"Bang!"

A flare flew into the night sky, and three red sparks bloomed.

Chen Mo has succeeded!

At the Yejia Wharf in the south of the city, Ye looked east at the fireworks, and his eyes that showed a fierce light were dyed red by the flames.

"Khooth!"

The Hokage sword came out of its sheath, and Ye Xiangdong spat out the grass neck in his mouth, and with a roar, he rushed towards the crowd of fierce battles at the docks.

Zhang Daoxu put away the crossbow, flipped his wrists with both hands, and two delicate lancets appeared in his hands.

His figure was like a ghost, and he swept through the air, and two bewitching blood flowers bloomed from both sides.

The final strangulation kicked off.

Chen Mo looked up at the fireworks in the direction of the pier, retracted his gaze, and bowed with three hundred warriors: "See Childe!"

Everyone was pleasantly surprised, they didn't expect Childe to suddenly appear and fight side by side with them.

They were also a little ashamed, there was a mistake in their action, not only failed to kill Shen Haishan with a single blow, but also alarmed the warriors stationed outside the Shenguang Hall.

Ye Changsheng smiled faintly, lowered his head and said, "Chen Mo, and everyone, it's hard work!"

Chen Mo is Chen Mo, the second disciple of Zhang Daoxu's predecessors.

Chen Mo is not only a master of the True Martial Realm, but also a talented alchemist and physician.

If it weren't for the shortage of manpower, Ye Changsheng would not have sent Chen Mo out of anything, Chen Mo's role as an alchemist and physician was much greater than that of a warrior.

"By the way, is there any news from the Heavenly Treasure Pavilion?" Ye Changsheng suddenly asked.

Chen Mo hurriedly said: "Shen Haishan sent people to ask the Heavenly Treasure Pavilion to reinforce many times, but the Heavenly Treasure Pavilion has been delaying. As he spoke, Chen Mo was also a little confused.

Ye Changsheng smiled faintly and breathed a sigh of relief in his heart.

There was no change in Tianbao Pavilion, which means that Liu Yiyi is safe.

This time it was able to bloom in the interior of the Shenguang Hall, and it was fatal with one blow, and Liu Yiyi helped a lot.

She had previously ambushed the Celestial Dragon Mercenary Group from the capital, and sent the secret letter and the token of the North Sea King to the Red Leaf Villa.

Then she killed Zhang Rang, the big treasurer of Tianbao Pavilion, and sent Zhang Rang's head over.

The warrior corps of Tianbao Pavilion who were ready to go had not been dispatched, also because of Liu Yiyi's stopping.

Although Changsheng didn't know how Liu Yiyi did it, as long as she didn't have an accident, it would be fine.

To ponder the means of a demon goblin, Changsheng is not so self-conscious.

Ye Changsheng carried a long sword and led three hundred warriors to stride towards the swarming Shenguang Hall warriors.

Three hundred against eight hundred, there was no certainty of victory.

However, the eight hundred Shenguangtang warriors who stayed behind, when they saw the white-haired immortals, their momentum had already weakened by three points.

When they saw the head of the hall master nailed to the tip of Chen Mo's sword, their momentum weakened by three points.

When they saw the mighty figure of the Hell Dragon Eagle passing through the air, their momentum weakened by three points.

When the wolf-like warriors of the Ye family burst out with a heaven-shattering shout of killing, the tide surged in, and their last bit of momentum was gone.

The eight hundred Shenguangtang warriors who stayed behind were about to collapse at the touch of a button!

Killing is accompanied by chasing, chasing is accompanied by killing, and this glorious place, which has existed for hundreds of years, has become a purgatory on earth.

The samurai and craftsmen who tried to flee had just escaped the slaughter, only to be torn apart by the claws that fell from the sky.

The Helldragon Eagle will also pick up the fleeing and fly into the sky, only to throw the struggling ones down.

The strong bloody aura made the violent factor in the soul of the little dragon eagle completely awaken, its eagle eyes became even colder, and the dark golden stripes on its body began to flash with light.

Its body seemed to be ignited, faintly revealing a faint firelight, and black energy leaked out of its body like smoke.

The Hell Dragon Eagle gliding through the air is like a grim reaper dragging a tattered black robe, and everywhere it goes, there is only death and killing.

"Ye Gongzi, we are the people of the Military Construction Bureau and the Secret Spy Division!" In a corner, more than a dozen people raised their hands high, trembling, and shouted loudly.

Ye Changsheng pierced the throat of the warrior on the opposite side and swung his sword.

The group of people hurriedly ran behind Ye Changsheng, lest they be a step too slow.

Not only does Shenguang Hall have people from the Secret Spy Division and the Military Creation Bureau, but there are also people from the Asking Sword Hall, which is the default existence of each other.

After all, weapons are murder weapons, and the imperial court cannot completely lose control, more or less, whether it is bright or dark, it will send someone to monitor it.

The sky was getting brighter, and the killing in the Divine Light Hall finally subsided.

The doors of a dozen sword-casting rooms slammed shut, cutting off the cries and begs for mercy coming from inside.

On the avenue covered with corpses and blood, Ye Changsheng was covered in blood, sitting in a wheelchair, and slowly drove towards the gate.

More than two hundred Ye family warriors followed behind Gongzi calmly and high-spiritedly, and none of them looked back.

Natural disasters, man-made disasters, in this world, there are too many.

The humble little people probably tragically thought they were fighting against fate, but in the end, they were nothing more than cannon fodder and pawns in the hands of the big guys.

They are like this, why is Ye Changsheng not like this?

Their lives and deaths may or may not be meaningful, who knows?

Fortunately, they were still alive, and they could still see the rising sun in the blood-stained dawn.

The white hair was dyed red and fluttered in the wind.

Behind the wheelchair, clusters of orange-red flames jumped, accompanied by an earth-shattering explosion.

Clusters of flames continued into one piece, rising into the sky, engulfing the Divine Light Hall, which had stood for hundreds of years, in flames and gunsmoke.

On the tall walls of Nine Winds City, Peng Zifang, the governor in civilian clothes, looked at the flames rising above the Shenguang Hall, felt relieved, and turned to leave.

The night of bloody battle is finally over, and he can sleep peacefully.

The long dark night has always been an accomplice to the killer and a cover for the successful.

He would ask his subordinates to write a report, just one sentence: Shenguang Hall caught fire at night and was destroyed.

What massacres, what fierce battles at the docks, none of them exist.

Who wins, who loses, and who really cares except those who are dead or alive?

The people of the whole city who were shocked didn't care even more, and they didn't care if they knew, they just had more to talk about as before.

They were just exaggeratedly surprised, spread some unfounded rumors, and started a new day.

This time, however, it's really different.

At the east gate of Nine Winds City, the people and merchants who entered and exited the city took the initiative to make way for a passage.

Under the tall city gate, the murderous Ye Xiangdong, pushing a wheelchair, slowly walked in.

The young man in the wheelchair was dressed in bloody clothes, and his white hair had been dyed red with blood, but the appearance of the young man was still delicate and quiet.

Finally, someone recognized the boy in the wheelchair and exclaimed, "Yes, it's white-haired Changsheng!"

The whole city, there was a sensation.

(End of chapter)