During the Chixiang disaster that day, due to the iron chains and high walls blocking the various compounds of the railway prison, most people were unable to escape and were eventually buried alive by mudslides. Only their masters, their guards and a few
People survived, but in the hasty escape, faced with the overwhelming rain, faced with soldiers with live ammunition, faced with hunger and pain, not many actually survived.
Zhou Shaohua, Zhang Yanxiao, Ni Dongxu, and Fu Xinglei are the four strongest among the few survivors of the iron prison!
"Yang Jing, don't forget that there are still three of your grandfathers here!!" Zhang Yanxiao shouted ferociously, replacing the iron rod with the weapon on his waist, and his momentum increased a bit again.
"Youhe, are all of you trash alive?" Yang Jing temporarily stopped his offensive and relieved the pain in his hands and arms as well as the churning energy and blood in his body.
However... Yang Jing is tough on the surface, but he is secretly surprised in his heart. The four heads of the Iron Supervisor Family?? MD, it seems that the possibility of achieving a breakthrough tonight is almost zero. What's more, the damage in his body is already very serious.
The power erupted by Bajiquan in close combat contains extremely strong hidden power. Even though it was buffered by a tungsten metal stick, it still caused extremely strong trauma. The blood that surged up several times was suppressed by him.
If it weren't for his tenacious perseverance and special constitution, he might have vomited blood and fallen to the ground and fell into a coma.
After spitting out the sticky blood in his mouth, Yang Jing snorted again: "The dignified head of the Iron Supervisor family is a figure no matter how you say it. I didn't expect that just a few days after leaving Chixiang, he turned into someone else's lackey. I should
Is it pity, or pity? In my opinion, you might as well stay in Chixiang, at least you still have a little bit of face there."
The faces of Zhang Xiaoyan and the others darkened: "Who do you think is the lackey?"
"Is there anyone else here? Oh, there is also Zhou Shaohua, four lackeys." Yang Jing glanced at them with disdain and continued to stimulate: "I don't understand what benefits the wolf pack has given you, and it makes you shameless
You shamelessly forgot your dignity and became Ma Hao's lackey."
The expressions of Zhang Xiaoyan and the others were completely cold. Even Zhou Shaohua, who was panting, slowly stood up straight and stared coldly at Yang Jing. The murderous intent in his eyes was as real as if Yang Jing's words had stung a nerve in their hearts.
"Bah, put away your disgusting faces. If you are a man, speak with your strength. Have you forgotten what Chixiang Prison gave you? If you want dignity and status, it depends on whose fist is stronger." Yang Jing was cold and proud.
Humph, the tungsten-gold stick pointed at the four of them! Immediately, there was a roar that shook the sky: "Come on!!"
"Kill!!" The anger was condensed and the fighting spirit was overwhelming. The four of them roared like injured beasts, using their voices to boost their momentum and use their power to gain power!
Stainless steel gauntlets, full moon double swords, walker sticks, mandarin ducks and terbium, powerful weapons rushed to kill, the four people fully demonstrated their strength, like four small blade storms, sweeping towards Yang Jing.
The powerful alliance of the four major iron supervisor family heads is enough to defeat the high-level gold!!
"Well done!" Yang Jing was strong when faced with the strong, and his ferocious beast-like nature made him never know what fear was. He concentrated his energy, stepped forward, and fiercely attacked with the tungsten stick, and a new round of fierce battle broke out again.
The offensive is stronger and the fighting spirit is stronger!
Inspired by its evil intentions, the space around the battle circle continued to expand, leaving enough space for both warring parties while they were frightened. Inspired by their bravery, the wolves and the thousands of earth snakes became more and more courageous as they fought, and the more they fought, the more crazy they became.
Keep increasing.
"Do you want to do it or not?" In the dense crowd, more than a dozen slightly weird people formed a small circle, guarding and intimidating the enemies who wanted to surround them, while discussing in a low voice. They were dressed like ordinary members of the Earth Snake Sect.
They wear the same clothes, but have the word "death" engraved on their foreheads, their faces are stiff and emotionless, their eyes are cold, heartless and sexless.
Death warriors, Earth Snake Death Warriors! From the Earth Snake Death Warriors camp secretly cultivated by Yan Shou!
"Done?"
"Done!"
Several people had a simple exchange in low voices, and then nodded at the same time. Four people stood up without hesitation and said with a ferocious smile: "The Death Soldier Battalion takes action for the first time tonight. The glory belongs to us. Don't take any of it! Don't worry, we will never give it to you."
The Earth Snake Sect is embarrassed, let alone the Tianmen and Brother Cheng!"
The cold eyes of the remaining people swayed slightly, and no one said anything. They just nodded heavily and hit their chests with their right fists to convey their respect.
"Take action!!!" More than a dozen people raised their energy together, formed an impact arrow, and fought hard to move closer to Yang Jing's fierce battle circle. There were not many people in the Death Soldier Battalion, and their strength was not that strong, but compared to ordinary people
The gang members were still a few levels stronger, and they all joined forces to rush forward ferociously, without encountering many obstacles along the way.
However, their attack was not in a straight line, but they deliberately turned left and right, allowing the leaders of the wolf pack to discover their presence. After catching their attention, they quickly aligned their direction and rushed towards Yang Jing's battle circle.
"Not good!" Several leaders stared at them doubtfully for a moment, and then their hearts trembled slightly. This group of people was obviously different from other snake sects. They were several levels higher in terms of strength and momentum. Could it be... Tianmen's killer?
force?
A few sharp-eyed people recognized them as the group that caused chaos and blocked Zhang Xiaoyan and others.
"MD, here are some people to stop them." Several small bosses shouted one after another, calling to the brothers around them, splitting open the snake door and entangled them, and chased the dead soldiers.
"Don't you think there is no one in our Snake Sect?" Several captains of the Snake Sect noticed the strange movements of the wolves and also noticed the movements of the dead soldiers. However, their status was relatively low and they did not know that there was still a dead man in their own branch.
The soldiers in the camp just thought it was a few passionate brothers who were ready to help Yang Jing. The crowd was excited and called on the brothers to pursue them fiercely and prepare to intercept the wolves.
Feeling the turmoil of the crowd behind them, more than a dozen people from the Death Soldier Battalion sneered. This was the effect they wanted. The pace did not change, but they became more and more courageous as they fought. Soon they entered the spacious battle circle, gritted their teeth, and shouted wildly.
He rushed forward in the roar.
"Get through our level first!" The wolf pack that broke through the edge rushed out and shouted at the dead soldiers.
"Your grandpa is here." The people from the Earth Snake Sect followed closely behind, and they also rushed out and rushed towards the wolves fiercely. Infected by the aura here, everyone seemed to suddenly become brave.
Yang Jing, Zhou Shaohua and others all frowned, why are these guys rushing up again?! The five of them are all fighting madmen. When they are immersed in the battle, they don't want to be disturbed by anyone, whether it is the enemy or their own family.
brother.
However, this is a battlefield, a large-scale battlefield where more than a thousand people are fighting. If the crowds are consciously guided and mobilized, it will be difficult to compete with just one person's strength.
Finally, with the efforts of the Death Soldier Battalion, the two sides who went crazy gradually forgot about the terror of Yang Jing and others, and the battle circle achieved "connection".
"What the hell is going on with you? Who asked you to come here!" Yang Jing forcefully shook Zhou Shaohua away and cursed at the crowd.
"Get out of here, or I will kill you all too!" Zhou Shaohua and the four others were equally furious. Fu Xinglei, the most ill-tempered, used his mandarin ducks and terbiums to attack the two wolf gang members beside him, cutting off both arms at shoulder level on the spot.
, blood spurted out, and screams were screamed.
But the crowd was too chaotic, and there was no way to stop them for a while. No matter how angry the five people were, they were eventually rushed away.
"That's him!" Everyone in the Death Soldier Battalion fixed their eyes on Fu Xinglei without distinction, and took advantage of the chaos in the crowd to quickly approach him.
"Bastard, we are here to take the life of King Yama." The four dead men who had volunteered earlier gathered around Fu Xinglei, with ferocious faces and fierce breaths. They pounced forward like wolves, with four shining silver steel knives at their heads.
When it was chopped down, the momentum seemed to chop it into meat paste.
The other nine dead soldiers followed closely and also gathered around Fu Xinglei, using their numerical advantage to temporarily block everyone's sight. Then... while Fu Xinglei was blocking the steel knife above his head with all his strength, eighteen of them were tied up with silk threads.
The iron thorns were quickly scattered to the ground, and the sharp thorns glowed with a chilling light in the flickering light.
"A bunch of rubbish is worthy of declaring war on me! Go to hell!" Fu Xinglei yelled in a ferocious voice. His tyrannical strength comparable to that of a high-level silver mandarin was fully activated. The mandarin ducks and terbium were dancing with all their strength, and bursts of sharp edges were slashing in the air, vowing to give him death.
These little minions who dare to challenge his majesty should be taught some lessons.
There was a clanging sound, and all the steel knives were blocking the way. Yuanyang and Terbium continued to move forward, grazing the edge of the steel knife and slashing with all their strength. Instead of hiding, the four dead soldiers rushed towards Yuanyang and Terbium. Puff, the sharp edge penetrated their bodies fiercely.
It sucks their life away like the god of death.
"Go to hell!" Before their lives ended, the four of them let out the last roar of their lives, abandoned everything, danced their hands crazily, and pounced on Fu Xinglei like demons.
Fu Xinglei furrowed his brows and quickly dodged in disgust, but when he lifted and fell his steps happened to step on the iron thorns on the ground, the sharp thorns immediately pierced into the soles of his feet, and severe pain rushed straight to his brain along the nerves.
In panic, Fu Xinglei screamed and jumped quickly, but every time he landed awkwardly, long subway points would dig into the soles of his feet, severe pain appeared one after another, and he could no longer control his balance.
"Die!!" How could the brother not seize the opportunity he had bought with his life? The eyes of the other dead soldiers were blood red, and the nine steel knives stabbed fiercely from all directions!
The long knife penetrated his body, and blood spurted out. Fu Xinglei, who was entangled in iron thorns, was unable to react at all. Nine steel knives penetrated his body on the spot!
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