Affection. Lu Hui thought that Hu said that he was from Shaolin Temple, and thought that he was putting gold on his face. At this time, it suddenly dawned on me, no! People are really authentic Shaolin.

However, this is even more wrong. You say that a monk of Shaolin Temple, who did you learn to play with women and kill people?

Han Yu didn't pay attention to what Lu Hui was thinking, he just turned his head and glanced at the direction where Hu Lai and the others came just now, some Zen sticks here were thrown from at least thirty meters away, such a long distance, they could throw the Zen sticks into the soil and arrange them, showing that these eighteen Arhats not only have superhuman arm strength, but also extremely accurate heads!

The result here made Han Yu gasp, the strength of these monks is really not ordinary!

Hu Lai walked to the front surrounded by eighteen stick monks, raised his hand to hold the Zen staff, and said with a cold expression: "Amitabha, donors, put down the butcher's knife and become a Buddha on the spot!" As long as you lay down your weapons, I guarantee your safety! ”

"Hmph, joke! Where did a few wild monks pop up? You've read too much of the Dharma, haven't you? Put down your weapons, if you tell me to put them down, I'll put them down! Let me tell you, my favorite thing to do in Dongyang Zhimu is to destroy the Buddha and destroy the monks!! "After Dongyang appeared from Hu Lai and the others, his eyes never took off them.

Seeing that they were going to do it with themselves at this time, although he was very angry in his heart, after all, he still had the absolute upper hand at this time, so his tone was still tough!

"Today, I will take you bald asses here and go over together!" Dongyang Zhimu said coldly.

Before he could finish his words, there was a sudden shout of killing from his right hand. Then, a man in a washed and whitened military uniform slowly walked out of the night, carrying a heavy mountain knife in his hand, and behind him, a hand with a crazy aura appeared one by one.

"Then even we will go over together!" The man who walked in front was tall and straight, and his simple face showed a cold and hard look, like a huge stone, rolling all the way over. His voice was just as stiff, as if he didn't have any emotion!

It was Wei Zhengfeng and his mad word battalion!

"Hahaha, it's also one of our porcupines!" A heroic voice came from the other side. I saw a majestic and bearded man striding out, and behind him was a group of indifferent and silent men wearing cyan tunics.

They were strong and tyrannical to clean up the subordinates of the Sword Gate, and it turned out to be Zheng Yuanhao and his subordinates Yan Zhaotang's sons!

If the appearance of the monk Hu Lai and the madman Wei Zhengfeng was still in Han Yu's expectations, then Zheng Yuanhao's arrival completely surprised Han Yu.

He never thought that Zheng Yuanhao would bring someone to help him at a critical time here!

But before he could think about greeting Zheng Yuanhao, there was a commotion under the rear of Dongyang Zhimu, and their people were completely squeezed together.

And a man in a black tunic with a beautiful face, with a few black-clothed subordinates, slowly walked from behind. He has a pair of peach blossom eyes, and a hint of mocking smile at the corner of his mouth makes his whole person more and more demonic.

He quietly walked over with his hands behind his back, as if he had wandered into his back garden.

Behind him, there are rabbits and others who cover the sky.

"It seems that this place is more lively than the underworld conference, I wonder if I came in time?" The man with peach blossom eyes, his faint opening, even the voice, with a kind of calmness.

Immovable!

The son of the Blood Eagle Society, who followed the rabbit to the city for recreation, will not move!

Han Yu only felt as if something was constantly burning in his chest, what should have come, what shouldn't have come, all came. What are they for? They are not for themselves, but for the land under their feet, for the people who have fallen in the long river of history.

At this moment, there is no interest. Yes, it is just the responsibility and mission of being a citizen of country Z. Whether it is Zheng Yuanhao or Feng Fu, he will not let the little devil collapse the sky and kill the black clothes!

Because, here is slapping the faces of the people of country Z, slapping them in the face, them on the neck!

That's why they use this way to tell the little Japanese devils that the Lao Tzu are fighting infighting, and that is the Lao Tzu's family affair.

But if you think that you can take the opportunity to pick up some cheap, no way!

"Hehe, the feelings are here! But let's talk about it first, the grandson here is a monk and mine! Hu Lai pointed to the Dongyang Wood, and then pounced on it.

Wu Bai's movements were even faster than him: "Damn, why?" ”

Lu Hui and Wei Zhengfeng over there glanced at each other and started a silent competition. Feng Budong waved his hand lazily, then took out a small dagger, and said lightly: "Let's go in and have fun too!" ”

As he spoke, his body moved violently.

When he moved here, he was even more indifferent than Wei Zhengfeng, wilder than Wu Bai, and even more arrogant than Hu Lai!

His body, like a shark, kept swimming through the crowd, and everywhere he passed, Yakuza's little brother fell to the ground clutching his throat!

Han Yu's gaze froze, and a faint surprise flashed in the depths of his eyes. He had long known that under Feng Fu's beautiful face, he had absolutely extraordinary skills, but it wasn't until he saw him make a move at this time that he understood how high his skills had become!

It's not for nothing that the Blood Eagle Society was able to become the second largest gang after the Nether Society!

However, this also aroused the competitive spirit in Han Yu's heart. He let out a long laugh, and the heavenly strategy in his hand also turned into a cyan waterfall, sprinkled with water, and kept swallowing and swimming.

Everywhere he went, Yakuza's little brothers fell to the ground with a muffled grunt!

Behind him, there was a catastrophe that he thought he would definitely die, and at this time, they rushed up like chicken blood.

And Dongyang Zhimu, who originally surrounded Han Yu and the others and was ready to catch turtles in the urn, and his subordinates, fell into the siege in a blink of an eye, and the sudden change here made some killers here, ten percent of their abilities, at most only seventy percent left!

They raised the knives in their hands in a bit of a panic and looked in the direction of Dongyang Zhimu, trying to get instructions from him!

However, Hu Lai's Zen staff and Lu Hui's double knives are already like the light kiss of death, and he can't even breathe through it, where is there a chance to give orders to his subordinates?

More than 200 Yakuza junior brothers, more than 100 diehards of the Sword Sect, are like a piece of cake, they are divided into portions, and then they are constantly eaten up!

The people of the mad word camp were crazy and indifferent, like a black whirlwind, three in groups, and in the flickering of the sword, one of Yakuza's younger brothers fell to the ground and died. They are the same as Wei Zhengfeng at the front, where they pass, there is no life.

In terms of personal strength, the Mad Word Camp may not be as good as the Heavenly Tribulation, but when it comes to cooperating with each other, they are slightly stronger than the Heavenly Tribulation! Because from the very beginning when they joined the Crazy Word Camp, they were a group of three, eating together, living together, and living and dying together!

The tacit understanding between them here has reached an extremely amazing level!

And Zheng Yuanhao's subordinates are like a swarm of locusts, and where they pass, there is no grass! These guys here, well-founded, although they are a little weaker than the mad word battalion, but they are also steadily advancing, steady and steady, seemingly a wild fire, but in fact they seem cautious and calm. Even in the killing, it can't hide that kind of fierce atmosphere!

As for the few subordinates who can't move him, they are naturally extremely eye-catching! However, the most dazzling thing is the eighteen Arhats brought by Hu Lai!

These eighteen monks, as soon as they look at their kung fu, they are the foundation laid when they are young. One by one, they flickered and moved, sharp and measured, skillful moves, and unstoppable. There are eighteen people here, occupying a huge area, each of them has three or four Yakuza killers, and the Zen stick is in their hands, it is like a strange python that wants to turn over at any time, which is difficult to parry!

The killers of Yakuza are all carefully selected by the Yagyu family from the Black Dragon Society. But three or four people were together, and it was difficult to break free from their stick shadows.

can only be pulled to the ground in humiliation one by one!

Toyo no Ki is also a master of swordsmanship, and as the core samurai of the Yagyu family, he has experienced the hardest training and the most dangerous training. However, it has never made him feel so desperate here!

Hu Lai's crescent shovel is powerful and sinking! Wu Bai's double knives are exquisite, and they have an iron-blooded atmosphere of a decisive battle. Neither of them has any bells and whistles, but because of this, Dongyang Zhimu feels that it is difficult to parry!

His long knife is good for chopping, but it is definitely not suitable for colliding with dozens of catties of Zen staff and Wu Bai's two sky-cutting knives! Every time he parried one man's attack, the other's weapon would come whizzing! So much so that many times, he had to choose between a knife or a shovel.

Finally, Dongyang Zhimu's long knife was overwhelmed and was carried away by Hu Lai's shovel, Wu Bai's body was short, and he appeared in front of him almost at the same time, holding the knife in his backhand and pulling it fiercely!

A bloody wound appeared on Dongyang Zhimu's chest, and his people also flew out upside down.

But before his body fell, Hu Lai turned his hand and threw the Zen staff out. The sharp crescent shovel passed through his chest and hung him on the Zen staff!

As for Dongyang Zhimu's subordinates, there were indeed a few hard stubbles, but in front of Wei Zhengfeng, Han Yu, Lu Hui, Feng Budong, and Zheng Yuanhao, how could their hard stubble be used as a bird?

Ten minutes.

In just ten minutes, Dongyang Zhimu and his men were almost completely killed and wounded, and only a dozen black-clothed people were left, huddled together, but everyone was injured, even if they wanted to, it was impossible to escape.

Han Yu's eyes were as cold as ice, and he said coldly: "Surrender!" ”

Those black-clothed killers looked at each other, and suddenly raised the long knives in their hands to their chests in unison, and then killed themselves with their knives!

Watching his bodies fall one by one, Han Yu's face was still calm. In fact, he had already guessed the result here. This is a nation that cannot tolerate failure, a nation that is ruthless enough with itself.

That's why it's a dangerous enemy!

The reason why he persuaded him to surrender was just that he was afraid that some guys here would fight back before they died, and there would be casualties on his side!

Now that the goal has been achieved, Han Yu has naturally taken the heavenly policy, looking at the tragedy here, there is a feeling like a dream!

He not only won, but also, at the lowest cost. Although the more than 30 junior brothers of the entire Heavenly Tribulation were all injured a little, none of them died in battle!

This is really good news for him, whose strength is already quite stretched.

"Black!"

"Boss!"

Feng Budong and the others stopped what they were doing and walked over slowly. Wei Zhengfeng took his mad word camp and stayed by indifferently.

Han Yu hurriedly bowed his hand and thanked Zheng Yuanhao and Feng Bu: "Thank you Brother Porcupine, Feng Gongzi for his help!" ”