A person faces many choices in his life, and sometimes they are very critical. One step determines the fate, and life and death are just on the thin line!
Ximen Lang's reputation is known to everyone in the Donghua Clan. Ever since this devil-like young man appeared, the originally arrogant Donghua Clan has been in a state of collapse and has been restrained everywhere. Countless people have died at his hands. It's really frustrating.
People are trembling with fear, especially now that Xue Wensheng, the sect leader, has been restrained. What hope does the Donghua Sect have?
Some people were the first to surrender, and others followed suit. Dozens of Donghua Sect members followed the man just now and ran over, standing on Ximenlang's side and completely drawing a clear line with Donghua Sect.
The party with the larger number of people, including five strong men who were the incense owners of Donghua Gate, anxiously waved their machetes and shouted: "Everyone stop, no one is allowed to surrender, otherwise they will be killed without mercy..."
"Don't listen to that guy Ximenlang's threats. We have a large number of people and he can't do anything to us..."
"Those who surrender are the mortal enemies of Donghuamen and must not be let go..."
Some people who wanted to surrender were frightened by the five of them and quietly retracted their outstretched feet, not daring to go any further.
Suddenly, screams were heard one after another. The faces of the five incense owners were full of horror and astonishment. A blood hole as thick as a finger appeared in their throats, splattering with blood. They fell to the ground and died.
All five of them were hit by the iron balls shot by Ximen Lang and rushed to the underworld. This death without any warning made many members of the Donghua Sect panic, with fear in their eyes, and they looked at Ximen Lang subconsciously.
They all knew in their hearts that the five incense owners must have been poisoned by each other, and there was no telling whose turn it would be next.
Ximenlang sternly scolded: "What are you waiting for? If you don't surrender, the five of them will be your fate. Those who want to die, stay where they are, and those who don't want to die, come here..."
Most of the Donghuamen members trembled and did not dare to hold on any longer. They rushed to leave the original team and ran to the opposite side. Only more than 600 people remained in place.
As a result, the situation was immediately reversed. The originally weak Ximenlang side now gathered more than 4,000 people, far more than those on the opposite side.
Xue Wensheng stared at everything in front of him with his mouth open, sighing in his heart, it was really a tree that fell like a tree. Unexpectedly, thousands of people at the helm of Donghua Gate were suppressed by this young boy like Ximen Lang. Otherwise, how could he
There is no chance of winning, how sad!
The more than 600 people are all senior members of the Donghua Clan. They followed Xu Wensheng and rebelled from the Chinese Clan ten years ago. Now, their average age is around forty, and the eldest person standing in front of them is already over half-year-old.
Bai, with gray hair on his temples, held a flat-headed watermelon knife in his hand, and he had an air of disdain for old age.
Ximen Lang glanced at these people with his cold eyes and said, "What, you are not afraid of death?"
The leader of the old man said loudly: "Master Xue Clan is kind to us. We old guys have made an oath to follow him to the death. Boy named Ximen, please don't waste your words in vain. We would rather die than surrender!"
Hundreds of people behind shouted in unison: "I would rather die than surrender..."
The sound is like a loud bell, echoing in the air for a long time!
Staring at the faces of these old brothers, Xue Wensheng's eyes were a little moist, and his heart was up and down. These were the first brothers who came out of the Huamen with him. There were originally nearly ten thousand people, but after ten years, east and south,
, the four Chinese gates in the west and north are constantly fighting for territory.
In the melee, they took the lead and charged into the battle, allowing Donghuamen to occupy a place in the era when all heroes came together. They contributed a lot, but they suffered countless casualties. In the end, these people were the only ones left. As for the current Donghuamen, most of the members
It was harvested later.
Xue Wensheng was grateful to these old brothers for everything they had done for Donghuamen. He no longer ordered them to go out to perform tasks, but kept a group of them in the main helm and provided them with good food and drink. As time went by, they were also
Gradually I forgot about it, but I didn't expect that at this critical moment of life and death, these old brothers would be the last ones left.
With mixed feelings, Xue Wensheng looked at the leader among the many old brothers and knew that the other person was called Wang Yaomu, a man who had made great contributions back then. However, Xue Wensheng had not seen him for three or four years. He
He has never been promoted and is still just a squad leader.
Seeing the loyalty of these uncle-level members of the Donghua Sect, Ximen Lang couldn't help but admire him. In today's society, there are so few people as brave and loyal as them. They are like a rare thing!
However, I admire you. These people who refuse to surrender are undoubtedly enemies. They will never show mercy to their enemy Ximen Lang. He said coldly: "Well, since you people are loyal to Donghuamen
, I will grant you permission and let you die for the Donghua Gate."
The sound was like ice, making everyone feel the chill in their hearts.
Hundreds of members who were loyal to the Donghua Sect had expressions of despair on their faces. They knew in their hearts that they could not compete with the devil boy on the other side. However, the beliefs and principles in their hearts did not allow them to betray their faith and could only stand firm.
Wang Yaomu shouted loudly: "Brothers, let's fight with him..."
Hundreds of people roared and rushed towards him, waving their weapons, as if they were not afraid of death.
Ximenlang waved his hand and said in a deep voice: "Come here, all the people loyal to Donghuamen will be cut down, no one can be left..."
Yang Ji moved the giant sword in his hand from Xue Wensheng's neck, raised it high and shouted loudly: "Everyone, come on, this is our first battle after joining the Huamen. It's a great opportunity to make meritorious deeds. Let's take down these guys who don't know how to commend themselves."
Kill them all..." He rushed over first, followed by Zhao Huan and more than 4,000 newly surrendered members.
Everyone has the same idea. When you first join Huamen, you must perform well and give a good impression to Master Ximen.
Like two rapids suddenly meeting in a whirlpool, more than 600 people and more than 4,000 people fought fiercely together, and the shouts of killing shook the sky!
Yang Ji ran straight to the leader Wang Yaomu and cursed angrily: "Old guy, you are really looking for death..."
Wang Yaomu slashed at him with a watermelon knife and said stubbornly: "I will die without regrets..."
The giant sword was huge, several times the size of a watermelon knife that was only two feet long, and it looked extremely scary.
Yang Ji had a ferocious look on his face and said, "I'll help you!" He ignored the watermelon knife that was coming at him, and the giant sword slashed across it, but it struck first and then later.
"puff!"
The giant sword cut Wang Yaomu's body into two pieces and fell to the ground. The air was filled with a strong smell of blood, and the ruthless killing began!