Chapter 107 The white-haired old man vs Matsushita Mountain

The sound of horses' hooves came and went, trampling the muddy road, leaving the fences on both sides covered with stained mud.

Matsushimoyama led the team again, with the strongest team of people on his side, and quickly killed towards the core of the opponent.

At this time, there was only a distance of more than ten meters between Jiang Qingjiu and the white-haired old men.

Seeing that Jiang Qingjiu was about to break into the big array in front of him with his red body, Matsushitayama pinched a handful of sweat tightly, and was a little worried in his heart, this adult from the real world would not just die here!

At this time, the team he led had also rushed into the center of the confrontation between the two sides, the battle was happening every minute, everyone was wrapped in a thick dead air, no one could survive this oppressive atmosphere, and no one could guarantee that they would be able to survive such a chaotic situation.

Matsushitayama is in his heart, but he has how to help Jiang Sake, how to kill faster,

As soon as he was in a hurry, he couldn't control himself and killed the other party, and used the formation, the other party instantly discovered that he was different, and there was a blood-red aura behind Panasonic Mountain that was constantly spreading towards the heights, and he was full of murderous energy, like a killing god!

His eyes were blank, and killing people was like slashing at something inanimate.

Everyone was a little jealous of him, what kind of monster was this.

At this moment, I don't know where it was, and suddenly shouted: "He is the number one killing machine of the Matsushita family, Matsushita Mountain!"

With a scold, the people around him were carefully passing on the news, and everyone already knew his identity at this time. These ordinary people looked frightened and wanted to escape, but Matsushimoyama was killing more and more fiercely, and the more he killed, the more he was excited.

His eyes were red, and he kept muttering strangely, as if he had fallen into an evil spirit.

The crowd felt more and more endless fear,

The people in front wanted to flee quickly, but they were tightly blocked by the people who didn't know the situation behind them, and they couldn't escape, and after the people in front died, the people who rushed up later knew the situation, and it was really useless.

In this way, the cycle made Panasonic kill himself covered in blood, and a pile of dead people was piled up on the side.

At this time, the camp of Matsushita Yifang suddenly realized that two white-haired old men rushed out from behind, who were the support that the young samurai had asked for from Matsushita Xuanxue.

The white-haired old man scolded and said, "Matsushitayama, you should have died a long time ago, but I didn't expect that you would dare to appear here and kill our samurai indiscriminately, it is really lawless!"

"You think no one can cure you?

Matsushimoyama sneered again and again, and said: "You are just a dog raised by the Matsushita family, thinking that if you have a little ability, you will be able to fight against your master!

In front of so many people, humiliating himself like this, the two white-haired old men were completely enraged, and they originally just wanted to scold and let Matsushimoyama retreat, he really wanted to fight.

If you can't bear it, you don't need to endure it anymore!

The two white-haired old men instantly jumped down from the black horse they were sitting on.

Some of the formations in their hands were constantly converging, and after the two of them looked at each other, they stretched out the formations in their palms respectively, and then converged with each other.

When the two formations converged, they could feel a violent fluctuation of power,

The faces of everyone around him changed drastically, and they didn't expect these two people to be so powerful.

Matsushimoyama looked calm, as if nothing had happened, looking at the formation flying towards him, but the corners of his mouth were slightly raised,

One hand was slowly raised upward, and some crimson breath in the spine behind him continued to spread to the outside, and these breaths continued to spread and converge, and finally it was like forming a red dragon.

It seemed that the power was above the two white-haired old men.

At this time, those people in Panasonic's billion-party forces all felt a burst of worry, afraid that the two white-haired old men would be unable to stop the number one killing machine of the Panasonic family!

On the contrary, the people on the side of Panasonic Mountain all felt hope, their own adults had such a strong strength, and these two white-haired old men who didn't know the height of the sky and the height of the earth were afraid that they would also die in the hands of Matsushimoyama.

Matsushimoyama was determined to win, and he was full of confidence in his heart, and the corners of his mouth rose slightly, revealing a satisfied smile.

The two sides collided quickly, and no one chose to retreat.

Bang!

There was a loud bang, as if a war had broken out.

The huge shock wave instantly scattered the approaching people, like a balloon, and at this time there was no qualified chance to survive this battle.

Even so, none of the two people who fought above chose to stop.

It's like it's a festival, and it keeps crackling.

There was a loud sound, like a thunderbolt.

Everyone felt a burst of fear, their faces were ugly, worried, and the next person to die was themselves.

Bang!

There was another loud bang, and a figure was kicked out of it.

He fell heavily to the ground, and there was no breath inside, as if he was dead.

"I've choked my breath!"

The people who were close immediately called out in some horror.

The faces of the people were horrified, and they looked at the dead man worriedly, because they knew that if the representative of one side died, the rest of the people would launch a frenzied revenge on the others.

A series of even more tragic battles will unfold, and few of the others present will survive.

"Who?

"Ahead, you can see clearly!"

There was a hint of worry in his voice, and helplessness about fate, if the big people above died, he would die with him!

"See!"

A thin warrior in front of him, his body trembling, looked at the corpse lying on the ground.

He stretched out his trembling hand, peeling off the black scabs on the corpse little by little, and as the little black scabs kept falling,

Everyone's eyes are locked on the past,

"How's that?

Everyone asked nervously.

Just as the skinny samurai was about to see the face of the great man,

Bang!

There was a loud bang, and indeed another corpse flew towards it.

By this time, almost everyone had already understood.

It should be that the two white-haired old men are dead.

At this point, everyone fell into self-autism, and their faces were like ashes, as if they had accepted the fact that they were about to die.

The smoke clouds in the sky dissipated, and I could see that there was a faint figure of a man with a vague figure on it.

I could see some red aura behind him, like a real dragon.

Everyone was already able to determine that Matsushitoyama had won, and he had killed the two directly.

At this time, the forces composed of these ordinary people on the side of Panasonic Yiyi are a little scattered, and everyone wants to escape from this place as soon as possible.

But Matsushimoyama laughed: "Who dares to go!"

With a shout, those who wanted to escape stopped in place, and no one dared to move a step.

Panasonic Mountain, like a killing god descending from above, locked his eyes on everyone opposite, as if he wanted to kill those people opposite.

At this time, I felt a palpitation for those people.

The people on the side of Matsushimoyama laughed loudly, and proposed to Matsushimoyama: "Matsushimoyama-sama, I hope you can kill them all, we have too many brothers who died here, I hope you can avenge them and us." “

Speaking of this, the people on the side of Matsushimoyama all seemed to be fighting with chicken blood, and shouted loudly: "I hope that Matsushimoyama-sama can help me and kill those people on the other side!"

Matsushimoyama was very satisfied, but he didn't expect that he could get so many people to support the killing of people as a killer, and he was a little satisfied.

At the same time, he raised his hand and signaled everyone present to be quiet, and at this time, everyone was quiet.

Matsushimoyama took a deep breath, his expression gradually became hideous, and he tilted his head and said firmly: "They will all die in my hands." “

After speaking, he raised his hand very confidently and kept waving to the people on his side, as if he had been elected by the voters and became the prime minister.

Those people also raised their arms and shouted.

Just as Matsushimoyama walked towards those ordinary people step by step, about to make a move, some of those people knelt down and begged bitterly: "My lord, Lord Matsushita, please let us go! We will definitely follow you for the rest of our lives, and we will never break our vows!"

When I saw the person who said such things, his eyes were firm, as if he were telling the truth. At this time, Matsushimoyama squatted on the ground, smiled, and returned: "Why do you say that?

Those who knelt on the ground had strange eyes in their eyes and asked, "We are just looking at the strength of the adults and want to seek refuge." “

At this time, silently, Matsu Xiashan, stretched out one hand, and quickly pierced the body of an ordinary samurai, and the blood flew out at once.

Glued to his face, he didn't blink his eyes, and smiled, "Do you know why I killed him?"

A trembling warrior on the side whispered back: "Disobedient to your lord!"

"No," Matsushimoyama smiled softly, "because it is also possible for you to find a stronger supporter, so that I will be the one who will be abandoned!"