Only this time, what was hovering above was not a fighter plane, but a huge helicopter.
The wind brought by the helicopter was so strong that it almost blew out all the fires on the ground. Soon, several military ropes conveniently appeared at the cabin door.
Immediately afterwards, one after another tall figures quickly slid down the rope, and then landed steadily on the ground.
"Boom boom boom!" ??
Thirteen figures jumped down from the rope in a row. When everyone present saw these figures, their faces changed drastically.
Thirteen king-level masters!
This, who is this person, can actually summon thirteen king-level figures at once? Which organization is this?
Yang Yi squinted his eyes and observed the group of people carefully, and when he saw a foreign man among the group of people, he couldn't help but frown slightly.
"Oka? He's actually still alive!"
It was originally thought that due to the night attack and massacre by Duanmu Jie and the others, all the people in the Kyoto strongholds of Chuanshen and Ye Xiao had been killed.
Unexpectedly, Oka is still alive.
From this point of view, it may be difficult to kill a king-level master.
"It's Night Owl and Chuan Shen!"
Duanmujie looked at it carefully for a while, and her expression changed slightly.
Unexpectedly, they brought so many people this time.
Several people observed quietly, and no one said anything.
After the thirteen figures stood still, they began to observe the surrounding environment.
"I didn't expect that we came a little late, but it's not too late."
"There are so many people. Fat meat can attract the covetousness of countless people."
"Even including our upright and upright monarch, Xia Wujun? Oh, you also want to share a share It seems that this time, there will definitely be a difference between you and me."
Among the thirteen figures, a joking voice came out. The voice was neither loud nor quiet, but just enough for everyone to hear clearly.
Suddenly, some people present looked unhappy.
At this time, a figure came slowly from behind the Twelve Heavenly Kings.
The man was wearing a snow-white cloak, with a bag under his eye in his mouth, and a pair of sinister eyes full of murderous intent.
"Zhenze, you're here too!"
When Xia Wujun heard this, his expression changed slightly, but he soon regained his composure, but his eyes were very cold.
Unexpectedly, this opponent that we had fought against last time appeared again this time!
Moreover, there are so many heavenly kings following him. It seems that these twelve masters were cultivated by him.
It's really unfathomable.
"How? You can come, how can I be left behind?"
Zhenze blew out a puff of smoke, with a mocking smile in his eyes, and glanced at the Qiankun Yi placed next to Xia Wujun.
"Hey, this treasure ended up in your hands. It's really a pity. What a pity."
Zhenze withdrew his gaze and shook his head with a look of regret on his face.
Such a good treasure fell into the hands of Xia Wujun, and this treasure was really wasted.
Hearing this, Xia Wujun just looked at him coldly and stopped talking to him.
"Hahaha."
Seeing Xia Wujun's expression, Zhenze was very happy and left with the Twelve Heavenly Kings.
Some of the people who came after that were people whom no one knew, and they were probably strong men from a certain party. After everyone came here, they all found an open space, lit a fire, and started to rest.
Everyone is gathered together, no one is alone.
Yang Yi and others immediately found an open space to sit down, lit a fire, and began to recharge their batteries.
Originally, everything was peaceful and there was no disturbance. Everyone was doing their own thing without disturbing each other.
However, this calmness was finally broken when there was still an hour before midnight in the evening.
"Xia Wujun, it's eleven o'clock, it's time to clean up the garbage, right?"
Zhenze slowly put away the bags under his eyes, then stood up slowly, put his hands behind his back, and glanced at everyone present with an indifferent expression.
After looking around, his eyes finally fell on Xia Wujun.
Everyone present, including Yang Yi and his party, was not taken seriously by Zhenze. The reason why he chose to talk to Xia Wujun was simply because Xia Wujun had fought against him before and was somewhat capable.
After both of them had cleaned up the trash, the real battle had just begun.
After hearing Zhenze's words, Xia Wujun's eyes flashed, and then he sneered coldly.
"Zhenze, although you have brought many people with you, don't you think too highly of yourself? Are the people here just something you can figure out?"
"To give you a simple example, you have no qualifications and no way to invite them out!"
As he said that, Xia Wujun's hand seemed to be equipped with a navigation device, pointing directly at Yang Yi and the others.
Suddenly, Yang Yi's face became extremely gloomy and he looked at Xia Xia coldly. No king.
Xia Wujun is really scheming, and his skill in killing people with a borrowed knife is really getting better and better.
Facing Yang Yi's almost cannibalistic gaze, Xia Wujun just smiled faintly, with a hint of conspiracy, but did not say anything more, and just looked at each other directly with Yang Yi.
How could he not understand what Yang Yi meant, but he did it on purpose.
Having dealt with Zhenze for such a long time, he knew what kind of person Zhenze was.
I'm afraid Zhenze just wants to use himself as a tool to clean up garbage. If he really follows his wishes and kills these people, then he will definitely be the next to die.
There were only two of them, and against a total of thirteen people on the opposite side, their chances of winning were slim.
Therefore, Xia Wujun would not put himself in danger. Of course, he would first find a group of people to support him.
After being pointed by Xia Wujun, everyone's eyes immediately turned over. Zhenze's eyes naturally followed everyone's gaze, looking at him thoughtfully.
Duanmujie and the others knew that something unexpected had happened, so they stood up without further ado. Duanmujie took a step forward and looked at Zhenze with a cold face.
"Clearance?"
"What a loud tone, do you have what it takes?"
Here, Duanmujie is no longer as honest and honest as before. At this time, her expression is cold, and the pressure on her body is completely released, and she looks domineering.
And everyone wanted to say this exactly, so after Duanmujie spoke, some people even agreed to fight against the epidemic.
"Yeah, didn't I just bring a few people here to give you cattle and treat us like rubbish? Do you have that strength?"
"No, there are so many people present. Each of them could drown you with their spit. You still want to clear the place?"