred people have been sleeping in this mottled land. The number of injured people is countless.

In fact, long ago, when Song Soul and Gongsun Disaster came out from both sides, the defeat of Sui Gun Hall had already been decided. It's just that at the critical moment of this cold night, he actually abandoned the more than 200 guards under his command, and used their desperate battle to block these two teams of men and horses, and he himself suddenly made a move, killing Song Soul and Gongsun Wo at the cost of the death of several dead soldiers, which will break out and cover up to the present.

However, at this point, it can no longer hold on.

Sui Gun Hall is like a bowstring that has been stretched to the limit, it can no longer withstand this huge pressure, and it is in danger of breaking at any time.

This trigger point may be Leng Ye himself, or it may be one of his subordinates!

Seeing Wei Zhengfeng leading the team to rush over, his own guards were torn open, and the cold night when he already knew the battle situation very well in his heart, finally stopped the abuse and killing of the little brother of the Crazy Word Battalion, and rushed up against Wei Zhengfeng instead.

Because he knew very well that if the Wei madman continued to attack, then the Sui Gun Hall would immediately suffer a complete rout.

When the time comes, they will face a hearty hunt!

Even, even Song Wutang, who may appear at any time, will collapse!

The victory or defeat was only in an instant, and now he has to persist no matter what, even if he fights to the last person!

The spear in Leng Ye's hand, with a whin, drew a black arc in the air, and stabbed towards the throat of the Wei madman.

The cold body of the gun, with a domineering force, directly smashed the distance between the night and the killing!

Wei Zhengfeng's eyes instantly narrowed into a thin line, and his gaze like a blade stared closely at the tip of the moving gun.

The knife in his hand seemed to be raised slowly but very quickly, and then roared to meet it.

While!

The blade hits the tip of the gun!

The body of the gun trembled, Leng Ye retracted his hand violently, and under his feet, he involuntarily took a step back.

Wei Zhengfeng also took a step back, and the eyes of the two were like weapons in their hands, colliding fiercely.

Then, silent and strong, rushed up again.

There is no shouting, no language, but this silent suppression, the murderous intent revealed, is even more awe-inspiring! They all wanted to put each other to death, and they knew better in their hearts that this was their fateful battle tonight, and it was also the battle of fate of their subordinates!

The spear in the cold night, constantly dancing, brought up one gun flower after another, and stabbed Wei Zhengfeng's throat, chest, and lower abdomen. The sudden trembling spear head, like a blooming peach blossom, carries an amazing killing force!

The long knife in Wei Zhengfeng's hand also opened and closed widely, like a dragon out of the water, and a tiger descending the mountain, but it didn't give an inch!

These two people, who are already well-known on the road, finally put together at this time.

Moreover, they also felt a kind of aura from each other's hands. They are the same kind of people, and their knife and marksmanship follow the same path.

Strong, domineering, tough!

When the sound of striking iron kept ringing, the spear trembled up and down, but it did not leave Wei Zhengfeng's throat. The Mo knife in Wei Zhengfeng's hand, although it was not as easy as his original black knife, also had the domineering spirit of breaking the five tigers with one sword, and collided with it crazily!

While!

The weapons of the two collided again, and even their bodies crossed each other. Wei Zhengfeng's arm was stabbed with a bloody wound by the water tray dragon spear in Leng Ye's hand, and Leng Ye didn't bring a bloody light on his shoulder.

The two people who staggered by, without looking back, turned their wrists in the cold night, and the spear turned out to be a stick, and it was directly drawn towards Wei Zhengfeng's ribs. And Wei Zhengfeng slashed the spear away coldly with a backhand!

In an instant, the weapons of the two collided four or five times again, and the moment Leng Ye turned around, the spear in his hand stabbed Wei Zhengfeng's throat. And Wei Zhengfeng's Mo knife cut diagonally to his chest.

The eyes of the two stared at each other with burning eyes, and their eyes were full of expectation and indifference. They expected that the other party would retreat in panic under their own move. In this way, they can find an opportunity to kill each other, and indifference is their disregard for their own lives.

Life and death, for them, are nothing more than gambling. It's just that this time, these two gamblers who have put their lives on the line are obviously so good in psychological quality that until the last moment, they didn't find each other's flaws before they shot again.

Wei Zhengfeng grasped the spear with his hands, and at the same time, his head was to the side, and the cold blade grazed his throat, the thin and sharp sharpness, lightly wiped a hole on his skin, and blood seeped out gently. And the back of his knife was suddenly caught when he was about to hit Leng Ye.

However, the rounded body of the gun is easier to deal with, but the back of the knife is not so easy to deal with. Wei Zhengfeng snorted coldly, and the hand holding the spear was sent forward, and at the same time, the blade flickered, trying to break free of the long knife.

The cold night over there also had the same thoughts, holding the back of the knife tightly with one hand and snatching the body of the gun with the other.

might as well be Wei Zhengfeng's move, which is false. His real killer move was the one that flew out silently below.

This kick is not a cold night of kicking, but a kick of the hilt of the knife in his own hand.

He let go of his hand suddenly, and the kick went straight to it.

How much strength is on the feet, this Mo knife got a fierce afterburner, and suddenly, it rushed out with a whin, and directly sank into the abdomen of the cold night, more than three inches. Under the pain, the cold night spear couldn't help but let go. Wei Zhengfeng grabbed the gun in his hand, used the gun as a stick, and swept it up.

Take advantage of your illness to kill you!

Cold night's eyes were scarlet, and he reached out and pulled the Mo knife, and directly knocked the head of the gun away. These two people instantly changed their weapons one by one, and once again fought into a heap!

After all, they are not gods, and they have all been injured in the battle just now, and at this time, their clothes are torn and covered in blood, which looks very terrifying.

However, fortunately, the cold night barely blocked Wei Zhengfeng.

In fact, he already understood in his heart that in terms of kung fu, he was slightly inferior to Wei Zhengfeng by half a point. If it was a normal fight, he might be able to support it a little longer. But at this time, he was uneasy in his heart, coupled with Wei Zhengfeng's violent murderous aura, he seemed to be a little overwhelmed.

And the younger brother of Sui Gun Hall is not good. Under the leadership of Su Junbao and others, they finally failed to hold out until there was a problem on the cold night side, and they began to flee.

Only the two hundred guards around Leng Ye were still like a huge stone, lying on the road to victory for the Crazy Word Battalion!

However, the only thing that supports them is the fact that Cold Night is still alive. If there are three longs and two shorts in the cold night, they will never have the courage to fight again!

Paralyzed, stinging wolf, if you don't come again, Lao Tzu will fucking die under the knife of this madman, no, it is Lao Tzu's own gun. Leng Ye's shoulder was stabbed by Wei Zhengfeng again, and his body staggered.

As if the heavens suddenly heard his call, in the distance, the headlights were raised.

In the light of the headlights, a lonely and stubborn figure is running fast.