Qin Tian really wanted to spurt blood, so he pretended to be disgusted and said, "Come on, you took off your clothes and brought them to me and I haven't asked for them yet!"
"You, you still say that?" The girl's heart jumped wildly, and she raised her little hand high, pretending to hit her.
Recalling the moment in the tomb, my face suddenly flushed, as if I was about to bleed.
Completely opposite to her previous attitude, when she was in the tomb, she thought of dying with Qin Tian in order to preserve her chastity.
Now she is a little less shy and a little more mature. For some reason, when she thinks back to that scene, she feels a little nostalgic in her heart.
"Okay, time waits for no one, lend me your guardian necklace."
While the two were playing around, the gang members also began to take action. The two gangs suddenly fought together. The moment they came into contact, dozens of people died.
The shouts of fighting resounded above the canyon, and the originally sunny weather was covered with a layer of haze, as if God did not want to see this killing.
"So you want it, Nuo, give it to you!" Situ Jing'er pursed her cherry lips, took off the guardian necklace from her neck, and handed it to Qin Tian
He took the guardian necklace set with purple gems and put it on his neck. The body temperature left by the girl on the necklace made Qin Tian startled, and the remaining body fragrance made people involuntarily inhale deeply.
One breath.
"I don't know what she used to take a bath, but it smells so good!" Qin Tian thought to himself.
He stood up, patted the grass clippings on his body, looked at Situ Jing'er and said, "Just wait for me here."
Situ Jing'er nodded her little head obediently. This kind of cruel fighting scene was not something she could participate in. Even though she was also a martial artist, her experience was too little. Let alone killing people, she rarely saw blood.
"You have to be more careful!" Looking at the leaving figure, the girl shouted with concern
Outside the canyon, the cavalry and many gangs were fighting together. Every second, people fell in a pool of blood. Broken limbs and broken arms could be seen everywhere. Heart-rending screams kept echoing in the canyon.
However, in just one minute, the cavalry had lost one-fifth of its effective strength. Although the rest were frightened, they still fought with all their strength and had no intention of retreating.
More than a thousand gang members were like wolves and tigers, and the smelly blood stimulated their blood-devouring nerves, making them all red-eyed?
Although they fought in a disorganized manner and fought independently, their killing power was able to suppress the three hundred cavalry.
Mr. Zhao is currently dealing with three powerful rank six martial artists. These three martial artists have rich combat experience and have been through hundreds of battles. Many people have died in their hands. The three of them teamed up to deal with one martial artist.
The sixth turn is simply a crushing attitude.
The shield in front of Mr. Zhao, who was of rough stature, was in tatters, with spider web-like cracks everywhere.
The knife mark left a big hole in the shield. If you look through the hole carefully, you will see a conspicuous footprint that could be imprinted on his shiny armor.
The spear fiercely stabbed one of them.
'Ding'
There was a sound of metal colliding, and when I looked closely, I saw that the tips of the two spears were stabbing each other at the same point.
The other party sneered disdainfully, and at that moment, two other rank-6 martial arts masters attacked from the left and right.
The fierce wind made Mr. Zhao feel bad. It was too late to fight back at this time. He wanted to condense air shields on the left and right sides of his body, but the opponent did not give him this opportunity. He could reach any distance in the blink of an eye.
No one had time to react.
At this critical moment of life and death, several strong forces behind him roared past his ears.
The bodies of the two martial arts masters on the other side were still in the void. After exhaling two palm winds, they quickly twisted their bodies and spun a few times in the void before falling to the ground.
‘Bang bangpeng…’
The energy from multiple palm winds collided in the void, forming air waves that rolled outwards. The first to bear the brunt were Mr. Zhao and a martial artist from the other side. They each flew back under the impact of the air waves.
Fortunately, the power of the air wave was not very strong. The butts of the two men's spears tilted down to touch the ground, leaving a scratch several meters long on the ground before they stabilized their flying bodies.
"Are you okay?" Lu Yusheng looked at Mr. Zhao and asked
The other three escort officers also cast caring looks.
Mr. Zhao has an eccentric and stubborn temper, and is obsessed with saving face. He only feels shameless for the rescue by Lu Yusheng and the others. After all, he is also a strong martial artist at rank six, and he was just careless just now.
"I just lured them into revealing their flaws. Who asked you to come over and mix it up?"
Lu Yusheng and others sneered at his words, with very ugly expressions on their faces. However, at this critical moment of life and death, it was difficult to get angry. Only by uniting together could we have any chance of survival.
As Lu Yusheng and the others rushed out, more than a thousand soldiers following them also joined the battle, which also slightly eased the pressure on the cavalry to fight alone.
But the situation is still not optimistic. There are nearly thirty martial artists in these gangs, and they are as easy to kill as chopping melons and vegetables. If this continues, it will be useless to have a thousand more people.
The other five hundred shield bearers lined up to block the entrance to the canyon. In fact, it was useless. After Lu Yusheng and others were defeated, the fate of these five hundred people could be imagined. With these broken coppers,
Rotten iron cannot withstand the power of a martial artist's punch.
Looking around the battle situation, in this free time, more than ten martial arts masters have surrounded Lu Yusheng and others.
The five of Lu Yusheng formed a circle, shoulder to shoulder, with sweat on their palms, and they unconsciously shook the weapons in their hands.
"Your death has come, so tremble..." The man in the bamboo hat grinned and said slowly. He raised his hand and slapped it down hard. In an instant, more than a dozen martial arts masters swarmed up while condensing air shields.
Lu Yusheng's eyeballs were bloodshot, and he knew that today would definitely be a near-death situation. No matter what, as a general and a brave warrior, he would die on the road of fighting, so he shouted "Kill!"
The remaining four people were also inflated by Lu Yusheng's emotions and rushed forward with shouts. Even if they died on the battlefield, they would be called heroes.
Now being bullied by a group of gangsters is like a coward. The more I think about it, the more angry I become. Each one of them has used all their family resources without reservation. Today, even if the fish dies, the net must be broken.
Not far away, a thin figure rushed forward from the outermost periphery, the sharp blade in his hand harvesting fresh lives.
None of these dead minions were innocent, and none of them had a few or even a dozen innocent lives on their hands, and they were always dominating and causing trouble for thousands of miles.
Today, Qin Tian is like the messenger of justice, harvesting their dirty souls and letting the clean water wash them again.
Speeding along, one or two people can be taken away with every rise and fall of the sword. In the eyes of the martial artist, these minions are nothing more than cannon fodder, and they can be easily wiped out.
At this moment, many people also noticed the situation here, but no one dared to get close.
More than a dozen gangs were temporarily grouped together by interests, so naturally they couldn't work together as everyone had their own little plans in mind.
Especially the small gangs attached to the five major gangs are relatively weak in nature. If the losses in this operation are too large, the gains will not be worth the losses. Even if they get a lot of supplies, they will not be able to hold on to the wealth in the end.
Qin Tian's killing aura was high, and the smell of blood stimulated every inch of his nerves. As a cultivator, there is a desire in the body for the pleasure brought by fighting. This is a cultivator.
Only by fighting and fighting can you improve your strength. Every life and death battle can lead to a different realm. If you want to become stronger, you can only keep fighting.
"Where did this kid come from to hurt so many of my brothers?"
The Thunder Shadow Gang has no place at all in Guangming City and has always been attached to the Prisoner Dragon Gang.
The leader of the Leiying Gang is a strong third-level martial artist, and the deputy leader only has the strength of a second-level martial artist. The two are brothers. Originally, they only had a few dozen people under their command, and their family background was meager. Qin Tian's operation resulted in nearly half of the casualties.
, if he is allowed to continue killing without restraint, he may become the second Ji Lian Gang.
Qin Tian will not be merciful, and he will never deliberately spare the lives of those who can solve them with one sword. The lessons taught by the two brothers Zhao Qiang and Zhao Zhuang are still fresh in his memory. Being kind to the enemy is cruel to yourself. To deal with these people who do all kinds of evil, you can only use
Fight evil with evil, fight violence with violence, and the right should act on behalf of heaven.
A blade of sword energy whizzed out from the blade and struck directly on the chest of an unlucky man in front. In an instant, his clothes were torn apart by the sword energy and flew into the air.
Qin Tian's immature face was still stained with blood. Of course, the blood was not his, but the blood spattered by those who had become victims of his sword.
Facing the roars of the two martial artists, Qin Tian glared back.
The other party didn't say any nonsense, and came forward with a murderous aura. The minions from various gangs gave way one after another, looking for new targets in this chaotic battlefield.
Glancing at the two martial arts masters who were rushing towards him, Qin Tian put the sword back into the storage ring, slowly extended his right hand forward, the spiritual energy in his body circulated rapidly, and a group of invisible energy circled in the palm of his hand, and then,'
With a pop, a bright red animal fire ignited in the palm of his hand.
The two martial arts masters attacked at full speed and suddenly stopped. Due to the excessive momentum, the soles of their feet rubbed the ground and they staggered forward for more than ten meters, almost falling to pieces.
After stabilizing their bodies, the two of them retreated tens of meters in unison.
Staring at the flame in the young man's hand, he was speechless and said, "You, you, you, are you a strong martial artist?"
The leader of the Leiying Gang was full of disbelief. In his opinion, the handsome young man in front of him was only fifteen or sixteen years old at most. He had entered the realm of martial arts at this age. This was the most surprising thing.