The night was silent, and the sky was gloomy and pitch-black, like a big black pot covering Fujian Province, giving people a vague feeling of an ominous omen.
Bu Qingyun ordered many of his men to tie up more than 200 prisoners with ropes, leaving a detachment stationed here to guard the prisoners, and led another six detachments of more than 1,700 people to march towards Xiamen.
On the other hand, all the members of the Fourth Altar led by Long Feiyu started to fight with the Donghuamen stationed members in the Longyan area. The members of the Fourth Altar in the back hall of the family were about four times as many as the enemy. They had the upper hand and killed the Donghuamen members.
Ghosts were crying and wolves were howling as they fled in all directions.
At 11 o'clock at night, Bu Qingyun's Third Altar successfully occupied the Xiamen area after a fierce battle, killing more than 100 members of the Donghua Sect and capturing more than 300 people. Standing in the middle of the Champs Elysees with a silver hook
He looked at the enemy corpses crisscrossing the ground and ordered his close associates with high spirits, "Report to the commander-in-chief that the Third Altar has successfully completed its mission and conquered the Zhangzhou and Xiamen areas..."
At this time, Ximen Lang was leading Liu Kaifeng's First Team to Fuzhou City, sitting in the Dongfeng Warrior off-road vehicle with Xiao Muqing and other girls.
Wen Ziling had been waiting on her laptop. When she saw the news coming from Bu Qingyun, she said excitedly: "Xiao Lang, good news is here. Bu Qingyun's third group took the lead in completing the task and occupied Zhangzhou and Xiamen."
Xiao Muqing cheered for a while, "That's great!"
"What a good sign."
"Long live the backyard!"
Ximenlang smiled and nodded, "Very good!"
Wen Ziling then said: "Bu Qingyun has asked us to help us attack Fuzhou. Please give me your approval."
Ximen Lang smiled and said: "It's not too difficult to attack a Fuzhou city. I'm confident that I don't need their help. Just let them rest and stand by."
Wen Ziling said: "I know."
At midnight, Long Feiyu's fourth altar reported good news again, occupying the two areas of Longyan and Quanzhou.
At two o'clock in the morning, Xuanyuan Mo led all the members of the fifth altar to capture the two areas of Sanming and Nanping.
At five o'clock in the morning, Han Hua's second altar occupied Putian and Ningde areas.
Ximen Lang, who was in the Dongfeng Warrior, had a satisfied smile on his face and said, "Everyone performed well. It's time for us to show off our strength later."
Xiao Muqing said: "It's a pity that Fuzhou is a long way from Meizhou. We can only show our strength at the end. It is estimated that we will reach our destination at eight o'clock in the morning. Xiaolang, your injury has not healed yet, please take a rest first."
"Well, then I'll be confused for a while and recharge my batteries." Ximen Lang rested his head on Gan Ninglian's fragrant shoulder and closed his pair of black jewel-like star eyes next to her soft body.
The motorcade moved forward at lightning speed, with a slight drizzle falling in the sky. At 7:50, the motorcade arrived in Fuzhou. As soon as it entered the city, thousands of Donghuamen members were ambushing on both sides of the street, waving knives.
Steel pipes and other murder weapons rushed out. Among them was a bearded man wearing an old-fashioned military uniform, waving a guillotine in his hand and shouting: "Brothers, come on, chop these Nanhuamen bastards to death..."
This person's name is Zhao Kaiji, he is the leader of the third hall of Donghuamen. He is brave and aggressive, and has good martial arts. The guillotine in his hand is more than three feet long and weighs fifty-six pounds. It is scary to look at.
Overnight, news of the fall of various areas in Fujian continued to reach the ears of the third hall leader Zhao Kaiji, which made him anxious. He hurriedly called the chief helmsman for support. At the same time, based on the current situation, members of Nanhuamen would definitely attack Fujian.
The reason why there has been no movement in Fuzhou so far is simply because Fuzhou is far away from other areas.
Thinking of this, Zhao Kaiji gathered all the Donghua Sect members stationed in Fuzhou, lurked at the entrance of the city, and entered a state of combat readiness. As expected, members of the Nanhua Sect appeared at this time.
More than 40 cars came to an emergency stop. Liu Kaifeng got out of the Grand Cherokee off-road vehicle and loudly ordered: "Brothers, everyone get out of the car and kill these sons of bitches."
Nearly two thousand members of the First Circle jumped down one after another, followed Liu Kaifeng with machetes in their hands, and rushed behind Liu Kaifeng like a tidal wave. They were rolled together like two turbulent waves with members of the Donghua Sect. The swords flashed and they fought in a melee.
On the Huamen side, Master Juechen, Jiang Lei and Xiao Bajue worked together with many members of the sect to fight against each other. The martial arts of these ten people were many times higher than that of the Donghuamen members, especially Master Juechen and Jiang.
The two of them are truly top-notch masters, and chopping up those little minions is almost as easy as chopping vegetables.
Master Juechen kept waving his long sword, and with a rapid movement, the shadows of the sword flickered, and the Donghua Sect members fell to the ground one by one.
What Jiang Li was holding was a machete snatched from the enemy's hand. As it was flying up and down, the heads left the bodies of Donghua Sect members and flew into the air. It looked extremely terrifying.
Yun Qing, Ma Jiabao, and Yuan Dong experienced the bad luck of almost being beheaded last night, and they were feeling unhappy. Now they had a chance to vent their anger, and they kept waving their weapons, knocking down many members of the Donghua Sect.
On the ground.
Rao Yingping and the other five members of Xiao Ba Jue were also unwilling to lag behind and launched a wild attack on the enemy.
These ten people were all extremely brave. For a moment, they felt as if they were in a deserted land, and the members of the Donghua Sect who were killed were left crying and howling.
Only Zhao Kaiji in the Donghua Clan was a real master, and he chopped down many members of the Hua Clan with a big guillotine, which made people tremble with fear.
Liu Kaifeng saw how ferocious this guy was, and hurriedly flew over. When he was about to reach the man, he slashed with a sharp knife in mid-air, and shouted: "Stop being so arrogant, I will kill you!"
Zhao Kaiji raised his big guillotine to meet him and said disdainfully: "Asshole, you are also a knife player. I want you to see what real knife skills are!"
"when!"
The two swords collided, sparks flew out, and they each took a step back. They were surprised, damn, that guy is quite fierce!
With a wave of the knife in their hands, the two of them rushed forward and fought fiercely with the knife in their hands. The moves were surprisingly fast and extremely skillful, and the fight was inextricable. In the end, only the light of the knife was shining, and they could not see him clearly.
Two figures.
Master Juechen saw that the altar master was unable to do anything about him for a moment, so he flew up and stabbed Zhao Kaiji hard in the back with the long sword in his right hand.
Zhao Kaiji had already hurriedly avoided it in his heart. He actually knew Master Juechen. He gritted his teeth and cursed: "Damn it, you damn nun is joining in the fun. I will chop you down..."
"call!"
Zhao Kaiji swung his big guillotine and struck hard at him. The sound of the wind was awe-inspiring, and he was about to split the opponent in half.
Unexpectedly, Liu Kaifeng's strange knife struck him like lightning in the diagonal stab, cutting off his left arm. He screamed, his arm fell to the ground, blood surged from the wound, and his face turned pale...