The night is getting darker and the weather is getting colder. Busy people go home, eat, and sleep as usual. No one feels that there is anything special about today, and no one notices that the number and frequency of police patrols during this period is actually high.
A lot.
They each have their own lives, each have their own circles, each have their own world. As ordinary people, they are just working hard for their own livelihood. They have no leisure and no ability to look at the world and the dark world.
The hands of the clock are turning towards the early morning bit by bit, the raging beacon fire ignites the restless fighting spirit, and the drums and trumpets awaken the blood of the soul. At this moment, the two fronts in the southeast and the 100,000 underworld army are full of fighting spirit!
Whether it was the veterans on the front lines such as Yingmen and Dihuang, or the newly arrived troops such as Longmen and Huiyao, they all stared with red eyes, clenched their trembling fists, and quietly waited for the decisive battle in excitement and fanaticism.
This is the moment they have been waiting for for a long time!!
Boom! The zero o'clock bell rang loudly, and the melodious sound floated in the dark night, on the two fronts of the River and N, in the hearts of all the forces paying attention to them, and in the boiling blood of hundreds of thousands of underworld blood followers.
ah!!!!
One hundred thousand blood disciples looked up to the sky and roared. The roars of violence and madness exploded into the sky at this moment. Scarlet and fiery pupils pierced the night sky at this moment. The suppressed fighting spirit and difficult binding pace were completely released at this moment.
, like a flood that has released its gates, like a roaring wave, or like a herd of out-of-control animals in the wilderness, crashing towards their respective targets.
"Yi Tingxuan!!"
Yang Jing, who was at the front of the army, screamed ferociously, and his running body suddenly rose up from the ground. All the strength in his arms was poured into his arms. The tungsten metal stick he clenched tightly came crashing down with the force of the landslide. The aura of madness and barbarism stirred up the wilderness.
, causing everyone in the Yingmen tribe behind to roar wildly.
"Open it for me!" Yi Tingxuan shouted coldly with a solemn look, his rushing figure never stopped, the blue sword struck loudly, and the seemingly gorgeous moves burst out with the force of thunder.
Clang! The ear-splitting sound waves and violent tremors spread loudly around the collision point. Yang Jing's violent dive force slammed Yi Tingxuan's green knife into the ground, causing sparks and stone chips to explode immediately.
The moment the green knife fell to the ground, Yi Tingxuan cleverly used the force of the dive to rise up from the ground, and stomped Yang Jing's chest with his swinging feet like cannonballs.
Bang!!! All the fierce and explosive power was poured out, and the golden high-level attack with all his strength should not be underestimated. However... Yang Jing was most proud of his muscle strength and ability to resist blows. He would not retreat but advance, and bravely faced the attack. Dull.
Amidst the impact, he took more than three steps back. Yi Tingxuan also lost his balance and was shaken back.
"Come again!!" There is no unnecessary nonsense, no need to say anything. The two have fought for more than a hundred times, and they are tired of saying what should be said and what should not be said. Everyone understands the importance of this battle tonight.
Fight and fight until you defeat the opponent!
When the two were entangled again, the troops behind them attacked at the same time. The fighting spirit that had been held in for too long burst out, and the killing momentum was enough to destroy everything.
"Heiwu, fight!!" The twenty members of the Heiwu troops at the front jumped up collectively, pouring all their strength into the big steel sticks and smashing them down. The terrifying steel wave carried the terrifying gang energy and broke more than a dozen steel knives on the spot.
Those who intercepted were beaten to death on the spot.
The scarlet blood, broken limbs, and wailing souls were a horrific scene that could make ordinary people weak in the knees, but it was the most ordinary microcosm of the entire battlefield.
Underworld melee, battle of dead souls, this is an alternative restoration of the ancient battlefield, a real killing in the bustling world.
The statement "human life is greater than heaven" is just the most ridiculous joke.
Here, martial arts is respected and madness is revered. As long as you can kill the enemy and survive, you are the most respectable warrior and the pride of your unit.
Not for money, not for profit, just for the soul of a bloody man!!
The center of the battlefield with more than a thousand people is always the area where the leaders of both sides fight fiercely. Out of awe, people automatically set aside a small circle for Yang Jing, Yi Tingxuan and a few dozen people to fight.
Other war zones may still focus on strategies and tricks, but in this circle of more than a hundred melees, all of them have been used. Tonight, in this opening battle that established China's supremacy, they would rather use their own
Bloody to defend dignity.
However……
Being extremely masculine, they don't want to use alternative means, but it doesn't mean that others don't.
This underworld struggle for hegemony has lasted for a year from the beginning to the present. The gang members below may feel that they are still unsatisfied and hope to continue fighting forever. However, the underworld is just burning money, no matter how big the financial and material resources are, it cannot withstand this.
Another point, which is the most important point, is that the country does not allow it! Being able to tolerate such a long time is approaching the limit of endurance. During this period, it has been accidentally discovered by ordinary people many times. Although it was finally suppressed by the government,
This is not a long-term solution. If things are exposed on the Internet, no one can bear the amazing pressure.
Now that the underworld melee has entered the most critical moment, it must be resolved in the shortest possible time, and it must not enter a tug-of-war again!
Deep in the crowd, in the fierce battlefield, a slender figure stood quietly, waving his hands at will to knock back any Tianmen members who dared to approach, silently, gently and freely, and his leisurely appearance was in stark contrast to the tragic scenes around him.
contrast.
"...Yang Jing." The man muttered softly, his deep eyes peering through the chaotic crowd and fixating on the beast-like figure in the central battle circle. A look of solemnity flashed across his eyes. No wonder Yi Tingxuan said frankly that if no measures were taken, he would not be able to survive.
Within ten days, he would definitely die miserably on the battlefield. This is simply a monster, a savage beast, and a war machine. Looking at the entire Black Dragon Gang, there should be no one who can boast of suppressing him.
It's incredible luck that Di Cheng was able to get help from this person.
Anyway, this war should be over. The 'Wang family' has given me a definite answer. Di Cheng is not in the country at the moment and will not come back in a short time. He must seize the opportunity and take Tianmen to his side before he returns to the country.
Completely defeated. By that time, no matter how strong Di Cheng's personal strength is, he will be unable to recover from the dilapidated situation.
To be honest, he actually admires Di Cheng. He has such strength and power at such a young age, and his achievements far exceed his own. He really wants to have a happy battle with him, but... for himself
The gang is also suffering from pressure from the top, so they can only say sorry in their hearts.
Di Cheng, if you want to blame, blame the 'Wang Family' and the 'Ninth Family'. They were the ones who gave me the information, and they were the ones who secretly controlled this melee.
Chen Zun took a deep breath, suppressed the hesitation and irritability in his heart, and his eyes returned to clarity.
"Dicheng, I'm sorry."
After speaking softly at the end, Chen Zun's gently moving hands suddenly tightened, and instantly appeared like eagle claws on the throat of the Yingmen brother on the right. Click!! The terrifying power actually forced his neck.
Cracked.
Ugh! The steel knife held high by the man immediately froze in mid-air, his ferocious face flushed red, and his wide-open eyes slowly turned blood red.
Chen Zun suddenly spun on the spot, holding the corpse and turning it into an iron rod, smashing it around him with wild momentum. His feet rushed wildly, and his arms and wrists waved, causing a burst of chaos and curses in front of him.
In the central battle circle, Yang Jing became more and more brave as he fought, and the more he fought, the more crazy he became. The tungsten metal stick in his hand danced with blood storms, raging towards Yi Tingxuan. Qiang!! Another tightening of Mars, another
With the impact of force, the tungsten metal stick knocked back the cyan sword.
Yang Jing roared, twirled his body, followed him closely, and slammed his majestic shoulders into Yi Tingxuan's chest. With a bit of brutality and a bit of rogue style, Yi Tingxuan achieved excellent results.
Caught off guard, he stumbled back.
"Hahaha, open it!" Yang Jing laughed wildly, his body suddenly stopped, and he swung the tungsten stick down in the air, whistling directly towards Yi Tingxuan's head.
Yi Tingxuan's eyes narrowed, and he stamped his right foot on the ground, stopping his steps forcefully, and the blue sword violently intercepted him.
But...just when the sword and stick were about to hit, the corners of Yang Jing's mouth suddenly raised, and the straight downward trajectory moved slightly to the side. Phew!! The tungsten stick rubbed the blue sword and Yi Tingxuan and struck down,
It missed the target, but hit the handle of a large knife dripping with blood at my feet.
Bang!! The tungsten metal stick collided violently with the knife handle, whizzed and spun immediately, shot out like a fan, and stabbed hard into Yi Tingxuan's thigh.
Yi Tingxuan was horrified. Unprepared, he hurriedly dodged, but the steel knife was too close to him, and the change was too sudden. It was too late to react...
Poof...ah!! The blade penetrated Yi Tingxuan's thigh. The severe pain made his body tense up and he screamed.
"Haha, how does it taste!!" Yang Jing's eyes were crazy and fiery, and he swung his right foot like an iron rod towards Yi Tingxuan's lower abdomen, knocking him out on the spot.
"Brother Xuan!!" Several bodyguards nearby exclaimed in shock. They were about to turn around to rescue him, but the black warriors who were entangled with them all went crazy and suppressed him while shouting wildly.
"I'm sorry, I was just a trickster. I didn't expect you to be so unlucky that you actually got stuck." Yang Jing shook his body, his seemingly apologetic smile looked so ferocious and terrifying.
Yi Tingxuan didn't have time to argue with him, so he bit his bleeding front teeth and without hesitation pulled out the steel knife that pierced his thigh. Poof! The blade scratched his flesh, and the severe pain made his whole body tense and his face turned pale.
He was so pale. He didn't have time to catch his breath, so he quickly tore off his clothes and wrapped them around the wound to perform a simple bandage to stop the bleeding.
"Youhe, you still have some backbone. But... it's over!!" Yang Jing slammed the tungsten stick into the ground, rushed a few steps with a crazy look, took advantage of the situation, jumped up, and tumbled in the air, holding back all his strength.
The right leg drew a majestic arc and struck down with the force of Mount Tai.
Yi Tingxuan, who had not yet finished bandaging, roared like a beast, raised his fists, and attacked fiercely with a desperate attitude. But with his current injury, it was impossible to stop Yang Jing's full-strength impact...
The foreseeable outcome was either a broken arm or wrist, or a torn thigh wound. How could Yi Tingxuan not know? But he had no chance to escape, so he could only bite the bullet and fight back.
"Back off!"
Just when Yang Jing's fierce kick was about to come off, a slender figure suddenly rushed out of the diagonal thrust, and with a dull roar, he swung his kick and intercepted it without hesitation!!
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