Chapter 118: The End of the Crossbow

ใ€Jiangcheng Wharfใ€‘

Feng Wuxian didn't expect that the Dragon Gang who had fled to the southeast region still refused to let them go, and actually sent more than a hundred people to kill them, there was a warehouse next to the dock, he and his four brothers could only fight the trapped beasts, and no matter how they could fight, they would not be the opponents of more than a hundred men armed with machetes.

The first floor of the warehouse could no longer be held, and the group retreated to the second-floor terrace, then choked the only staircase.

He couldn't remember how much blood Feng Wuxian had stained on his hands, but he only knew that he had come all the way, not to mention that more than a dozen members of the Dragon Gang had been planted in his hands, and the machetes in his hands were stained with blood.

"Who did you just call?" He shouted at the man with the leopard's head ringed in his eyes.

Xiao Wu replied, "Xiao ...... Shawlo. โ€

"His grandmother's, what are you calling him for?"

"Tell him to help us."

Feng Wuxian kicked Xiao Wu to the ground: "Why are you embarrassed to ask him for help?" โ€

The group of them were all going to deal with Xiao Luo, and now they asked Xiao Luo for help, and he felt that his face was hot.

"But we only have him to turn to!" Xiao Wu cried aggrievedly with a sad face.

"Bastard, are you asking for help, you're calling him over to die."

Feng Wuxian was furious, more than a hundred big men with knives, what can Xiao Luo do when he comes, what can he do, and beat more than 100 people down? What kind of international joke is this, no matter how much one person can fight, it will never be possible to win against more than 100 people.

Xiao Wu didn't speak, but they really only had Xiao Luo left to rely on, Xiao Luo was so powerful, maybe he had the ability to save them.

At this moment, more than 100 fierce men with knives and sticks poured into the warehouse, and the well-trained ones spread out to both sides, surrounding the terrace on the second floor of less than forty square meters.

The wind immediately held the staircase, covered in blood, but as unshakable as a nail.

One person, one knife, stand up to the sky!

Among the more than 100 fierce men, there was a half-bald man, dressed in a black suit like a fire cloud evil god, and the others moved a chair for him, he sat on the chair, digging his nostrils and said, "Is it still necessary to resist?" After digging his nostrils, he flicked off the dirt on his fingers like cigarette ash, "Surrender, I will leave you a whole corpse." โ€

The bullet-headed man before was beside him, and he stared at Feng Wuxian viciously: "Dead hillbilly, I said that none of the five of you should want to leave Jiangcheng, now you know how powerful our Dragon Gang is." โ€

"If I knew this, I should have killed you last time." Feng Wuxian looked at him with disdain and laughed coldly.

The bullet man said in a strange way: "Really? It's a pity that you lost that opportunity, and it won't be long before you and your four brothers will be fish food in the sea. โ€

"It's not certain!" Wind Without a Trace grinned.

"Yo he, you're still hard-mouthed when you're dying, boy, do you know who your master is?"

The half-bald man stood up, took a popsicle from a man next to him and tasted it, his mouth was large, and his teeth were good, and he had bitten most of the popsicle and chewed it in his mouth, making a crunchy sound.

"I don't care who you are, if you dare to rush up, Lao Tzu will kill you with one sword!" Feng Wuxian raised the machete in his hand, and the tip of the knife pointed directly at the half-bald man.

"Courage, courage, like a man."

The half-bald man swallowed the popsicle chewed in his mouth, pointed at himself with his thumb, and laughed loudly, "Remember, the lord is called Jiang Hu, the law enforcement hall master of the Dragon Gang, if you want to take revenge if you die, just come to find the master, go on, send them on the road!" โ€

"Kill!"

After receiving Jiang Hu's order, the men in their thirties rushed towards the wind without a trace like a pack of hyenas.

"Uh~"

The wind roared without a trace, and on the side of the body, an iron leg swept out with a strong sweep of thousands of troops, and the five thugs wielding iron rods bore the brunt, the lower body slid forward, but the upper body seemed to hit an invisible wall, and rebounded miserably.

The iron rod flew over, and the five people hit the ground with their backs, and immediately fainted.

Feng Wuxian took advantage of the victory to pursue, and his body slammed out again, hitting one person's chest hard, and the person's sternum collapsed, and he fell out with blood spurting from his mouth.

"Want Lao Tzu's life? Then be prepared to go to hell with Lao Tzu! โ€

Feng Wuxian wiped a handful of blood from his face and rushed towards the crowd like a mad cow.

The other four people also guarded the railing like crazy, preventing the dragon from helping these people climb the railing to occupy the terrace, and the four of them suffered a lot of injuries, and they were ragged and covered in blood.

Xiao Wu immediately reminded him: "Brother Feng be careful! โ€

Roaring and rushing, he slammed away the attacking enemy, but there was also an extra bloody wound on his body, and a wound in his back extended from his shoulder blade to his lower back, which was shocking.

Feng Wuxian went crazy, slashed the four people with a knife in his hand, rescued Xiao Wu from the brink of death, and roared: "His grandmother's, you go back to the top for me, you will die again if I die!" โ€

Xiao Wu grinned in pain, secretly calling himself useless, but he still obeyed Feng Wuxi's words and returned to the terrace on the second floor.

The wind roared hideously without a trace, and suddenly rushed out a few meters, the sword light roared, and several screams broke through the air.

"Ah~"

The weak point of the defense line built by the dragon gang collapsed with the echo of the screams, and the wind was fighting without a trace, like a tiger breaking into a flock, the wrist was flexibly flipped, and the two machetes transformed into an impermeable light curtain, a distance of more than ten meters, blood and water splashed, and people kept falling, and then calmly killed back.

A big man with a big knife roared angrily to block the road, thinking that he could block the wind without a trace.

Feng Wuxian smiled and turned his wrist sharply, and his backhand was a knife on the big man's neck, and then he drew the knife.

"Poof~"

The boiling blood water spilled out, and the sturdy body of one hundred and eighty catties spun in place and fell to the ground, and the blood "cooed" from his neck and went straight out.

"Boy, you have a little strength, you are a man who gives you a chance to live, in this way, you cut down all four of your brothers, and then surrender, and the master will let you go, and let you stay under the hands of the master to do things, how about it?" Guo Jianghu looked at the wind without a trace at the end of the strong crossbow, and the five people sneered.

"Dreaming!"

Feng Wuxian snorted on the ground, "The five of us are brothers in life and death, do you think this trick can make us kill each other?" Bald, don't call them to die, do you have the guts to fight me? โ€

"You're a good brute force, but you're not good enough to be my opponent." Guo Jianghu dug his nostrils, and there was indescribable contempt and disdain in his eyes.

"If you're qualified enough, you'll know if you've beaten it!"

The wind roared without a trace, twisting and running wildly, like a cheetah rushing towards the tiger crossing the river.

Cutting over four or five men who were blocking the way, he jumped high with a roar, and the machete in his hand drew an extremely fierce arc in the air, and slashed down at the head of the Jiang Tiger.