Chapter 15: Fight to Fame

The speed of the fire was extremely fast, and this knife slashed at him, making Prissy suddenly feel like he was in a hurry. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

He didn't care about anything else, so he could only use the short gun in his hand to resist the dagger cut by the other party.

Click~

There was a soft sound, and Prissy only felt a light in his hand, and the short spear had been fired, and he used the dagger in his hand to cut it into two pieces.

"Ahh

Prissy let out a cry of surprise, he couldn't figure out that the short spear in his hand was made of crescent twigs with great toughness. In order to make this short gun, it took his teacher three days to make it. Unexpectedly, the other party would cut the short gun in his hand into two pieces so easily. How much strength does it take to cut an arm-thick crescent branch in two?

Prissy suddenly thought of something, and he shouted to Tapo beside him, "Help me." ”

Tabo didn't expect that in a flash, Prissy would lose the weapon in his hand. At this time, he didn't think much about it, so he waved the iron pickaxe in his hand and smashed it down on the head of the fire.

Fire was born as a hunter, and he couldn't let go of such an opportunity, so he flew up and kicked Tabor's stomach, and then took the opportunity of his body to fall, rolled on the spot, and came to Prissey's side. Raising his hand, he waved the dagger in his hand.

A burst of blood burst out, and a deep wound was cut on Prissey's lower abdomen. He wanted to reach out and hold down the dagger that Fire was coming from, but he was surprised to find that in this situation, Fire could still attack. With a slight shake of his hand, he handed the dagger to his left hand, then rolled forward and kicked him in front of the door.

Bang.

Prissy felt as if it were a hammer striking his face, and his figure snapped back a few steps. The fire also pounced on in time at this moment, and the black light in his hand flashed and slashed over his erect neck.

Hush~

A shrill whistle rang out on the mountainside.

At this time, whether it was the top of the mountain or the black demon masters in the valley, they all looked at the mountainside at the same time. Almost instantly, thirteen masters ran from the direction of the mountain top and the valley towards the mountainside.

Tabo was kicked away by the fire, and suddenly came to his senses. The person in front of them was not an ordinary master, and from the strength of his kick, it could be analyzed that he was at least a master who had cultivated to the seventh picture, and might even be a master who had cultivated to the eighth picture.

Therefore, after waking up, Tapo did not come to the rescue of Prissy in the first place, but let out a sharp whistle. He beckoned his master to deal with the master in front of him. Ta Bo confidently believed that even if the person in front of him was a master who had cultivated to the eighth map, he would still be able to kill him under the siege of more than a dozen of their masters. Especially since they are black people, as long as their heads are not smashed, they can recover themselves and fight again.

However, he overlooked one point. That is, although he sent a signal for rescue, it will take time for his masters to rush over.

Just as he put down his hand, he only felt a flower in front of him, and a figure appeared in front of him. Then, the black light slashed, and the head of Tabo fell to the ground.

After dealing with the two leaders of the opposing party, Fire picked up the iron pickaxe on the ground and smashed the head of Prissy who was recovering.

At this time, the four masters on the top of the mountain had already rushed over. Just as they were about to make a move on the fire, they saw the fire and smashed the pickaxe into the head of the recovering tower.

"Kill him!" shouted a black man.

The four black masters immediately waved the iron pickaxes in their hands and attacked towards the fire.

However, the speed of the fire was so fast that by the time the pickaxe fell, they had lost all traces of the fire. When he saw the fire, he found that the two tallers on his side were actually cut off by the other party.

The remaining two masters are all masters who have cultivated to the sixth picture. They were only slightly stunned, and then they saw the black light flash again, and their heads also flew into the air.

In less than two breaths, the fire once again dealt with the opponent's four masters. For him, those masters who had cultivated to the sixth level were no different from the earth chickens and dogs in front of him. Especially at his almost perverted speed, kill them, only between sighs.

While using an iron pickaxe to knock the head of the opponent's master, he waited for a dozen or so black masters to rush in the direction of the valley. It's just that his eyes are full of beastly cruelty, as if everything in front of him is so deserved.

The masters who rushed from the direction of the valley had already seen everything here. Although the black people are aggressive by nature, they are not fools either. The fact that the other party was able to kill his two leaders and ten masters in such a short period of time was enough to show that the opponent's cultivation was significantly higher than theirs.

At this moment, the speed of these masters rushing towards them has obviously slowed down a lot. They slowed down as they watched the fire and smashed the heads of the black men with the iron pickaxes on the ground.

I don't know who it was, but at this time he shouted, "He's not a man, he's a devil." Then he took the lead and ran in the other direction down the mountain.

This sentence was like a plague that spread, as the first black evil master retreated without a fight, the other black evil masters also glanced at each other, and ran in different directions. At this time, there was no one to attack the fire on the mountainside, and no one to support the battle in the valley. These masters, at this time, actually left without a fight, and did not even leave a word of the scene.

On the top of the mountain, when the black people here saw that the masters of the clan actually retreated like this, they were also faceless, gave up the Angkor group in front of them, and fled in all directions.

Angkor They didn't have anything to lose, because the four masters rushed to besiege the fire, so the pressure on their side was suddenly much lighter. Now the black sinister took the initiative to flee, and Angkor and the others did not pursue, but came to the mountainside together and joined the fire.

The fire had already smashed the heads of the four black masters at this time, and when he saw Angkor and them coming, he waved his hand and shouted to the brothers around him, "Rush down with me and kill all those miscellaneous pieces." During this time with Xiao Dezi, he also learned a lot of words, and at this time, he actually used Xiao Dezi's spoken language.

"Kill!"

On the mountainside, there was an earth-shattering roar. The shouts of thirty people immediately attracted the attention of the people fighting in the valley. When Zhao Xiong saw that it was the fire that rushed over with a group of his subordinates, he also let out an angry roar, "Kill!"

By this time, both sides had already seen the changes on the battlefield. The situation in the valley suddenly changed dramatically. Originally, when more than a dozen masters went to support the mountainside, the black people in the valley had already fallen into a bitter battle. Now that the battle on the mountainside is over, my heart is even more anxious.

And the members of the Wandering Gang in the valley saw hope at this time. Each of them began to fight the current black evil man desperately, only waiting for the brothers on the mountainside to come to support, so they refused to let go of any black evil man easily.

The black demons, who had lost the will to fight, began to rise up and retreat at this time. It's just that because no one gave the order, they didn't rush to evacuate.

It was this brief hesitation that made the black sinister pay a terrible price.

The fire on the mountainside was like a cheetah running at high speed, waving the dagger in his hand and rushing into the crowd of black people. At this point, he adopted the most familiar fighting method, and whenever he encountered a black man, he simply cut off the other party's head and then rushed to the next black man.

Behind him, Angkor and the others raised their pickaxes and smashed them at the black man's head that he had cut off. In just three minutes, the fire had cut off the heads of fifteen black men. Everywhere he went, there was not a single black demon who could dodge his ghostly blows.

At this time, if someone looks down from the sky, they can see that the fire is like a harvester, ploughing a passage in the dense crowd. The thirty members of the Wandering Gang who followed him were very cooperative, raising their iron pickaxes and smashing the heads of the black demons that he had cut off.

"Run!"

I don't know who it was, but at this time let out an exclamation. With the appearance of this voice, those black demons who had long lost their will to fight, like headless flies, began to scatter and flee.

At this time, the members of the Wandering Gang in the valley let out an earth-shattering shout of killing.

A thousand-man war came to an end. Eventually, the Black Devil threw down more than 300 corpses and fled the battlefield.

After Zhao Xiong saw the black man retreating, he threw down the iron pickaxe in his hand, and let out a long howl~.

In this battle, the Wandering Gang killed more than 300 black demons, including two masters who had cultivated to the seventh picture and nine masters who had cultivated to the sixth picture. On his own side, because of the betrayal of the two masters, he paid a painful price of more than 100 people.

After the battle, the cheers of the Wandering Gang were heard in the valley, and Zhao Xiong, who was sitting on the ground, looked at the valley that had been stained red with blood, and let out a helpless sigh.

In this battle, due to being betrayed by traitors, the Wandering Gang was counted to death by the black evildoers. Even the last surprise soldier was calculated by the black man. And, to Zhao Xiong's surprise, so many masters suddenly appeared on the black side. This is the main reason for the passivity of the free gang.

Fortunately, at a critical moment, the appearance of fire turned the tide. With the strength of one person, he killed a large number of opponents, and even made more than a dozen masters of the opponent retreat without a fight. This gave the Wandering Gang a chance to turn defeat into victory.

Zhao Xiong looked at the fire that was moving the corpse, and the gratitude in his heart was indescribable. He believes that the rise of fire is unstoppable. After this battle, the name of the fire will be sung in the bitter camp.