Kill!

The two streams of people collided together, blood splattered everywhere at the junction, and a tragic atmosphere suddenly erupted.

As soon as the battle broke out, Zhang Xiaotian no longer felt that this was a gangster fight, it was more like an upgraded version of a cold weapon war.

Although the number is small, the tragedy is even worse.

The blade is wielded, and the move is deadly, either you die or I die!

The gray squirrel helped a gray-clothed man penetrate the crowd at some point, came to Zhang Xiaotian and the three of them, and smashed the iron rod in his hand at the fat man in the middle.

Yes~!

Zhang Chaoran looked up at the tiger and tiger stick, howling desperately, his face was full of hideousness, and the consciousness in his brain was urging him to resist, but his body seemed to be frozen, motionless, and watched the stick smash into his head.

"Grass, I'm going to die!"

Just as he was about to make a move, a figure suddenly rushed in front of him, and the machete in his hand slashed towards the iron rod, and with a crisp sound, the iron rod was swung high.

The figure took advantage of the situation to enter the arms of the gray-clothed man, and with a dip of his left hand, a black dagger broke through his ribs and plunged into his heart.

Burst!

The big man fell limply, blood spurting from his chest.

"What a sharp dagger!" Li Dahe, who rushed to the fat man only a line later than Zhang Xiaotian, looked at the jet-black dagger that Zhang Xiaotian was holding in his left hand, showing a look of surprise.

This dagger is definitely a treasure blade that is hard to find, and I don't know where Zhang Xiaotian got it?

~Yes!

The fat man behind him was still screaming, interrupting Li Dahe's thoughts, he raised his eyebrows, and slapped the fat man in the face with his backhand, "You idiot, you're still calling a fart when everyone is dead!"

The fat man was woken up by a slap, he was clever, looked at the corpse on the ground blankly, suddenly let out a shout, and his body rushed forward, and he suddenly rushed into the front of the most fierce battle.

Burst!

The machete in his hand slashed into the neck of a man in gray, and the huge force actually cut off the entire neck of the man in gray, and one of his heads flew up with blood like a fountain.

The fat man hacked one person to death, his eyes were suddenly blood-red, and he slashed at another Squirrel Gang disciple.

Zhang Xiaotian and Li Dahe looked at each other, this fat man was so frightened that he couldn't move just now, but in an instant, he was brave like a bloodthirsty madman, this is too frightened!

The two of them were afraid that he would lose, so they also waved their machetes and snatched them forward side by side.

"Fatty!"

Zhang Xiaotian shouted, but Zhang Chaoran was indifferent, and the machete in his hand almost slashed at Li Dahe.

"Phew, this idiot won't take the opportunity to take revenge!" Li Dahe broke out in a cold sweat and scolded in his heart.

"Made, this kid is absolutely scared. "Zhang Xiaotian has seen this situation in his previous life, people are sometimes overly frightened, adrenaline rises rapidly, and they will burst out with amazing violence and bravery, but after this period of excitement, they will fall into extreme weakness.

"It's a shame. Li Dahe was a little annoyed.

In desperation, the two could only protect the fat man on both sides of the left and right to prevent him from being slaughtered under the heat of his brain.

The two small leaders of the Squirrel Gang and the Goshawk Society did not join the melee at this time, but stood on the side and stared at each other, with the strength of their third-level source power warriors, as long as they killed each other, this battle would be considered a victory, and the remaining minions were not worth mentioning to them.

However, at this time, the eyes of the two were attracted by the battle somewhere in the field, only to see a fat man, a thin man, and a short man, and the formation of the three of them in a zigzag formation was invincible in the crowd.

The cooperation of the three is extremely tacit.

The fat man was infinitely powerful, and the machete in his hand kept swinging out, and he didn't defend against the life-threatening style of play at all, which made many gray squirrel disciples hate the knife.

It stands to reason that with this style of play, the fat man should have fallen a long time ago, but his two companions are also powerful, one left and one right actually blocked all the attacks that attacked the fat man.

These two leaders are both old and experienced in fighting, so they can naturally see that the two people on the left and right are the real power, and the attacks from all directions will not be able to pass their defense, if it were not for the support of these two people, the fat man would not have been able to achieve such results.

"These three seem to be trial disciples, right?" thought to the purple-clothed leader.

What caught the eye was the thin man, who not only blocked all attacks, but was able to take advantage of the situation to fight back. A black dagger in his left hand is like a poisonous snake, if he doesn't move, as long as he moves, a man in gray loses his life, and every blow goes straight to the point, and one blow is fatal.

And looking at the source power fluctuations on his body, this kid is not even a first-level source force warrior, but there are several first-level source force warriors among the gray squirrel gang killed by him.

That short man is not bad, he turned out to be a first-level source force warrior realm, although it is not as exaggerated as the thin man, a knife in his hand is like a flexible fish swimming, not only blocking the surrounding attacks, but also blocking a few approaching gray squirrel gang first-level source force warriors outside the battle circle of the fat man in the middle.

The two of them are cleaning up the potential danger for the fat man, although the fat man has the most fruitful results, but in fact he is the weakest of the three, and he can only be invincible by brute force and the cooperation of his companions.

"Interesting, maybe after the probationary period can get my subordinates. The man in purple touched his chin and looked at it with interest.

And the gray-clothed leader of the Squirrel Gang couldn't stand up, and under the leadership of these three boys, his own people were about to be unable to hold on.

"Do it!"

His eyes flashed, his body shrank and flicked, like a sensitive mouse, jumping in front of the purple-clothed man, and the Xueliang big knife in his hand slashed out sideways.

Don't look at his thin body, but his strength is great, and the roar brought by this knife is like a ghost scream.

The purple-clothed man smiled disdainfully, Lao Tzu has been waiting for you for a long time.

His blade was a three-foot spear, of which the blade alone was a foot, sharpened and glowing with cold light.

I saw that as soon as he raised his hand, the blade of the gun stabbed out against the broadsword, and just rightly pointed at the junction between the handle and the blade on the side of the broadsword, which was the weakest point of the knife.

With just one stab, this originally sharp knife suddenly became soft and slid past the big man's side.

The purple-clothed man smiled, and was about to take advantage of the victory to pursue, when suddenly his face changed, and his body swooped backwards.

The leader of the Squirrel Gang followed closely behind, and in his left hand, at some point, there was a three-edged thorn more than a foot long, pointing straight at the chest of the purple-clothed man.

It turned out that he was left-handed, and the three-edged thorn was his weapon, and the machete was just used to confuse people's ears.

"Such a vicious guy, no wonder the Squirrel Gang has been able to develop so far, there are indeed talents in the gang. ”

The purple-clothed man was dark in his heart, and his carelessness was gone.

But just as he was concentrating on guard, the thin figure of the leader of the Squirrel Gang suddenly changed direction, and he turned halfway and pounced on the crowd in the melee.

"Oh no, fooled!"