The melee in the wilderness is in full swing. The troops of both sides have been completely integrated, and the tragic atmosphere has filled every corner. Pao*Book* Bar (www.pao8.com Whether it is the attack of the Red Blood Iron Banner or the counterattack of the Dragon Gate of Heaven,
Without losing the prestige of both parties, the tribesmen of both parties truly interpreted what it means to be a true 'underworld blood disciple'!
But courage and backbone cannot make up for the gap in strength. Due to the chaos and contradictions within Longmen, Wu Hengtang has not been supplemented by fresh soldiers for too long. Exhaustion, pain, and heartache are eating away at their energy inch by inch.
Their physical strength was being depleted bit by bit. The "ruthless spirit" they had forcibly brought up before the war was slowly worn away by time, and the defeat began to appear locally, and then spread uncontrollably to the entire place like a disease.
The desolate roar, the desperate eyes, and the tragic figure have become the epitome of Longmen's ending tonight.
Even Wu Heng, who was in the center of the battlefield, showed signs of fatigue due to the exhaustion of his physical strength. The tyrannical impact turned into a helpless parry. A hint of despair arose in the depths of his ruthless eyes from unknown time, and a touch of desolation flowed in his heart.
Clang!! Accompanied by a crisp sound, the two lasing figures suddenly stopped.
"How long can you hold on?" Yuan Hong stared at Wu Heng who was right in front of him, snorted coldly, exerted his strength with both arms, and used the steel knife to shake him away.
"Hold on until death!" Wu Heng shouted ferociously, forcing himself not to consider the pain in his body and the soreness in his arms and wrists, and once again charged fiercely without fear of death. It's just that now he just has a strong momentum, strength and flexibility.
Already greatly weakened, like an old man in his twilight years.
"That's really short enough." Yuan Hong sneered again and again, swiping his saber casually, intercepting all the seemingly fierce attacks, and then raised his kick and effortlessly stomped Wu Heng's lower abdomen, sending him flying out.
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Wu Heng fell on his back miserably and fell to the ground. The right hand holding the sword finally lost the weapon due to numbness and weakness.
"Hmph, what did I say?" Yuan Hong spat, snorted coldly, glanced at the chaotic battlefield around him, and then walked towards Wu Heng step by step with his knife in hand.
Can……
Um?
After walking a few steps, Yuan Hong suddenly frowned and turned his attention to the battlefield again. He just took a random look and found that something was wrong in the east. The entire battlefield was filled with shouts and crazy fighting, but the momentum there was obviously weak.
A lot, and just turning around and then turning back to neutral seems to be a little weaker.
What happened? There was an accident?
Wu Heng covered his abdomen with severe tearing pain, climbed up with difficulty, took a deep breath, and prepared for the battle again. Although the best and most correct decision at the moment was to abandon the battlefield and choose to retreat, but
There are some things that you can't help yourself. You can't retreat if you want to, but you can do it if you want to. Once you announce your retreat, who will bear the responsibility if it causes a major rout of the entire front?
"Come on!" Abandoning distracting thoughts and having a will to live and die, Wu Heng called out to fight.
Yuan Hong ignored him and continued to stare and listen, frowning slowly, because at this moment, the entire eastern region was completely silent. Compared with the chaos and noise of the entire battlefield, the sudden silence was so different.
It's so ordinary that one can't help but feel uneasy.
Wu Heng was surprised by Yuan Hong's reaction and couldn't help but look there. He soon discovered something strange. Not only did he look at it, but many people also glanced there strangely at the area connected to the silent area.
With one glance, he could no longer look away, especially the people of the Red-Blooded Iron Banner. The previous madness completely turned into shock and anger.
"It's very famous!" Di Cheng dragged the scarred Yu Xiaotian step by step into the depths of the battlefield. Dahan, Meiyan and others followed him on both sides, keeping alert.
The people in front, either surprised or doubtful, angry or happy, gave way to a wide passage for them to walk forward.
Yu Xiaotian's importance to the Black Dragon Gang and everyone in the gang is self-evident. At this moment, no one in the Red Blood Iron Banner dared to take action hastily. Apart from looking nervously at this group of mysterious people, they only
He could allow them to move forward while he carefully moved to the side to make way for a wide passage.
The brothers in Tianmen didn't know why. None of them had ever seen Di Cheng, Meiyan or Ye Wantong. Even Dahan was the same. But Yu Xiaotian's photos were plastered all over the hall. They were very impressed and could recognize them at a glance.
Recognized, so this meeting can at least determine that the small team that captured Yu Xiaotian are friends rather than enemies.
The teams on both sides involuntarily stopped fighting, no longer entangled, no longer fighting. The chaotic teams actually dispersed in this weird way and gathered in their respective directions. And this weird silence quickly spread to the entire venue,
At first, I was confused and at a loss, but as the team gathered together, the shock in my heart clearly appeared on my face.
After the oppressive and tense atmosphere lasted for ten minutes, Di Cheng gradually approached the central area, and at this time, a thousand-man captain finally recognized Di Cheng.
A stream of hot blood rushed from the heart to the forehead, the eyes burst out like fire, and the body trembled slightly due to excitement. After a moment, he knelt down and shouted with all his strength: "Welcome the master, return to the Tianmen!"
The hysterical roar tore through the night sky like thunder, echoing in the ears of everyone on both sides of the enemy and us. Many people looked at the excited-looking thousand-man captain with confusion.
Doorkeeper? Where did the doorkeeper come from?
The brothers of Longmen were even more confused. They were not aware of the existence of Di Cheng. The so-called 'master' had always been equated with 'Emperor Xi Yu'. Only a few captains of several hundred people vaguely heard some rumors, saying that the real master of Tianmen was not
Xi Yu Huang is someone else.
Could it be...
Looking at the excited and even excited boss, and then looking at the heroic figure, the hundred-man captains were surprised and happy. They immediately chose to kneel down on one knee and shouted loudly: "Welcome the master, return to the Tianmen!"
Deep in the crowd, Wu Heng didn't know where he got the strength. He pushed away the crowd like crazy and rushed out. When a familiar figure appeared in his sight, the strong man even appeared a little sluggish and a little hazy.
The mist appears in the eyes.
"Brother Cheng? You...are back." Wu Heng murmured blankly, and then, bang! He knelt on his knees, lowered his head, and shouted with a slight trembling: "Welcome Master, return to Tianmen!!"
The voice was not very high-pitched, but the excitement, respect, and determination in it were clear.
At this moment, the brothers who were approaching Tianzhilongmen no longer had any doubts and did not need anyone's command. They knelt down collectively and roared excitedly throughout the heaven and earth, shaking the wilderness: "Welcome the master, return to Tianmen!"
They did not know Di Cheng and had never heard of him, but the shouts at this moment came from their hearts and they roared spontaneously.
But at this exciting moment, a cold steel knife was placed on Wu Heng's neck.
"Dicheng!! Let go of Yu Xiaotian!!" Yuan Hong roared with ferocious eyes, but the trembling and nervousness under the ferociousness could not escape the eyes of those who cared.
Di Cheng couldn't help but pause in his forward steps, briefly looked at Yuan Hong, and said in a slightly commanding tone: "Take the knife away."
"Let Yu Xiaotian go, or I will kill him immediately."
Di Cheng was very 'obedient' and released his hand on Yu Xiaotian's neck. Others thought he had chosen to compromise. Yuan Hong was stunned for a moment, then a bit of disdain appeared on his lips, while the Red Blood Iron Banner soldiers laughed coldly.
, the Longmen brothers who were quietly sizing up Di Cheng all showed a bit of disappointment. Although they didn't want Wu Heng to be harmed, they didn't expect Di Cheng's compromise to come so ordinary and quickly.
But just as everyone's emotions were rising, the Huangquan knife in Di Cheng's hand suddenly swung and stabbed Yu Xiaotian hard on the back of Yu Xiaotian, who was lying on the ground.
Poof!! The blade slashed and the saw teeth raged. Yu Xiaotian's body suddenly tensed up, and he gritted his teeth and raised his head and screamed.
"Recognize the situation, the one who takes the initiative now... is me." Di Cheng snorted coldly, and the Huangquan knife rotated and chopped again, like a stream of light that instantly swept across Xiaotian's left ear. Blood spattered, and bones leaked out, seemingly
The clean ears fell in response.
Ah!!! Yu Xiaotian tightly covered his left ear where blood was pouring out. The severe pain made him roll on the ground and scream in agony.
"Stop!!" Yuan Hong's eyes were bloodshot and he roared angrily.
"Let Wu Heng go." Di Cheng spat out coldly, took a few steps forward again, and stamped Yu Xiaotian on the ground. The Huangquan knife was then inserted into his shoulder, twisting slowly, exerting force slowly, and the saw-toothed edge flashed.
Go deeper inward little by little, touching the shoulder blades.
The feeling of the tip of the knife "drilling" on the bone was like a thousand ants sucking the heart. Apart from screaming and struggling, Yu Xiaotian almost lost his mind.
"Let Brother Tian go!" The Red-Blooded Iron Banner crowd was so excited that they almost rushed forward as they roared angrily.
"Stand still for me!" Tianzhilongmen stood up collectively, holding the steel knives tightly and looking at each other coldly. The eyes looking at Di Cheng became more and more fiery at this moment. Good!! Enjoyable!!
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