Di Cheng lives in the hospital, and it is rare for him to have a leisurely life. 8.) In addition to taking care of Yang Jing and other sick patients, he spends the rest of his time either walking in the garden with Wantong and the beautiful girls, or alone.
Sitting on the rooftop of the highest ward building in the hospital, I thought back on the growth process over the years, especially the great leaps in strength, hoping to find some common ground to help me become the Emperor of the People.
He felt that he was really at the critical point, and there was a possibility of entering the amethyst level at any time. But the feeling could not be clear or hazy, and it was like a naughty elf, always dazzling in front of his eyes, but
He couldn't catch it no matter what. So he chose to relax, relax his body and mind, trying to find a way out through meditation.
Five days later, Xuanyuan Ziyi left Tianmen at the request of the organization. Di Cheng did not hold back too much, nor did he ask for any disguise items. He did not want to show too closeness and make the organization suspicious, and he would lose a possibility by making a small gain.
Become an assistant.
But before leaving, Xuanyuan Ziyi asked Di Cheng for something, one was a photo of Emperor Xi Yu, and the other was his contact information.
Di Cheng felt funny and secretly handed it to Xi Yuhuang without asking for his opinion. In addition, he also included a "Crow Profile" written by himself. It included Xi Yuhuang's personality, hobbies, habits, etc.
The details of life cause a burst of embarrassment and anger.
The atmosphere in the hospital is relatively peaceful, but the underworld situation is beating the drums of war again as the ten-day truce period approaches.
Tianmen and the Black Dragon Gang continue to transport elite troops to the front line and deploy tight defensive lines. On the Tianmen side, the general layout has not changed, at least on the surface. The Black Dragon Gang has made slight changes, and King Li Yue has moved from the eastern front to the south.
Sitting on the front line; Yu Xiaotian moved the ward to the headquarters office and commanded the battle despite being injured and sick. The return of the two men invisibly inspired the Black Dragon Gang and improved their morale.
As for the news about Chen Zun’s disappearance, so far, only the masters of Qinwu Pavilion, Zhuge Qinsi, and Yu Xiaotian are known. The Black Dragon Gang still believes that Chen Zun is controlling the situation behind the scenes, so they have great hopes of defeating Tianmen.
confidence.
December 19, early in the morning.
The black storm took shape again, and the two king gangs that had been preparing for a long time sounded the attack horn at the same time, raging towards each other's defense lines.
Somewhere in the southern war zone, with the roar of a tiger that shook the sky, Chen Hu carried a giant machete and charged wildly, with evil intent rolling like a violent tiger. Behind him, nearly a thousand machetes and his followers roared at the same time, rolling towards the Black Dragon Gang in front of them like a roaring wave.
Pressing it hard, the nine-ringed broadsword shone coldly and sharply under the spotlight.
"Red-blooded iron flag, fight!!" The red-blooded elites on the opposite side roared in unison, with astonishing momentum. There was no trace of decadence or fear because of the death of the flag leader Yuan Hong, but instead became more wild, and everyone's eyes were filled with excitement.
With deep anger, it seems that tonight is their battle of revenge!
"Open it!!" Chen Hu, who was the first to rush, roared again, clenching the handle of the knife with both hands, and surging strength surged out of his arms like a flood, pouring into the steel knife.
The wind howled with great momentum, and the huge machete swept out with terrifying chopping power.
The two strong men at the front yelled at the same time, lowered their horse steps, and raised their swords with both arms, ready to greet them.
However……
Clang! Poof! 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, the two men's waists were split into two pieces. Thick blood and a lot of disgusting internal organs spattered out.
Cut with a big sword, chop with a thousand catties! A living life was cut in half by it! The picture with the scarlet color is so shocking to the eyes and people's hearts.
"Kill!!" Chen Hu was castrated, his body rotated forward, and the giant sword danced with a killing storm, violently rolling into the crowd, bringing out strong blood and internal organs. The scene was bloody and horrifying.
Sensed by Chen Hu's bravery, the swords gathered from all directions roared and their momentum surged, like a roaring mudslide, crashing into the red-blooded elites in front. The nine-ring steel swords raised at the same time were powerful and angry.
Chop and chop.
As elites carefully selected from the tens of thousands of remnants of the Big Sword Society, they shoulder the important task of restoring the gang's honor. At the pre-war mobilization meeting, Chen Xinguo said "Don't be embarrassed when you go out", which made these Northeastern men wet their eyes.
, heart trembling.
They were defeated in the Northeast, but here, in this new battlefield, they will never allow a second defeat!
"Who dares to fight with me!!" In the center of the battlefield, Chen Hu screamed repeatedly, wielding a huge sword and stepping wildly, like a demon crawling out of hell, the momentum was extremely terrifying.
The people of the Red-Blooded Iron Banner had never encountered this kind of fighting method. They were unprepared and could not make a decent counterattack. They could only let this savage beast disrupt the battlefield little by little. A team of thirty people followed closely behind.
Afterwards, while taking care of and protecting Chen Hu, he expanded the torn "wound" to both sides.
These most elite sword warriors are not only strong in personal strength, but also have good coordination skills. The most important point is that they have been training for more than a month, and they are full of energy and stamina. They can invisibly overwhelm the Red Blood Iron Banner by half.
However, as the wildest unit among the Black Dragon Fifteen Iron Banners, the Red Blood Iron Banner would never let Chen Hu act arrogantly. After a burst of eager shouts, many figures began to quietly gather towards the center.
And then...
"Get away from me!!" A roar suddenly exploded, and when the giant sword wielded by Chen Hu fell again, three* iron rods intercepted it one after another.
At the same time and at the same time, two machetes slashed from the left and right sides, directly taking the leader Chen Hu.
Roars rolled, knives and sticks collided, and sparks flew out! The three iron rods were slammed to the ground, and their owners were brought to the ground with them.
Although he looked embarrassed, he successfully stopped the giant machete. The cooperation of the other two steel knives also forced Chen Hu to dodge to the side, and the brutal attack momentum stopped.
Chen Hu took a few steps back and looked up. In front of him were seven or eight sturdy men about 1.9 meters tall. Each of them was holding an iron rod, an axe, a broadsword and other heavy weapons in their hands. It looked like
Very intimidating.
"Humen?" A sturdy bald man looked at Chen Hu coldly, with a solemn expression. Who is this man? He is so powerful.
As the newly promoted leader of the Red-Blooded Iron Banner and Black Dragon Warrior, Wan Guangqi considers himself to be quite powerful. Although he cannot compete with Yuan Hong, he is not far behind, not to mention that these strong men around him are just now.
Selected ones with amazing strength and best in melee combat.
"Who do you care about me?" Chen Hu held the knife in one hand and slowly raised it horizontally. His eyes finally became fiery. These big men seemed to be powerful warriors, and they should be pretty good. Hey, good! Very good! Only if there is a challenge.
Passion, this is enough flavor!
Wan Guangqi waved the iron rod and sneered: "Hey, this guy is pretty cool. Do you know who I am?"
"Not interested!" Chen Hu didn't bother to talk nonsense with him. He pressed his right foot fiercely on the ground, took a long stride and rushed straight up. The swinging Thousand Jin Knife swept across with the force of thunder.
"Seeking death!" Wan Guangqi shouted angrily, waved his hand, and seven or eight carefully selected men stepped forward at the same time, wielding broadswords and iron rods with murderous intent. The strong wind was rolling, and they bravely attacked without fear.
"Open it!!" Chen Hu roared, his body suddenly twisted and spun, and he struck like a hurricane with a thousand-jin knife.
There was a violent impact, an ear-splitting roar, sparks flying out, stinging people's eyes. The big men who had just rushed forward groaned miserably and were violently pushed back.
Chen Hu spat: "Trash."
"Pull your grandma!" Wan Guangqi roared angrily, jumped up, and pounced on him like a wolf. The rest of the people roared in unison, with ferocious faces and angry eyes, each full of evil intent.
There is no longer a savage attack, but a group of four, taking over the killing, going up in one round, and following closely in the second round.
Like rolling waves, one wave after another, fierce and endless!
"Brother Hu, do you want some help?" The brothers from the nearby sword guild shouted loudly. After all, Chen Hu was injured and could not withstand such a level of fighting.
"Stand still, whoever dares to come over, I will be the first to chop him up!" Chen Hu refused, and the offensive momentum suddenly increased. The terrifying power shook Wan Guangqi and others' arms to numbness, and their chest and abdomen internal organs were even more intense.
It rolled up like a river, and blood oozed from the corners of the mouth, nostrils, and even ears due to the violent vibration of the internal organs.
In just a short moment, their expressions without exception changed from ferocious to solemn, and gradually turned to fear.
At a certain moment, Wan Guangqi's heart suddenly trembled. Giant sword? Brother Tiger? Nine-ringed sword?
This is……
Big Sword Club??!!
Wan Guangqi exclaimed: "Are you Chen Hu?"
"It's too late to know!!" Chen Hu roared loudly, repulsed the eight strong men, rushed forward, hit Wan Guangqi's chest with his arm, and the two of them rushed out of the encirclement at the same time.
The severe pain in his chest brought Wan Guangqi back to his senses, and he hurriedly slashed at Chen Hu who was standing close in front of him with his knife.
However...at this moment, the initiative is not on his side!
"Die!!" Chen Hu suddenly punched Wan Guangqi's throat with an iron fist, approaching in the blink of an eye from less than half a meter away.
Click! The strange power surged and was transmitted, and the throat bones and spine were broken at the same time.
Wan Guangqi, who had just become the flag leader for less than five days, died a coward!
"Haha! You alone are worthy of challenging me??" Chen Hu laughed wildly, with a crazy and ferocious expression. Then he shook the sword, like a tiger descending from the mountain, charging at eight strong men like crazy!
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