What is even more terrifying are the more than two thousand men in black surrounding Mingcui Tower. They all have black cloth on their heads and masks, with only two eyes exposed. They are carrying the same weapon in their hands, the prestigious Longquan Sword.
It is said that the earliest Longquan Sword was refined by the master swordsman Ou Yezi and became a famous sword of the generation. As for the man in black, the man in black is holding a modern Longquan Sword. Although it cannot cut iron as well as his ancestors, it is extremely sharp and can easily cut iron.
It is very expensive to cut off a two centimeter thick steel bar.
These three thousand men are the extremely mysterious dead men of Donghua Sect. Ten years ago, Xue Wensheng founded Donghua Sect and carefully selected three thousand men who could contribute their lives to the organization at any time. He established the dead men group and kept it secret.
Training and preparation will start at the most important moment in the future.
Xue Wensheng had high hopes for his lovers in this group of dead warriors, and spent huge sums of money to purchase three thousand Longquan swords as their side weapons. The toughness and sharpness of this weapon with excellent pedigree was unmatched by the machete.
Many dead soldiers peered at the Mingcui Building in front of them, like bloodthirsty wolves, ready to attack at any time. They had carefully checked the many vehicles parked in front of the building and found no people inside the vehicles, which meant that the targets were all there.
Inside the building.
At this time, the private room was filled with tense atmosphere. Following Xue Wensheng's order, Baihu and Xuanwu rushed over and rushed towards Zhou Lishou and Juechen mother and daughter.
Zhou Lishou snorted coldly, hugged the iron pipa horizontally in his arms, and plucked the strings with his fingers, making an unbearable shrill sound.
"Bo Leng Leng... Bo Leng Leng..."
The sound of the piano sounded like the call of a ghost from hell, resounding throughout the room.
For a moment, everyone was dizzy, and Qinglong was also the same. He felt confused for a while, and the sharp claws locked on Yun Juechen's throat involuntarily loosened a little.
This was undoubtedly a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. Yun Juechen suddenly moved like a ferocious leopard, bent his left elbow and pushed it backwards, hitting Qinglong's chest.
"Peng!"
Yun Juechen was one of the four elders of Huamen, so his martial arts skills were naturally extraordinary. With a full blow, Qinglong's chest felt like being hit by a heavy hammer, and he involuntarily stepped back, spitting out a mouthful of blood.
However, this guy was extremely fierce. He roared and rushed over again. He roared: "I'll kill you..." Like a crazy dragon, he grabbed it with his claws one after another.
Yun Juechen snorted coldly, "That depends on how capable you are..." He shook his arms, transformed into dozens of palms, and rushed towards them like a violent storm. It was his famous stunt "Cloud-turning Rain Palm!"
Just when Qinglong's sharp claws had just grabbed the opponent's shoulder, Yun Juechen's left palm also reached his chest, which shocked him. He had to give up and continue the attack. He dodged to avoid it and kicked him in the air.
…
The two masters fought fiercely together, their bodies moving at an alarming rate.
Xue Mo, who was watching the battle from the sidelines, saw that Yun Juechen's martial arts was extremely high, as if he was above the green dragon. He rushed over like a gust of wind to join the battle group, and struck fiercely with his iron fist.
As a result, even though Yun Junchen was very good at martial arts, he still felt overwhelmed by the attack of two first-class masters, Qinglong and Xuemo, and fell into a disadvantage.
Seeing that his old lover was in danger, Jue Chen had no choice but to give up holding Ximen Lang hostage. He straightened up, raised his hand, and flew the sharp dagger towards the white tiger who was rushing toward her. Then he pointed his toes to the ground and jumped up fiercely.
Put your right hand into your robe
With a tug, the silver light flashed, and the soft sword hidden in her waist was drawn out. She jumped over the table with a graceful figure like a wild goose, and stabbed Qinglong with the soft sword in her hand like a silver snake, and scolded sternly: "How dare you attack my brother Yun?"
Unreasonable, you deserve to die..."
When Yun Qing saw Bai Hu rushing over, she shook her arm, and a sharp dagger came out of her sleeve. She held the dagger and rushed towards her. She screamed, "Go to hell!" The dagger flashed through the silver light in mid-air and stabbed straight into Bai Hu's heart.
, fast and ruthless.
Bai Hu moved his right arm to block it and cursed: "Get away!" He suddenly punched out with his left fist.
This kind of punch speed was definitely not something that Yun Qing could compete with. Before she could react, she was already punched in the chest, causing her to let out a sharp scream. In an instant, three bloods appeared on her delicate breasts.
Hole, her body was hit and flew out, hit the wall behind, and collapsed.
Master Juechen screamed, "Qing'er..." Worried, her sword moves were scattered. Qinglong caught the opportunity and flicked the blade with his finger.
"Buzz!"
The blade of the soft sword kept trembling, and an extremely strong internal force rushed along the sword. Master Juechen almost lost her grip on the hilt and dropped the soft sword to the ground. She felt secretly afraid in her heart. As expected, this Qinglong
Well-deserved of her reputation, she almost made my soft sword slip away with just one finger. She must not take it lightly. Based on this, she had to muster up the courage to use exquisite sword skills, stabbing with one sword after another, forming a continuous chain.
Sword shadow.
Qinglong thought that his bullet would knock off the opponent's soft sword, but he didn't know that it didn't happen. He was secretly surprised. No wonder the old nun can be ranked among the Eight Elites of the Huamen. It turns out that it is really not easy! Then, he quickly dodged and moved around.
, using a pair of sharp claws as weapons to compete with Master Juechen for his life.
As soon as the white tiger hit Yunqing, Zhou Lishou's iron pipa hit him hard, the force was extremely fierce, and he hurriedly avoided it. Xuanwu flew forward to help, whoosh, the bronze stick hit Zhou Lishou in the middle...
There was chaos in the spacious private room, and people from Donghua Gate and Beihua Gate were fighting non-stop. Only Ximen Lang and Qi Jue sat motionless, watching them fight, anxious, and hoping in their hearts that they would be able to fight soon.
Move around and deal with those two gangsters mercilessly.
There was also a fight in the corridor. Hundreds of members of the Beihua Sect were surrounded by hundreds of dead soldiers and hacked to death. They were all killed and wounded, leaving corpses everywhere, which looked shocking.
Many Donghuamen dead soldiers surrounded the door of the private room to prevent anyone from escaping. This operation was informed by Qinglong in advance, and the arrangement was very careful. It was necessary to capture the leaders of the North and South Chinamen in one fell swoop, so as to rebuild Donghuamen in the future.
Lay a solid foundation.
Just as a group of people were fighting fiercely, they heard several loud bangs outside, which turned out to be explosions, flashes of fire, and screams of howling ghosts and wolves.
Then, the glass window burst, and a long black rope rushed in like a spiritual snake, wrapped around Ximen Lang's body, suddenly contracted, and pulled him and the high-backed chair he was sitting off the ground, and flew out quickly.
The sudden change shocked everyone in the room. Xue Wensheng was even more horrified and hurriedly shouted: "Hurry up and chase me. Don't let that kid escape..."