More than two thousand men in camouflage uniforms were specially trained elite members of the Julang Gang, and they were mobilized by Liu Kaifeng immediately.
Behind them all were carrying sharp machetes, thick and sharp, with flame-like red silk tied to the handles, fluttering in the wind. In their hands were forest black python crossbows with infrared sights, as Liu Kaifeng shouted:
"Fire the arrow..." They all pulled the triggers, and the hunting arrows shot like raindrops.
"Swish, swish, swish..."
The arrow rain made a terrifying sound, and many Donghuamen dead soldiers who could not find cover were shot by hunting arrows, blood spattered, and they twisted their bodies and screamed heartbreakingly.
This kind of black python crossbow has five consecutive shots. After more than 2,000 people shot more than 10,000 hunting arrows one after another, more than half of the dead men in black on the opposite side were dead or injured. There were corpses everywhere, and only less than one person was left.
Thousands of people are capable of fighting.
After the launch, many members of the Julang Gang threw their crossbows on the bed of the truck. Without exception, they took off the three-foot-long weapon imitating the machete from the anti-Japanese era behind them and held it tightly in their hands.
As Liu Kaifeng swung the strange knife in his hand, he shouted: "Come on..." Fatty Han and other leaders followed him and rushed over first. More than two thousand members of the Julang Gang waved machetes and roared like angry water.
"Come on, kill all these bastards..."
"No one can be left behind..."
Several members of the Julang Gang rushed over first, and Liu Kaifeng suddenly slashed out with his strange sword. The two dead men in black screamed and fell down, lying in a pool of blood.
Fatty Han's eyes were as wide as copper bells, burning with anger, and he roared: "Damn it, you dare to touch our Brother Lang, are you all impatient? You must die..."
"call!"
The giant ax in his hand suddenly swung over, smashing the Longquan Sword in a dead soldier's hand, cutting off his head, and his bloody bones fell to the ground.
Bu Qingyun, Long Feiyu, Xuanyuan Mo and others also showed great power, swung their weapons and chopped down the dead soldiers to the ground one by one as if they were slaughtering pigs and dogs.
Since Ximen Lang taught them Hunyuan Gong, they have practiced diligently day and night, and have made great progress. Among them, Liu Kaifeng, Fatty Han, and Bu Qingyun have reached the middle stage of the second level. Long Feiyu and Xuanyuan Mo
Having just broken through the second level of Hunyuan Gong, and with the authentic pure Yang internal energy in their bodies, the five people's kung fu has improved by leaps and bounds, and their power has increased more than ten times with each move.
Especially Fatty Han, who gradually felt that the original ax was too light and too small, so he hired a skilled craftsman who forged weapons in his old age to make a new ax, which was as big as a washbasin and weighed more than eighty kilograms. It looked like
It makes people tremble with fear. When he swings it, it's like playing, with infinite power.
The numerous elites of the Julang Gang were no less impressive than the dead soldiers of the Donghua Sect. In addition, there were five brave and skilled leaders leading them in the battle. In addition, the number of people was overwhelming. In a short time, they completely gained the upper hand, making the battle one-sided.
On the highway, a long motorcade drove over from the east, like a giant dragon with no tail visible. It stopped near Mingcui Tower. The members of the Chinese sect in the car were rushing to jump in with machetes, spears and other murderous weapons in their hands.
Coming down, Lotus Hall Master Mu Yaoshan got out of the Hummer SUV
He came out, swung the ghost-head knife in his hand, and shouted loudly: "Brothers, kill all those bastards who are plotting to murder the deputy elder, and charge at me..." He rushed over, followed by more than 5,000 Chinese people.
The members of the sect roared loudly: "Come on..."
After the killings of Liu Kaifeng and others, those dead soldiers of Donghua Sect suffered countless casualties. Now only four to five hundred people are left. Under the encirclement and suppression of seven to eight thousand people, although they tried their best, they still could not escape the fate of death.
One after another fell down. However, these people were worthy of the title of dead soldiers. They would rather die than retreat as if they were possessed by evil spirits. One can't help but wonder how Xue Wensheng brainwashed them to make them so loyal.
On the roof, Ximen Lang saw that he had a winning ticket. He told Lei Xiaohuan to take care of Dahuan and Xuewei. Then he jumped down from the roof and rushed into the private room through the open window.
The fighting in the room continued. Among them, Xuanwu, who was fighting with Zhou Lishou, was defeated by his opponent and was hit by the iron pipa and fell to the ground dying.
On the other hand, Yun Juechen and Master Juechen fought fiercely with Qinglong and Xuemo. The four of them were of equal strength. After fighting for a long time, they were all injured to varying degrees, and their clothes were stained with blood.
After Zhou Lishou dealt with Xuanwu, he was just about to go over and help the boss deal with Xue Mo and Qinglong. Suddenly, Ximen Lang jumped in from the window, holding a blood-coagulated sword and slashed at him viciously.
Under the light, the brilliant red light looks like spilled blood.
Zhou Lishou was shocked and hurriedly waved the iron pipa to block. He only heard a "crack" sound, sparks flew everywhere, and a gap appeared on the iron pipa, but it was not cut off.
Huamen Qijue, who was originally sitting, had been knocked to the ground by Yun Juechen and others. When they saw Ximen Lang suddenly appear, they all cheered in surprise. "Vice-Elder Ximen is okay, that's great!"
"Kill, get rid of all these scum..."
The sword strike just now made Ximen Lang a little surprised. Damn it, the Blood Sword is indestructible. How come it didn't destroy his black iron pipa? He didn't know that the pipa in the opponent's hand was very powerful.
The rare dark iron is refined with earth essence and is also a treasure.
Zhou Lishou was extremely horrified. The sharpness of the strange red sword in the opponent's hand was really rare in the world. It actually cut a gap in his iron pipa, which made him heartbroken. He shouted: "Boy, don't be so arrogant, look at me.
How to deal with you..." In an instant, he held Pipa in his arms, plucked the strings with his fingers, and made a sound of "Bo Leng Leng... Bo Leng Leng".
For a moment, everyone in the room was made dizzy by the soul-catching music. Not only did the fighting speed slow down a lot, but everyone staggered around as if they were drunk.
Ximen Lang was not able to escape this bad fate. The sword started to tremble halfway through the stabbing, and it hung down weakly, feeling dizzy.
Now the room has become a mess, the round table has been overturned, and the Qijue of the Huamen are lying on the ground in a mess, being stepped on by the guys who are fighting. When they hear the disgusting sound of the pipa again, Fang Bara and others are angry.
Swearing loudly.
"Damn it, you're playing the piano again?"
"You think you graduated from a conservatory and your playing is terrible."
"Damn it, I can't stand it..."
Zhou Lishou glanced over and found that Ximen Lang was also deeply harmed by the sound of his piano. He was ecstatic in his heart and roared: "Die." The iron pipa swung it fiercely and hit Ximen Lang, sending him flying up and throwing away his bag.
He broke a big hole in the wall of his room, rushed into another room, and fell to the ground...