"That's right, it's a pity that there is no award!" Zhang Zhishui said with a confident look. Tian Hao's appearance at this time made him feel a sense of perverted excitement.

"Kill!"

Tian Hao shouted, clenched the large machete in his hand and killed the Hutang rebel gang led by Zhang Zhishui!

Under Tian Hao's order, the people in the lion hall who got up also shouted and rushed up, fighting against the water, even if they died, they had to pull a cushion. Kill one, don't lose or earn, kill two, earn one!

The scene instantly became chaotic, the sound of fighting was endless, and the chaos of nearly a thousand people would be killed by someone if they were not careful.

Tian Hao and the little boss behind him just now were particularly eye-catching, the machete flew flexibly in his hand, and every time the knife fell, an enemy would inevitably fall.

Maybe they have drunk together, scolded the streets, and even been on the same woman, but at this time, they are facing each other with swords, and they have not spared the slightest hand. Since you have chosen to become an enemy, you must abandon mercy! This is a phrase that Chu Ling often says!

"Brother Song, what are you waiting for?" Zhang Zhishui slashed over a member of the Lion Hall, covered in blood, and yelled at Song Kuiyuan, who was standing in the distance watching the play. Then he confronted Tian Hao!

"Act according to the original plan!" Song Kuiyuan whispered to the subordinates behind him, and the subordinates ordered the people behind him, and gradually spread!

Song Kuiyuan's subordinates behind him were almost the same number as Zhang Zhishui and Tian Hao.

To Zhang Zhishui and Tian Hao's surprise, Song Kuiyuan's men killed both sides, and they cut people when they saw them! Tian Hao's face was fine, but Zhang Zhishui's face became very ugly!

"Song Kuiyuan, what does Nima mean?" Zhang Zhishui dodged Tian Hao's fatal blow and roared at the distant one, the anger in his heart was beyond his reach!

Song Kuiyuan quietly looked at the chaotic scene in front of him, expressionless, ignoring Zhang Zhishui's roar.

At this time, Song Kuiyuan's phone rang.

Chu Ling's faint voice came from inside: "You have violated the rules of the game, I will have someone remove one of your son's arms!"

"No......" Song Kuiyuan exclaimed, but there was a blind tone on the phone!

"Ah......h

Song Kuiyuan's eyes instantly turned blood-red, and the delicate flying knife appeared in his right hand, and he roared angrily and rushed towards the chaotic crowd.

The delicate flying knife rotated nimbly in his hand, slashing through a person's neck every time!

"Whoever betrays will be punished with death!"

At this moment, an indifferent and cold voice clearly appeared in everyone's ears. Everyone froze.

Looking up, ten figures exuding a bloody aura stood in the air, not moving. A conspicuous bloody dress flutters in the wind!

Everyone present felt the solemnity in the air, and it was even a little difficult to breathe. Looking at the ten figures standing in the air, his eyes were full of fear!

"Punishment with death is called heavenly punishment!"

An indifferent voice sounded, but he didn't know where the voice came from.

The moment this indifferent voice fell, ten figures rushed towards the chaotic crowd below.

Ten blood-colored figures, each with a blood-colored short blade, began a massacre against the men led by Zhang Zhishui and Song Kuiyuan.

Everyone was killed with one blow in the hands of these ten figures.

At this point, life is a cheap commodity.

At this time, life seems so fragile.

At this time, everyone is trembling and fearing!

Zhang Zhishui's body trembled a little, and his forehead was covered with sweat!

Song Kuiyuan sighed deeply in his heart.

Tian Hao's face was full of joy, and he breathed a sigh of relief in his heart.

That little leader, his face full of yearning, a hint of determination flashed in his eyes!

"Borchi, if you don't come out now, when will you stay?" Song Kuiyuan shouted into the void.

As soon as Song Kuiyuan's voice fell, twenty figures galloped from a distance.

The twenty figures are all dressed in uniform Mongolian costumes, and their bodies exude a fierce atmosphere.

The leader was a bald man, Borchi.

Bolchi looked at the ten blood-colored figures that were still slaughtering in the crowd, his face was full of solemnity, he clearly felt that the cultivation of this Dao figure was obviously on par with him, far beyond his subordinates, and his cultivation at this time was the sixth stage of the ground level.

"Where did these ten perverts come from?" Borchi scolded angrily in his heart, these ten blood-colored figures obviously brought great variables to their plans, and they could also be fatal.

"Kill"

Borchi let out a loud shout and rushed towards the ten blood-colored figures who were slaughtering in the crowd. ,

The ten blood-colored figures were stunned, and the cold wind coming from behind them had to make them pay attention to it, and they turned around in an instant, tapped the ground with their toes, and flew towards the twenty figures that exuded a fierce aura.

"Bang"

Under Borchi's incredulous gaze, his body flew upside down. And the blood-colored figure that fought with him did not move in the void.

"What a strong strength!" Borghi, who had stabilized his body, muttered to himself, his words were full of amazement, he himself was also based on strength, but he didn't expect him to be knocked away so easily by his opponent!

"Ah......h

Bolchi looked up to the sky and roared, and in the amazed eyes of the people around him, Borchi's muscles expanded rapidly, and his entire body was nearly twice as large as before, and the fierce aura on his body was even stronger.

"Ahh Yes... Ahh

Nineteen roars rang out in a row, and the nineteen men led by Borchi were like him, and their bodies were nearly twice as large as before.

The ten blood-colored figures made them feel an unprecedented crisis, and they had to take out the last hole card. Otherwise, they will only fall faster.

"Ah......h

Borchi roared again, and one of his men next to him raised his fists and charged towards the enemy from two angles. The energy brought by the fist was actually rubbing the air and snorting.

The blood-colored figure besieged by the two Bolchi stood quietly in the air, leaving only a pair of extremely indifferent eyes.

The blood-colored figure looked at the figures attacked by the two Borchi, and a strange bloody light flashed in his eyes. Twisting in the air, Borchi's fist grazed his chest with great force, while the other's fist slashed across his shoulder.

The huge fist force made the bloody clothes of the blood-colored figure hunt.

After dodging the combined attack of the two of them, the blood-colored figure disappeared into the air strangely, while the body of the subordinate who attacked the blood-colored figure with Bolchi instantly stiffened in the air.

The figure of the blood-colored figure appeared behind Borchi's men, and the short blade in the blood-colored figure's hand was stuck in the back of Borchi's subordinate.

"Poof......

Blood splattered, and the blood-colored figure slowly pulled out its short blade, and the body of Borchi's subordinate also fell from the sky, splashing a cloud of dust on the ground!

Borchi looked at the scene in front of him, his eyes turned blood-red, this was the top strength of the steppe wolf he brought from China, and it was a great loss to die a single one.

And when he saw the battle next to him, he was even more stunned, and the combat power of the ten blood-colored figures was beyond his imagination. None of his men died, but they were all scarred. His face turned pale!

"The Power of the Wolf God"

Under Borchi's roar, a pillar of blue light fell from the sky, enveloping Borchi's body.

"Get in!"

Borchi roared again, and the blue pillar of light gradually melted into his body, and his body increased a little, and the aura emanating from his body became even thicker!

And in the horrified eyes of the people around him, Borchi's hands slowly turned into wolf claws!

"Whew......"

Borchi's roar turned out to be a wolf howl.

"Wow"

The blood-colored figure leaned back, dodging Borchi's sharp wolf claws.

And the blood-colored figure flipped in the air, and hit Borchi's back with both feet, but it only made Borchi's figure shake slightly, and the blood-colored figure flew in the opposite direction of Borchi!

At the moment when the blood-colored figure stabilized its figure, a white light streaked across the sky and stabbed at him.

The blood-colored figure's indifferent eyes didn't show any waves, and he slowly stretched out two fingers.

"Buzz ......"

A delicate flying knife was lightly clamped by the two fingers of the blood-colored figure, and the end of the flying knife was still trembling.

"Whew!"

The blood-colored figure flicked at random, and the flying knife was wrapped in a ray of blood light and stabbed rapidly in the direction it came!

"Ah......h

With a scream, Song Kuiyuan covered his left eye, his face became very pale, and blood overflowed from between his fingers, slowly covering his entire cheeks!

Song Kuiyuan has always been proud of his flying knife skills, but he didn't expect that now he was easily broken, and he also inserted his flying knife into his left eye, and the grasp of the strength was just right, and if he added one more, he would be worried about his life!