Lieyangzi was wearing a green Taoist robe, with a nanmu hairpin stuck in his hair. His ugly face was livid, even his lips were blue, and his eyes were like dead fish with murderous intent flashing in them. He looked at
It's extremely scary.
The Cangsong Ancient Sword was handed out continuously, the cold light shone, and each Donghua Sect member fell to the ground after being struck by the sword.
Lieyangzi blocked the door of the tent, which seemed to mean that one man was in charge and no one could open it, which made many Donghuamen members tremble with fear!
There was chaos in the tent, and all the Donghuamen members in the camp took action and surrounded the headquarters three levels inside and three outside, making it impossible to get through.
To the south, hundreds of bright beams of light shone over, and the roar of motor vehicle engines came from far to near. It was a fleet of nearly 300 vehicles, with dozens of off-road vehicles of different models in front, followed by
There are more than 200 military trucks loaded with members of the Huamen.
After a while, many vehicles braked and stopped near the camp. An extraordinary man emerged from each of the three Dongfeng Warrior off-road vehicles in front. They were Mu Yaoshan, the leader of the Lotus Hall, Xin Ye, the leader of the Chihuo Hall, and Bama.
The leader of the hall, Shi Biao, led the three halls with a total of more than 10,000 people to attack according to the instructions of the commander-in-chief Ximen Lang.
Many members of the Huamen jumped out of the car, covered in darkness, holding gleaming machetes in their hands, like brave soldiers.
Mu Yaoshan waved his hand and shouted loudly: "Brothers, come on, kill those bastards from Donghua Gate..."
More than 10,000 people shouted loudly: "Come on..." The sound was loud, and they rushed over like a stormy wave, with astonishing momentum.
A group of Donghua Sect members were secretly frightened when they saw so many enemies coming over them. They gathered their courage and rushed forward. The two sides fought in a melee and began the most primitive fight!
The flash of swords, murderous intent, and screams filled the air, turning this wasteland into a battlefield.
Inside the headquarters, Xue Mo, who was one against two, was gradually losing ground. Just as Fang Bala expected, Xue Mo's strength was similar to that of one of the three of them. Even if it was slightly stronger, it was only a little bit stronger.
, However, under the attack of Fang Bala and Tie Meng, his situation became increasingly difficult.
Lieyangzi stood at the door holding the ancient cang pine sword and did not leave. The sword moves became faster and faster, intercepting and killing many Donghuamen members who rushed in in front of him. Dozens of corpses were piled around him. His green robe was stained with stains.
It was covered with blood, as if it had turned into a fiery red cassock. Its ferociousness was staggering. Gradually, fewer and fewer Donghua Mencheng dared to rush in.
Several members of the Donghua Sect saw that this veteran was too vicious and did not dare to break in through the door. They went around to the back of the tent and got in through the open hole. Two of them raised their machetes and pounced on them.
The three men launched an attack on Fangbala.
Unexpectedly, before the machete reached the two of them, it was hit by a strong air current, causing the machetes in the five people's hands to lose their accuracy and hit each other. Then, they were hit by the two vicious-looking guys with three punches and two kicks.
Some flew outside the tent, each with broken arms, legs or broken ribs. Their faces were pale and bleeding in pain, and some were still screaming miserably.
The confrontation between Xue Mo, Fang Bala, and Tie Meng became more and more intense, and eventually they could not be seen clearly at all.
More than ten minutes later, Xue Mo's right wrist was hit by a ferocious fist, and the saber flew away. Fang Bala seized this opportunity and hit Xue Mo's back with Peng's palm, causing him to stagger two steps and spit out a large mouthful of blood.
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Tie Meng let out a thunderous roar and kicked out his left foot fiercely, hitting Xue Mo's chest.
Xue Mo spat out another large mouthful of blood, causing the corners of his mouth and the front of his clothes to be red with blood, as if a crazy lion roared: "I'll kill you..." He rushed over fiercely, moved his palms staggered, and launched as hard as he could
attack.
Tie Meng quickly dodged to avoid it, Fang Bara blocked the cymbal in front of his chest, and Xue Mo struck it with his right palm, making a loud "crack" sound, as if a gong was struck.
Even though Xue Mo risked his life and used a lose-lose style of fighting, he was helplessly slowed down by the injury, and the one-on-one situation was very unfavorable. He was already at the end of his strength, and Fang Bala's fists and kicks fell on him from time to time.
, even though he has a strong ability to resist blows
, but how could he endure heavy blows for a long time, especially those two guys who became Tai's fists and kicks were very heavy, each blow had a force of thousands of kilograms. The consequence of hitting him was to vomit blood, making Xue Mo like a blood vomiting machine.
He seemed to be extremely weak.
If the commander-in-chief Ximen Lang hadn't told them to capture as many people as possible alive, then Xue Mo would have been killed by the two of them.
Not long after, Fang Baala saw that time was almost up. He jumped up and struck out with a condescending elbow, hitting Xue Mo on the shoulder. The huge pressure made him unable to hold on anymore, and he fell to the ground with a general sound.
Unable to get up again.
Fang Bara threw the cymbals on the table, took off the sack he was carrying, and took out a soft cowhide rope mixed with steel wires. He bent down and tied the snow-ink five-flowered rope skillfully. Then he stood up and said with a smile: "It's done.
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The dozen or so members of the Donghua Sect who were fighting with Lie Yangzi saw the commander being subdued by the opponent. They were so desperate that they did not dare to fight anymore, so they turned around and ran away quickly.
Only then did Lieyangzi stop. The ancient Cangsong sword pointed at the ground, and blood slowly dripped down.
Tie Meng heard the shouts of killing continuing outside the tent. He grabbed the tied body of Xue Mo and strode out of the tent. Fang Bala and Lie Yangzi followed him out.
Most of the members of the Donghua Sect have been killed or injured, and there are still 1,500 or 600 people surrounded by tens of thousands of Huamen members, still supporting them bitterly.
Tie Meng's tall body stood at the door of the tent, holding Xue Mo's body high with his right arm, "Donghuamen members, listen to me, your commander-in-chief Xue Mo has been captured, and he still won't surrender..."
It was like thunder, echoing in the air, making everyone's eardrums buzz!
When the two armies are fighting, the commander plays a vital role, that is, a flag. Now this flag has collapsed, making these Donghua Sect members feel complete despair. The sect leader was captured by the enemy, and the commander-in-chief also became a prisoner. The entire
The Donghua Gate is over, so what's the point of continuing to fight, isn't it like dying in vain!
"Clang!"
A member of the Donghua Sect loosened his grip and dropped his machete to the ground. He shouted in horror: "Stop fighting, I surrender..."
Immediately, other people were also infected, and the sound of machetes falling to the ground continued, shouting: "Stop, we surrender..."
More than a thousand people threw away their weapons and squatted on the ground with their heads in fear, not daring to move anymore and waiting to be punished.
The battle is over, leaving only corpses and bright red bloodstains everywhere!