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Chapter 178, Frontline

The change came too suddenly, and the oil all over the floor was a disaster for the manic Chen Hu. In the absence of friction, all moves and actions were invisible. www.pAo8.cOM_

"Good opportunity, kill him!!" Mao Haifeng screamed like crazy, picked up the broken knife on the ground and rushed towards Chen Hu. Although this move was a bit clumsy, in order to save their lives and survive, what did they do?

It doesn’t matter, I don’t care about anything, as long as I can win this battle!!

"Kill!!!" More than 20 people looked ferocious and went to kill them like crazy. They looked like starving ghosts fighting for food instead of fighting.

"Brother Tiger!!" The surrounding members of the Broken Sword Association were shocked and angry, and hurriedly turned around to save them, but how could the Broken Sword Alliance, which had been prepared for a long time, agree. Although the overall strength gap between the two major gangs is very large, they can be used as elites.

Carefully selected as the strongest commando team, this group of rough guys from Province H can also show amazing combat effectiveness even when they are on the run.

only……

The plans and expectations were good, but the actual implementation was always accompanied by many unforeseen unexpected factors. Chen Hu was able to shock the underworld in the three northeastern provinces, and his strength, combat experience, and ability to deal with unexpected events far exceeded those of them.

of foreknowledge.

"Roar!!" Chen Hu roared like a beast, turned around in the oil with all his strength, and used the giant sword to spin and chop.

He was already filled with anger because of what happened with Di Cheng, and now he was being plotted against him. The flames of anger almost burned him to the core. The power that erupted in this state was infinitely terrifying, like a storm of blades.

It suddenly took shape and wreaked havoc on the people coming from all directions.

The hearts of the more than 20 people who were already beating were twitching violently, their faces full of horror and horror. Facing the roaring shadow of the huge sword, they wanted to avoid and resist, but...

In just one tenth of a second, the whistling giant sword was approaching, and poof... the sword light slashed wildly, the manic power and the sharp edge were perfectly combined, and it swept around in an instant, passing by more than twenty people along the way.

He was spared, but without exception, he was split in half alive.

Some were cut off at the waist, some had their heads thrown away, and some had their legs cut off. Whether it was hard bones or tough skin and flesh, they were as unimpeded as cabbage in the chopping of the Thousand Jin Knife. At best, they were scattered.

There were frightening sounds of bone cracking.

The giant knife swept across, blood was thrown, and more than twenty human lives were turned into residual souls so easily. Broken limbs and meat, internal organs and intestines were thrown around like rain, and the strong smell of blood spread, mixed with bursts of blood.

A sound of breathing.

"Brother Tiger, close your eyes!" At this moment, several excited brothers from the Broadsword Club rushed in carrying several bags of sand or cement and spread it over the oil field.

Chen Hu rolled around in the sand a few times to neutralize the impact of the oil, and then slowly stood up. His red eyes seemed to be blazing with anger, and the right hand holding the giant knife trembled slightly with anger.

"Mao Haifeng!! Go to hell, your wife and children, I will send them to you later!!" Chen Hu stared at Mao Haifeng, the only survivor on the ground, and the sound squeezed out from between his teeth was like the sound of shaking from the eaves.

Ice slag is so cold that it makes people palpitate.

"Tiger...Tiger Tiger Tiger...Brother Tiger...I..." Mao Haifeng looked at the "evil ghost" walking towards him step by step in horror. All his strength and arrogance collapsed at this moment, and his teeth trembled violently.

Feeling the panic and coldness he felt in his bones.

"Death!!" Chen Hu roared, slashed with his giant sword in the air, and headed straight for Mao Haifeng.

"Help me!!" Mao Haifeng screamed strangely. He couldn't stand up anymore and shouted for help while holding a knife to intercept him. But Chen Hu's previous chop not only scared him to paralysis, but also everyone around him.

There is no one I have ever seen who does not feel trembling in the calf.

Save? It’s not that I don’t want to save, it’s that no one has the courage!

On the chaotic battlefield, the intimidation brought by Chen Hu's giant sword was even more obvious than that of Yang Jing, and it was enough to compete with Dahan, the king of Tianmen melee!

The wind roared with great momentum, and the huge machete came out horizontally with a terrifying chopping power of thousands of pounds.

Qiang, with just a simple collision, the giant knife smashed through the machete like a machete. The force was raging and the blade was unabated. In an instant, Mao Haifeng was split in half from the middle. Thick blood and a lot of disgusting internal organs splashed out, spreading to

ground.

This fighting madman, who was somewhat famous in the underground underworld of the three provinces, faced Chen Hu's furious slashing and had lost even the most basic attacks. When death came, everything turned into the wail of the dead soul.

Chen Hu's eyes were ferocious, he raised his sword and roared proudly: "Anyone who offends the majesty of my sword will be killed!!!!"

Cut! Cut! Cut! Sensed by Chen Hu's bravery, the swords gathered from all directions would help the crowd roar, their momentum increased, and their attacks became even more ferocious. Their power and momentum were like a sudden flood, unstoppable!

!

The Broken Knife Alliance was horrified and desperate. They had never encountered the impact and momentum of such a roaring tsunami. The combat power originally condensed due to ruthlessness was gradually reduced, even though many of the leaders among them were constantly shouting to boost their morale.

.

But without Mao Haifeng and others, the organization is like the load-bearing wall of a high-rise building, crumbling under the hammer blow.

"Dahan, if it were you, could you do this?" On the top of the building in front of Tangkou, Di Cheng looked at the tragic battlefield below and suddenly asked.

Being in the battlefield, you can truly feel the power of the Thousand Jin Sword. Standing at a high altitude and overlooking the whole scene, you can also experience the shock. Although Di Cheng reprimanded Chen Hu for his incompetence, he had to admit that he had grown in the past two years.

, the name Qian Jin Dao can shock the entire three northeastern provinces, which is not an exaggeration by outsiders.

Actually... in the final analysis, Di Cheng's dissatisfaction with him more or less stems from the word "perfect". He doesn't want the person who pursues his biological sister to have any flaws.

Standing on the roof of the building, Sha Lang and others had to admire in their hearts. This Chen Hu was indeed a fierce general who charged into battle. His crazy momentum and the intimidation of his sword could maximize his own momentum and undermine the opponent's confidence.

The most important thing is that he is not a madman who only knows how to fight. He has a shrewd mind, strong leadership, and strong adaptability. He surpasses Da Han by many.

Dahan scratched his head and shook his head in shame: "No."

Although he is honest and honest, he is true and pure, not stupid. If Chen Hu below were him, there might be no difference in other aspects, but Mao Haifeng's trick of throwing oil could not be done so quickly.

Reflection, not to mention the counterattack will use to shock the whole audience, it is a blessing to be able to avoid serious damage.

Di Cheng didn't speak again, and didn't even show any unnecessary expressions. He was still watching the battle below quietly, admiring the storm impact caused by the Thousand Jin Knife.

But he didn't speak. As Shalang and others who had been following him for so many years, they felt something strange. They looked at each other secretly, somewhat curious. Was it because of the girl's departure? Or were they thinking about other things?

Dahan, who had lowered his head since the moment in the restaurant, felt even more uncomfortable, squirming and looking pitiful. Finally, King Kong, who understood what he was thinking, pushed him from behind, and then he bit the bullet.

He muttered: "Brother Cheng, I'm sorry."

"Huh?" Di Cheng replied softly, but his tone seemed a bit careless.

"I...I don't know what's wrong, I just...don't want to...hurt that girl." Dahan lowered his head even lower, almost touching his chest. That look made Shalang and the others beside him laugh.

It's pitiful again.

King Kong coughed a few times and defended his good brother: "Brother Cheng, I also feel that Long Er is a little strange. That girl doesn't look very powerful on the outside. She should have other abilities. Dahan might have been..."

"Dahan." Before he could finish speaking, Di Cheng suddenly spoke up.

"Ah?" Dahan raised his head.

Looking at the battle below, Di Cheng whispered: "Do you want to follow me, or do you want to go to the front line?"

Dahan was stunned for a moment, looking at Di Cheng blankly, hesitating and unable to say anything.

"When I brought you with me, I wanted you to improve your strength through constant battles, and eliminate your weaknesses in reaction and defense through fighting with masters. But now it seems... I was wrong. You don't belong in the ring.

, is not suitable for single-player battles. Your strength is in melee combat, and that is your stage. So, you go to the front line."

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