When the words fell, the surging killing intent took Chen Lang as the center and raged all around.

Breathing rapidly, weapons trembled, many Hongtang disciples trembled, so frightened and nervous that their whole bodies stiffened, and the weapons in their hands could not be grasped, and they fell to the ground one after another.

The sound of the ping-pong weapon falling to the ground was like a hammer hammering on everyone's hearts, and they would rather die than give in, and their will to fight to defend the honor of Hongtang collapsed in an instant.

The concept of a monk was unfamiliar to most of the people present, and they did not know how strong a monk was to ordinary people.

And Chen Lang's understatement gave them an intuitive understanding.

One knife, more than one kill.

One sword, you can kill a thousand troops!

One knife can destroy a hundred cities!

In the face of absolute power, the so-called courage is nothing more than a useless and dispensable joke.

This knife directly shattered Hong Tang's hopes and cut off Hong Tang's backbone.

And now, Chen Lang is still not satisfied, he not only wants to cut off Hong Tang's backbone, he also has to break Hong Tang's knees, and completely trample Yuezhou Hongtang under his feet, and he can't turn over.

The meaning of those slow and low words was simple and clear.

Kneel before me, and prostrate at my feet, lest you die.

Stand before me, disobey my will, and kill without mercy!

Everyone looked up at the man in front of them who had surging murderous intent but always smiled at the corners of his mouth, and at this moment, they couldn't help but have an illusion.

The faint smile hanging on the corner of his mouth is so warm and kind, and even elegant that it makes people feel like a spring breeze and have no anger.

He laughed the most gracefully, but said the most arrogant words.

These two completely different temperaments appeared in the same person, which should have been full of disobedience, but Chen Lang was not half uncomfortable.

It's as if he was born to be like this.

Half-human, half-god, half-demon, half-Buddha!

And those pervasive killing intent are like sharp steel needles hanging on everyone's hearts, just like Chen Lang only needs to press his hand, this killing intent will easily penetrate their hearts.

This is the fear of being dominated by absolute power!

Chen Lang can no longer be allowed to show off his power unscrupulously, otherwise without Chen Lang's hands, more than 1,000 disciples of Hongtang will have to collapse without attacking.

Huang Shiren suppressed the fear in his heart, gritted his back molars, and shouted: "Brothers, we are the Hongtang of Guangdong, as a member of the Hongtang, are you willing to kill and let others slaughter?" I, Huang Shiren, are unwilling! A manly man, a man dies and a bird is facing upward, and he will not die for thousands of years! Death, nothing to be afraid of! ”

Chen Lang turned a deaf ear and allowed Huang Shiren's impassioned morale boost.

Huang Shiren continued to raise his arms and roared: "Two fists are hard to beat four hands, a good tiger can't stand a group of wolves, we have more than a thousand people, take people and pile them to death, pick up your knife ......"

Before the words fell, I heard a boom!

The eight-meter-high white jade gatehouse collapsed with a bang.

Immediately followed by a plopping sound of kneeling on the ground, more than 400 Hongtang disciples couldn't bear the pressure and directly knelt on the ground and surrendered.

How embarrassing the scene is, how embarrassing it is.

Morale is very important, provided that there is not much difference in the strength of the two sides, but in the current situation, you let the big guys take a knife, an iron rod, and a troll to fight against a demon who slashed down the white jade gatehouse with a knife, saying that the battle of the next level is conservative, this is obviously against the sky, okay?!

However, as a big gang that has been inherited for a hundred years, there will be no shortage of heroes who would rather die than give in and die generously at any time.

In addition to the more than 400 people who knelt down, there were more than 400 people who were stunned, hesitated, and stunned in place.

The remaining more than 200 are the heroes of Hongtang who have been shouted by Huang Shiren, and their blood is on their heads, and they are determined to fight to the death.

Of course, Chen Lang didn't pay attention to this person, he just glanced at it coldly, and then shouted calmly - "kill"! Starting point Chinese

In an instant, the Qingluan Tang disciple, who had long been unable to hold back the killing machine, rushed forward with a knife, the sword light and sword shadow, the flesh and blood flew sideways, no matter whether you stood or knelt, as long as your head dared to be higher than Lao Tzu's waist, you would cut it down.

Chen Lang was not idle, he swept over, and arrived in front of Pang Qingzhi, without waiting for the reaction of the two Hongtang disciples who were guarding the sword, the knife fell in his hand, the blood flashed, and the two good heads rose to the sky.

"Alliance Leader!" Pang Qingzhi's excitement was hard to bear.

"Needless to say!" Chen Lang grabbed the air with his left hand, and a long knife that fell to the ground jumped into his hand on its own.

The handle of the knife was reversed and handed to Pang Qingzhi, "After tonight, there will be no more Yuezhou Hongtang in the world!" ”

"Understood!" Pang Qingzhi raised his knife and yelled, "Brother of the White Robe Hall, the time has come to shame, kill the Hongtang mongrels for Lao Tzu!" ”

"Kill!"

The sound of killing shook the sky, and the screams came and went, and they continued into pieces.

The difference in strength is too big, and morale is really useless. As soon as the two gangs clashed, Hongtang's side was almost immediately defeated, if it weren't for the dozens of trolls that brought down a dozen Qingluan Tang disciples, I am afraid that they might not even be able to hold out for ten seconds.

Those Hongtang disciples who were still hesitating whether to die standing or kneeling were actually mostly street ruffians with rich combat experience, and it would not be an exaggeration to say that they had experienced a hundred battles.

However, their so-called battle, if the number of people exceeds 100, even if it is a super-large-scale fire, how can they see the scene of thousands of people fighting together?

As a result, he was directly scared to pee by a face of blood, and then was rushed over by the angry Qingluan Hall disciples, and put it over with a knife like chopping melons and vegetables.

Those who reacted quickly and had relatively thick nerves immediately knelt down and just wanted to live.

As for the five giants of Hongtang, seeing that their side was devastated by the Haoran Alliance, they couldn't muster the courage to fight to the death, and they quickly retreated to the Bafang Building under the protection of their henchmen.

As soon as he retreated to the bottom of the building, a figure suddenly flew in like a hurricane.

Chen Lang stabilized his figure, and the layers of afterimages dragged out behind him because of the excessive speed collapsed one after another.

"This building is good, and it's hard to clean up the blood, so let's stop here." Chen Lang said lightly.

Huang Shiren was shocked and angry, and yelled at the bodyguards around him: "Are you stunned and waiting for someone to kill?" Kill him for me! ”

Seeing this, Ding Jiuzhang also shouted: "Shoot!" ”

Before the words of the gun fell, the figure flickered again, and at the same time, a scarlet knife burst into the air, and the short guns in the hands of the four bodyguards were just raised, and they were cut in two by Chen Lang with a knife, and the intestines were broken, and it was miserable.

"I'm going to kill someone, and you're going to have a chance to shoot?"

Chen Lang grabbed Huang Shiren's throat with his left hand and laughed mockingly: "I don't like to pretend to be forced, but I have to admit that in my Chen Lang's eyes, you are indeed just ants." ”

Huang Shiren's heart was like ashes, and he smiled sadly: "Ninth Master, stop it, I Huang Shiren don't need so many brothers to bury me." ”

Ding Jiuzhang smashed the troll in his hand to the ground and yelled: "Stop, Hongtang has descended!" ”

The screams stopped!

No one responded!

Ding Ning's eyes were blood-red, and he said in a trembling voice: "Dad, don't shout, our people are already dead!" ”

"What?"

Ding Jiuzhang turned his head suddenly.

There were more than 600 people kneeling on the ground, and more than 400 people lying on their stomachs.

Those who knelt have surrendered, and those who are lying on their stomachs have died.

And there were only more than two hundred disciples of the Haoran Alliance standing, who were carrying a long knife dripping blood at this time, stepping on a pool of blood, stepping over the corpse, and rushing towards the Bafang Tower!

Huang Shiren sighed, but calmed down.

"Master Chen, take my life, I just ask you to spare my family."

Chen Lang was noncommittal and sneered: "Oh, I think you should learn from your little brothers, kneel and talk!" ”