Zijin Pavilion is still in a hot state, and most of the Thirteen Gang members have been shot. Of course, the bullets from those firearms are basically not fatal as long as they don't hit the vital points. For example, the May 4th pistol in the kid's hand, damn it
It only takes five or six shots to kill a dog, let alone this group of big men? How about a few more shots?
"Brothers, charge forward and capture Tietou alive!" Wang Dongxu gritted his teeth. At this time, a large number of young men holding steel knives rushed down from upstairs. After all, guns are not omnipotent. The real fighting power is the steel knives in their hands. These people are
The final defense force of Zijin Pavilion was about fifty people, but it was much stronger than the more than thirty people of the Thirteen Gangs who were dripping with blood.
"Master, they are outnumbered, I think we should leave first!" Uncle Biao was also covered in blood. In order to protect Wang Dongxu, he almost always blocked Wang Dongxu's sword. Uncle Biao watched Wang Dongxu grow up, so how could he
Can you bear to watch this little nephew die?
"Uncle Biao, it's done right now!" Wang Dongxu was full of enthusiasm. A boy in a vest in front of him just rushed over and was immediately killed by Wang Dongxu with a knife. Blood splashed all over them. Uncle Biao hurriedly grabbed Wang Dongxu and said
: "Master, there are many people on the other side, and we are no longer able to do it now. We have exhausted all our strength in one go!"
"Damn it, we can't give up then!" Wang Dongxu gritted his teeth. Although he was very unwilling to do so, he saw that the brothers fighting around him were all covered with knife marks. If he continued, sooner or later the whole army would be annihilated.
With tears in his eyes, Wang Dongxu said angrily: "Brothers, retreat!"
Wow…
In the direction of the gate, another force suddenly rushed out and blocked the gate. The whole hall was in chaos. The people of the Thirteen Gang were just about to retreat, but they encountered the blockade of more than ten people at the gate. In desperation, they could only try again
We fought fiercely with them, but after more than twenty minutes of fighting, none of them still had such good physical strength. Except for the burly man, Uncle Biao, whose muscles were bulging and dripping with sweat, he held a
He was holding a machete, protecting Wang Dongxu while slashing at the enemy with a machete more than a foot long.
"Master, I'll cover you, you hurry up and leave!" Uncle Biao gritted his teeth and held the steel knife that the opponent was cutting off Wang Dongxu's head with one hand. The steel knife struck Uncle Biao's palm hard, and blood spattered all over.
The ground splashed into Wang Dongxu's eyes. Uncle Biao shouted angrily, holding the opponent's steel knife firmly, and said angrily: "Master, leave quickly!" Zijin Pavilion was still in a fiery state, and most of the Thirteenth Gang were hit.
Of course, the bullets of those firearms are basically not fatal as long as they don't hit the vital points. For example, the May 4th pistol in the kid's hand, it takes five or six fucking shots to shoot a dog, let alone this gang
Where is the big man? How about a few more shots?
"Brothers, charge forward and capture Tietou alive!" Wang Dongxu gritted his teeth. At this time, a large number of young men holding steel knives rushed down from upstairs. After all, guns are not omnipotent. The real fighting power is the steel knives in their hands. These people are
The final defense force of Zijin Pavilion was about fifty people, but it was much stronger than the more than thirty people of the Thirteen Gangs who were dripping with blood.
"Master, they are outnumbered, I think we should leave first!" Uncle Biao was also covered in blood. In order to protect Wang Dongxu, he almost always blocked Wang Dongxu's sword. Uncle Biao watched Wang Dongxu grow up, so how could he
Can you bear to watch this little nephew die?
"Uncle Biao, it's done right now!" Wang Dongxu was full of enthusiasm. A boy in a vest in front of him just rushed over and was immediately killed by Wang Dongxu with a knife. Blood splashed all over them. Uncle Biao hurriedly grabbed Wang Dongxu and said
: "Master, there are many people on the other side, and we are no longer able to do it now. We have exhausted all our strength in one go!"
"Damn it, we can't give up then!" Wang Dongxu gritted his teeth. Although he was very unwilling to do so, he saw that the brothers fighting around him were all covered with knife marks. If he continued, sooner or later the whole army would be annihilated.
With tears in his eyes, Wang Dongxu said angrily: "Brothers, retreat!"
Wow…
In the direction of the gate, another force suddenly rushed out and blocked the gate. The whole hall was in chaos. The people of the Thirteen Gang were just about to retreat, but they encountered the blockade of more than ten people at the gate. In desperation, they could only try again
We fought fiercely with them, but after more than twenty minutes of fighting, none of them still had such good physical strength. Except for the burly man, Uncle Biao, whose muscles were bulging and dripping with sweat, he held a
He was holding a machete, protecting Wang Dongxu while slashing at the enemy with a machete more than a foot long.
"Master, I'll cover you, you hurry up and leave!" Uncle Biao gritted his teeth and held the steel knife that the opponent was cutting off Wang Dongxu's head with one hand. The steel knife struck Uncle Biao's palm hard, and blood spattered all over.
The ground splashed into Wang Dongxu's eyes. Uncle Biao shouted angrily, held the opponent's steel knife tightly, and said angrily: "Young Master, leave quickly!"
