Chapter 6 Rebel and win, please support, thank you!)
"Girl Rong, what do you mean?"
Using the torches in the courtyard, Qian Tong squinted his eyes, his eyes filled with a hint of coldness. While he was speaking, more than thirty gang members gathered around and surrounded Shang Zirong and his party.
Shang Zirong was wearing a pink tight-fitting outfit, holding a sword in his hand, and shouted coldly: "Uncle Qian, why do you ask questions knowingly? The Mozhu Gang was founded by my father. As his brother, you don't think about how to help.
I am trying to seize my fortune, am I not afraid of being punished by God?"
As he spoke, he looked around and found that the enemy had more men than he did, but he was still confident.
Qian Tong laughed loudly: "Girl Rong, the position of gang leader should be occupied by those who are capable. I owe a lot to the smooth establishment of the Mozhu Gang back then. Your father's management has not been good these years. If it weren't for my support, the Mozhu Gang would have been long gone."
Gone!"
Shang Zirong's face turned red: "Uncle, step back, we are all brothers, why bother killing each other. Ronger can promise you to increase your dividends in the gang."
"dream!"
After being scolded repeatedly, Shang Zirong did not get angry. Instead, he smiled and said, "Uncle, just because you have more people, do you think you have a chance of victory? It's a pity that you are wrong."
Amidst a burst of angry shouts, many of the thirty or so strong men who originally took orders from Qian Tong instead wielded weapons and swung them hard at their companions beside them.
Suddenly, the situation on the court took a turn for the worse, and Shang Zirong had the absolute upper hand.
"You dare to betray me?"
Qian Tong's face was gloomy.
"Mr. Qian, brother, I can't help it. A few years ago, my mother's illness was all treated by the Shangxian gang leader. I have to repay this kindness, right?"
A bald man said helplessly that he was the little leader of the Mozhu Gang, with seven or eight brothers under him, and they all rebelled with him.
Shang Zirong said proudly: "Uncle Master, your defeat is certain today, so you'd better assist me with all your strength."
"Girl Rong, you are quite tolerant, but do you think I will arrest you without any effort?"
A strange smile suddenly appeared on Qian Tong's face.
Hearing the sound of breaking wind behind him, before Shang Zirong could react, one of the three elders, Mr. Luo, was fighting with Mr. Ye, while the other, Mr. Zhang, had blood on his chest and was sitting on the ground in pain.
At the same time, several of Luo Lao's brothers also turned against each other and beat Shang Zirong's men fiercely.
Ye Laochen shouted: "Luo, why? Are you worthy of the leader of Shangxian Gang by doing such a rebellious thing?"
Mr. Luo said disdainfully: "Man perishes for money, and birds perish for food. We are all just living together for a living. Don't talk about loyalty so high. I will sacrifice my life for anyone who can afford it."
Amidst the laughter, Qian Tong raised his hands in the air, and dozens of strong men roared in unison.
They were armed with iron bars, machetes, etc., and their clothes were open, revealing the dragon and tiger tattoos on their chests. They were approaching step by step, with ferocious expressions on their faces, making the air of the summer night freeze and become murderous.
Some people on Shang Zirong's side were so frightened that their legs were shaking. One of the three elders was injured and one rebelled, and the total number of people was smaller than the other party. No matter what, they were bound to lose.
Seeing that the situation was not right, Shang Zirong had no choice but to fight hard, gritted her teeth and shouted: "Brothers, fight them!" As soon as she finished speaking, she took the lead in slashing out with her sword, cutting through the night.
"Cut the motherfucker!"
"Kill!"
Both sides roared at the same time, waving sticks and swords, and fought together in an instant. The whole compound made a continuous clanging sound, mixed with screams of pain and curses, and from time to time little dots of red would float up.
The faint smell of blood spreads into the night.
Qian Tong took the lead, and he was worthy of being second only to the previous gang leader. He held the sword in one hand and performed footwork with his feet, like a ferocious beast. After slashing and slashing, there was almost no one who could combine.
Shang Zirong also received more than ten moves, and then she felt that her hands were numb and the tiger's mouth seemed to be broken.
Mr. Ye in the rear was entangled by Mr. Luo and Qian Tong's disciples.
The three of them are all at the second level of Vajra cultivation. The difference is that Qian Tong's disciple has trained his legs, and his dodge speed is top-notch. Together with Luo Lao, he immediately beats Ye Lao and puts him in danger.
Mr. Zhang was seriously injured and was entangled by several men, so he had no choice but to protect himself.
clang!
It was another head-to-head encounter. After all, Shang Zirong's swordsmanship was too weak. He took a few steps back and shouted hurriedly: "Brother, where are you? Why don't you come over and help?"
She underestimated Qian Tong after all. He had been practicing martial arts for decades and had been in battle for many years, so his strength was far superior to hers.
What's worse is that although Qian Tong's manpower has been reduced, he still has the upper hand. Now several people are waiting for the opportunity to pounce. If there is no strong support today, they will be invincible!
Zhuo Mufeng did not stay away from the yard, but hid in the big tree outside the yard, away from the scene of the fight, silently observing Qian Tong, and did not make any move after hearing Shang Zirong's cry for help.
He has been practicing hard these days and has completely restored the strength of his original master, but secretly comparing it, he is still unable to defeat Qian Tong. If he takes action now, it would be a huge loss if he is injured anywhere.
It's better to wait a little longer, the effect of the medicine will take effect soon.
"Hahaha, your senior brother has escaped long ago and will not come to rescue you at all."
Qian Tong laughed, the muscles in his arms bulged, and he unleashed the Seven Black Bamboo Swords in succession. Under the light of the fire, the light of the swords became more and more cold and terrifying, and he gained unforgiving power.
For a moment, Qian Tong's mind was dizzy for a moment, and then recovered quickly, so fast that he thought it was an illusion, and since it was the moment of fighting, he didn't pay attention.
This was very painful for Shang Zirong. He retreated from the battle continuously, his armor was cut in several places, and he was almost crying.
Senior brother won't really run away, right?
After all, the little girl had never really fought, and she was so confused that she didn't notice that Qian Tong's strength was not as strong as every time, and even his steps were slower.
Zhuo Mufeng counted silently again and again. When he counted to 300 times, he felt that he was almost there. Then he became angry and shouted: "Qian Tong, I am so disappointed in you. Today you and I will never be sworn in!"
As soon as he finished speaking, he flew out from the tree, landed on his left foot, and ran forward. His left arm, which had been charged for a long time, held the long sword tightly, using all his strength, he stabbed forward fiercely with the sword.
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The silver sword light drew a long trace in the dark night.
Everyone's attention was attracted by Zhuo Mufeng's shouting, and they immediately saw that he was like a magic weapon descending from the sky, his sword was like a rainbow, and he looked like a young swordsman.
"I will destroy your ancestors!"
Qian Tong was furious.
He had noticed something was wrong with his body, and was about to retreat, but at this moment he had to confront him. He was so angry that he felt his head was dizzy and his movements were stiff for a moment.
This is the moment!
A snort.
Zhuo Mufeng's long sword pierced Qian Tong's shoulder blade. How dare he give the opponent a chance to breathe? He raised his left leg and used all his strength to kick Qian Tong several times, kicking Qian Tong like a ball.
go out.
"puff!"
A mouthful of blood spurted out, and Qian Tong rolled to the ground, howling loudly.
The sound of fighting slowly stopped.
Everyone was stunned.
How is it possible that Qian Tong, who is at the fourth level of Vajra and has experienced hundreds of battles, is not the enemy of Senior Brother Zhuo with one sword? Isn't Senior Brother Zhuo only at the second level of Vajra?
"Zhuo Mufeng, you, are you so powerful?"
The ordinary-looking Qian Tong disciple gasped.
Zhuo Mufeng was not proud at all, he just looked at Qian Tong who was struggling to get up, and said sadly: "Qian Tong, I respect you as an elder, so I have been reluctant to take action before, but why, why do you have to put your junior sister in this situation?"
The place of death? Is the position of gang leader so important that you don’t even have to face it?”
Qian Tong vomited blood and trembled with anger.
He never imagined that he must have been plotted by someone else. Throughout the whole day, the only person with the motive and ability to take action was Zhuo Mufeng, although he still couldn't figure out the other party's methods.
This guy is so cunning, everyone was deceived by him!