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Chapter 163, a full-scale outbreak (5)

The crazy melee of more than a thousand people filled every intersection. The center of the road, both sides of the street, and even the roadside shops were occupied by this group of crazy beasts, turning it into a tragic and bloody battlefield.

That restlessness and fanaticism cannot be suppressed even by the howling wind and rain between heaven and earth. It is like a huge beast condensed with blood and energy, trying to break free and roar proudly into the night sky.

Tragedy is everywhere, and every battle circle is the focus. Tragedy and tragedy are constantly being staged. Both sides are red-eyed, and there is nothing else in their heads except killing.

On the edge of the battlefield, in the direction of the Black Dragon Gang, in the dense and chaotic convoy, in the darkness behind the dazzling lights, a group of men in black appeared silently on the roof of the car, looking at the whole scene from a distance. No one knew when they were here, killing

The red-eyed parties did not notice these mysterious "guests" hidden by the rain and darkness.

"It's not Xi Yuhuang." A tall man of nearly two meters reported to the young man under the umbrella next to him, holding down the photo in his hand.

"Of course he is not Xi Yuhuang. This man is obviously a war-hungry villain. He is a handsome man, but he cannot be a king. If the leader of Tianmen has such a personality, how can he support such a large gang, and how can he be short-lived?

It took less than three years to build such a big family business." The young man has a fair complexion, a gentle voice, and his voice is soft and light. However, he seems to be young, but he has the majesty of a superior person, which makes people dare not to admit it.

See.

"Tianmen is not simple." The tall man said in a deep voice, his words were full of energy, but the words were always so simple.

The young man's expression was still calm, but there was a little tremor in his eyes: "Being able to swallow the tide and defeat the wolves is enough to explain a lot of problems. But I didn't expect that this unknown person could actually compete with Yi Tingxuan.

I wonder how many strong men of this type are there... in Tianmen."

"Quite a bit." The tall man uttered two more words dryly, staring closely at the two manic figures in the field, with a slight wave of heat in his resolute expression.

Another man who was as short as a monkey on the right side of the boy spoke in a hoarse voice: "It is said that during the battles between Tianmen and wolves and tigers, there were many mysterious people with masks on their faces. These people were all very powerful and they were blocking opponents.

The vanguard of the two factions of generals played a key role in determining the victory to some extent. The Wolf King Ma Hao was defeated by a strong man holding a golden stick. If he guessed correctly, it should be the man in front of him.

.”

"Where did this Emperor Xi Yu come from? How could he have so many powerful followers in a short period of time? Where did they come from?" The young man spoke slowly, as if asking or talking to himself.

The skinny man spoke again: "Tianmen's response was faster than we expected. From the analysis of the battle locations of the two fronts, they should have issued the attack order at the same time as us. I contacted Long Si just now, but there has been no response.

So I speculate... Emperor Xi Yu should also have arranged for someone to assassinate Yan Huafeng and possibly meet the Dragon Slave team."

Looking at the battle situation in the audience again, the young man turned around and jumped out of the car: "Let's go, tonight's harvest is greater than expected. Inform the intelligence team to evaluate all fronts tonight. No later than six tomorrow morning

Send it to me before ordering."

The mysterious figure came silently and left silently, attracting almost no one's attention. He quickly disappeared in the dense rain. The battlefield was not affected in any way and continued to be tragic.

"Breaking the Sky!" Yi Tingxuan roared in a deep voice, and the sword force suddenly twisted contrary to the rules, and the force was like a rainbow. The muscular arms surged with tyrannical power, and he slashed fiercely from bottom to top. The seemingly simple sword

Law is extremely powerful.

Qiang!!! The tungsten stick that was slashing in the air stopped abruptly. Even Yang Jing's body, which was falling like a mountain top, felt like it was struck by lightning. It was counterattacked by the terrifying power surging from the green knife, staggering back and being hit hard.

Towards the crowd behind.

"Evil Dragon Attacks the Sea!" Yi Tingxuan followed the trend, and the green sword danced rapidly, spinning and impacting with the force of an evil dragon attacking the sea, like a green rotating storm, and like a ferocious green dragon head, he pounced forward fiercely.

"TMD, try Grandpa Yang's stick technique!!" Yang Jing became angry and furious. He hit the tungsten stick wildly. There was no subtle move. It was completely born from the heart and from the soul. It was majestic and thunderous.

!!

Clang!! The ear-splitting sound waves spread loudly, and the tungsten-gold stick accurately intercepted the rotating knife screen. It defeated ten enemies with one force and broke through thousands of tricks with one move, severely shattering this terrifying and terrifying sword technique.

However……

Yang Jing groaned, his hands instantly dripping with blood, and the bones inside seemed to be cracked. The tungsten stick almost left his hand, and he retreated in embarrassment again until he was five steps away, bumping into three big men along the way.

He underestimated the skill hidden in Yi Tingxuan's fierce sword skills, and also underestimated the tyrannical power produced by the high-frequency vibration of the big stick under the impact of force.

Another point, Yang Jing did not notice, Yi Tingxuan's cyan sword has densely packed tiny rings on the back of the sword. Every time it collides with the tungsten stick, they will shake and collide violently with each other, and there will be a crisp sound.

of sound.

At first glance, this kind of sound just feels a little crisp, and you won't notice it when you are highly concentrated. But in fact, it is the most secret killing move of the cyan sword. It is not so much a "ring" as it is a sound.

"Sound waves", weird sound waves can easily affect people's hearing when they spread continuously, and then interfere with people's sanity.

This effect is very weak and slow, but as long as it lasts for a long time and lasts for twenty or thirty minutes without interruption, it will easily make people feel irritable, and it will not attract my attention.

Humph!! With his eyes as sharp as daggers, Yi Tingxuan used his legs to forcefully stop his retreating figure, twisted his steps, threw a small arc, and rushed towards Yang Jing again.

The movements are fierce and continuous, layer by layer, and the attacks are fierce and fast, and they are linked together.

"Break!!" Yang Jing shouted angrily, his roar was like thunder, the sound shook his momentum, the tungsten metal stick spun and tumbled, although it was only a moment of attack, but the afterimage filled the sky, as if it turned into nine iron rods, from nine

Lock vitality in every direction.

Two consecutive embarrassing retreats completely aroused his animal nature, and virtually eliminated the sonic influence that should have interfered with him.

"Breaking Waves!!" The green broadsword's offensive surged instantly, tearing through the night like a thunderous giant, slashing rapidly.

Qiang!! The cyan sword and the tungsten stick intercepted accurately. What looked like a fierce collision to outsiders was actually four consecutive bombardments. However, the speed was so fast that it was difficult to distinguish its shape in the rain!!

The thunderous impact that gathered the essence of both men's lives exploded with terrifying destructive power like a tsunami. The terrifying power swept through the whole body. The arms shook violently uncontrollably, and the blood in the body tumbled with it. Scarlet blood seeped out from the corners of the nostrils and mouth, washed away by the heavy rain.

The lower part covers the entire face.

Bang bang bang!!! It wasn't until I took more than ten steps back that the force was finally released.

Breathing heavily, their bodies trembling, the two of them looked at each other like crazy beasts. After a moment, their expressions became ferocious again, ignoring the severe pain in their bodies, ignoring the numbness in their arms, and they collided hard.

Yang Jing completely turned into a beast, and Yi Tingxuan's "cold beauty" also turned into a ferocious one. It was less subtle and solemn than at the beginning, but this wildness can further stimulate the enthusiasm of both parties in the melee.

However... with the passage of time, except for a few exceptions such as Yang Jing, the evil intentions accumulated by most people before the war were gradually dissipated in the high-intensity killing. Although the brutality of the battlefield did not change much, it could be

The physical strength of both warring parties has been reduced to a minimum.

In normal times, judging from their rich combat experience and their own strength, it is not impossible to continue a bloody battle for two hours. However, both sides had already suppressed their energy before tonight's battle began, and they tried their best as soon as the battle began.

Strive to suppress the opponent in terms of momentum and intimidate the opponent in terms of madness. Coupled with the constant erosion of wind and rain, and the constant persecution of cold, the consumption is invisibly aggravated.

The continuous mental tension, the continuous high-intensity strobe, and the continuous madness and savagery devoured their physical strength like vampires, and the more time passed, the stronger the feeling of exhaustion became.

If it weren't for the strong will and the blood that had already soaked into the soul, maybe 60 to 70% of the tribe would have been lying in the rain, unable to get up.

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