Zhang Lu was puzzled, why did these people in the Nine Gates still have infighting? He looked up at Wu Peng and asked, "Monk, what's wrong with them?"

Wu Peng shook his head and said, "The poor monk doesn't know."

Originally, the people in the bureau became spectators and melon-eating people, but the people who laid out the layout were deeply involved.

Yu Zhaosen naturally refused to let Zhang Lu and Wu Peng rest, he just waved his hand, and those Jiumen Gang members who were also eating melons attacked Zhang Lu and Wu Peng again.

Zhang Lu clenched the embroidered spring knife with both hands, blocking the next wave of attacks and directly launching a counterattack.

Jin Yiwei's knife technique can be summed up in three words, that is, "fast, ruthless, accurate".

Although Zhang Lu's knife speed is not as fast as Li Xue's, it is still much faster than ordinary people. Moreover, with his two miraculous skills, he also has a very good grasp of the words "ruthless and accurate".

Today is already a life and death situation, and the people in the Nine Gates are basically damned people, he no longer shows mercy to his subordinates, he is ruthless, as long as he uses a knife, he can splash blood flowers.

In a short time, his brocade robe was already soaked with the blood of the enemy, and the blood of the enemy slipped from the tips of his hair, and he looked like a fierce demon from hell.

Wu Peng's side looked much more holy, his body exuded a faint golden light, and there was no sharp blade in his hand, so there was no bloody scene, but his fists were extremely violent, and none of the enemies in front of him could withstand the power of one punch, if there were, then two punches.

Anyway, his fist was punched to the flesh, and when he hit it, the bones and tendons were light.

Everywhere Wu Peng passed, the Nine Gate Gang fell to the ground and wailed, this picture had a feeling of gods and Buddhas suppressing all evils.

Jin Changchuan, who was on the side of the order, also suppressed Guan Shan with his sharp swordsmanship, and his way of fighting with injuries for injuries made Guan Shan very uncomfortable.

Even if Jin Changchuan's middle door was wide open and the flaws were exposed, Guan Shan did not dare to attack the flaws, because as long as he took out the sword, Jin Changchuan's sharp sword moves would definitely fall on him, and the best result at that time would be to die together.

Jin Changchuan is not afraid of death, his parents died from Yu Zhaosen's scheme, and he himself sold his life for Yu Zhaosen for ten years, all of which made him feel ashamed and ashamed of his parents' spirits in the sky.

So when he came here today, he didn't plan to go back alive.

But Guan Shan was afraid of death, he didn't want to fight with Jin Changchuan, he couldn't even accept his own injury, the pain of the shoulder wound stimulated his nerves and made him feel very frightened.

This style of play made Guan Shan fearful, and he could only use all his strength on defense.

Guan Shan's fearful defense made his nerves extremely tense, and this kind of play of only defending and not attacking was the easiest to collapse, because Guan Shan clearly realized that without attack, he could not win, but he paradoxically did not dare to attack.

His tense nerves finally leaked, and Jin Changchuan seized the fleeting opportunity and pierced the long sword in his hand through Guan Shan's thigh.

This sword was not fatal, but the heart-rending pain made Guan Shan very unbearable, and the Qinglong Glaive in his hand could no longer hold it, and fell directly to the ground.

He was terrified, no matter how cold and ruthless he usually pretended, he just wanted to live now.

Guan Shan's knees weakened, and he knelt directly on the ground, for him, Jin Changchuan in front of him was like an invincible demon king, all he wanted now was to save his life.

"Jin Changchuan, please let me go, for the sake of our ten years of working together, you can just leave me alive for a day!" Guan Shan looked very humble.

Jin Changchuan's eyes were full of coldness, the sword in his hand did not stop, pulled out a sword flower, and then stabbed straight into Guan Shan's chest.

"Don't! Don't!" Although Guan Shan kept roaring, he couldn't stop the long sword that pierced into his chest, he looked down, and wanted to shout but couldn't make any sound.

Jin Changchuan stepped on Guan Shan's shoulder with one foot again, and pulled out the long sword in his hand, the long sword brought out blood, splashing Jin Changchuan's face, and then he exerted force on his foot and kicked Guan Shan to the ground.

Guan Shan could feel his life draining away, but he seemed to have forgotten his fears. At the end of the dying

At that time, he only saw Jin Changchuan walking past him, shook his head and said "pitiful".

Guan Shan's last plea for mercy seemed to have affected Jin Changchuan's killing intent, Jin Changchuan raised his eyes and stared at Yu Zhaosen tightly, and the anger in his body was constantly accumulating.

On the other side, although the Nine Gates Gang are extremely loyal to the Dark Lord, they are mortals of flesh and blood, facing the blood-stained, hellish Shura-like Zhang Lu, as well as the golden light Dasheng, and the angry King Kong-like Wu Peng.

Look again at the wounded and dead companions on the ground.

These gangs of the Nine Gates were finally scared, and their courage to go forward and fight for death was finally broken.

Courage can be contagious, but so is fear, especially when the first person to lay down his sword and run away with his head in his hands appears, fear will spread like dominoes, and the second and third people who will run away will also appear.

This kind of rout is the most intimidating and unstoppable.

Yu Zhaosen originally wanted to use his prestige to prevent the rout, but he continued to suppress it, and even killed two of his subordinates, but the number of people who fled did not decrease at all, but it only caused those who chose to flee to his side to flee in a different direction.

It didn't take much effort, and the gang of the Nine Gates ran clean. The scene was a mess, many corpses were lying on the ground, the injured and couldn't run away lying on the ground wailing, the blood stained the earth, like a Shura field.

Wu Peng's whole body golden light dissipated, the muscles on his body also returned to their original state, this fake monk who returned the vulgar folded his hands, recited a sentence of "Amitabha" and then began to recite the mantra of death, he just shot but was extremely ruthless, living like an angry King Kong, and I don't know if those who were beaten to death by him can be reborn in Elysium.

Zhang Yu shook his hair, flung the bloody hair on his forehead to the back of his head, he pointed at Yu Zhaosen with the embroidered spring knife that was already slightly curled, and said, "Old Yu! No, I should call you the Dark Lord, are you ready to die?"

Gao Qian, who flew to the door before, didn't know where he was slashed by Zhang Lu, and He Xianzu of the chrysalis gate didn't know where he went. Now there are only Li Zhong from Kinmen and Lu Jiuniang from Changmen left by Yu Zhaosen's side.

Jiumen was originally linked together with interests, and it was okay to fight a good fight, but now all the gangs have fled, and Li Zhong has also lost the courage to fight.

He mentioned light skills, turned his head and ran, perhaps because he was afraid, his body was a few points faster than usual.

Yu Zhaosen narrowed his eyes, looked at Li Zhong who was far away, and raised a kick to kick a long knife beside him.

The flying long knife seemed to have eyes, impartially centering on Li Zhong in the air.