At this time, the situation between the two sides had become white-hot, and corpses were scattered everywhere at Yunkeju's door.

Although South Korean agents still had a strong morale to attack Yun Keju, everyone knew in their hearts that they were at the end of their strength. There were only about 30 agents left in the fight. After nearly half of the soldiers guarding the army, they quickly received additional support from Brother Cheng and others after nearly half of them fell!

The general army approached the branch to support, although they were blocked, they arrived in time under the cleaning of Gu Jian and others. Five hundred general army brothers guarded the important roads in the garden, and the two hundred general army brothers directly rushed towards the South Korean agents who were resisting and cleared directly from the gate to Yunkeju!

The old man from South Korea is indeed strong, and he rushed to the scene regardless of danger.

Even though he was surrounded by the brothers of the army, he rushed towards Yun Keju with a machete. He seemed to have no choice but to refuse to return without responding to Jin Qiuyun. Only when he saw Chu Tian coming out did he slightly stop rushing forward, but his endless fighting spirit was still reflected in the blood on the knife.

Seeing Chu Tian appear, the battle scene immediately became quiet.

Chu Tian stretched out his right hand to the side and handed it over with a machete.

Chu Tian held a knife and pointed at the old man Han from a distance, and a faint murderous smile appeared on the corner of his mouth: "Old man, I have said in Hong Kong that I don't want to see you again. If you insist on stepping into the hot land of the Heavenly Kingdom, then you will become a corpse. Are you ready to die now?"

The old man from South Korea still didn't say anything, but his murderous intent gradually condensed.

At this time, a South Korean agent pointed his toes and killed Chu Tian from the side. He was eager to make a fuss, thinking that he could successfully attack Chu Tian when he was closest to him. A trace of contempt flashed across Chu Tian's face, and the machete in his hand turned lightly, like a bit of cold wind, passing through the neck of the man who was entering the venue.

The South Korean agent's machete horizontally attempted to block Chu Tian's attack, but when he wanted to raise his hand, he found that his neck cooled down, and his blood and soul were instantly squeezed out along an extremely slight gap between his neck, and finally burst out blood flowers.

The man looked surprised, and then his body slowly fell down.

Until he died, he couldn't even understand how he died.

Chu Tian reached out to wipe off the faint bloodstains from the blade, looked at the calm old man from South Korea with a sarcastic expression, and snorted softly: "Old man, this is the combat power of your Korean nation. You should be with me, don't think that standing there and acting gloomy can escape your life!"

The old South Korean man's eyes suddenly became cold and his machete moved to the side.

Chu Tian was still standing there carelessly, giving instructions to Tian and the others: "Leave this old man from South Korea to me, and you can clean up the rest of the garbage. Well, it takes five minutes to solve them. There are still many things to do tonight, so don't play with them!"

After the words came, the South Korean agents were furious.

When they felt that Chu Tian was despised, Tian Yangsheng had already jumped from the tree, like a goshawk diving into the enemy's crowd. The black knife slowly pulled out in the pale light. The two enemies who were approaching each other were instantly cut off their throats and fell to the ground with a straight cover of their wounds.

The old demon also pointed it on the brothers of the Shuai Jun and took the power to chase the soul and left with a flesh-cutting knife in his hand.

The expedition of these rare masters immediately made South Korean agents frightened. The reason why they could hold on until now was because they were basically guarding Qianlong Garden, and the dead soldiers of the general army who were only strictly guarding but did not take the initiative to attack, but now the opponents were fighting fiercely.

Brothers screamed repeatedly, and I remained unmoved!

The old man from South Korea was nailed in the distance like a piece of wood. His eyes were just locked on Chu Tian, ​​turning a deaf ear to the South Korean agent howled under the knife of Tian Yangsheng and others. He seemed to know that it would be useless to resist, but would make him confused.

He didn't know whether he could defeat Chu Tian, ​​but he felt hope when he saw his left shoulder bleeding.

The light suddenly stretched out a figure. Chu Tian raised his eyelids slightly and looked over with the shadow. He saw the golden Qiuyun standing on the railing sadly, but the charming aura exuded by his head revealed a sense of sadness, because the situation in front of him was just like the pain she encountered, it was a tragedy!

Chu Tian sighed softly, and the cold light of the machete was refracted.

When the enemy who was massacred by Tian Yangsheng and others knew that he was about to die and had no place to bury, he aroused his last courage and rushed towards Chu Tian. A sneaky figure approached Chu Tian quickly, but before he could react, Chu Tian's machete gently cut his throat.

Neither deep nor shallow, it will always be just right!

Chu Tian was unwilling to waste too much effort, so there would be no disgusting scenes with blood bursting out.

When Jin Qiuyun saw the flash of the bright blade in Chu Tian's hand, she saw Chu Tian's cold eyes at that moment, but when she looked at her on purpose, she could feel a kind of bloody tenderness. Jin Qiuyun, who hated Chu Tian, ​​would rather believe that tenderness was an illusion.

The sharp blade in Chu Tian's hand, every time it shines, means the slow disappearance of a life. His figure will always be irreplaceable elegance and lump. Jin Qiuyun can even see the smile on the corner of his mouth, the sarcasm is mixed, and there is a hint of loneliness.

The loneliness that is so cold that it is so cold that experts should understand!

No one could fight back, and there was no panic or fear on his face before death, but a kind of calmness of falling leaves returning to the ground, because Chu Tian did not bring them any sense of oppression. The delicate blade seemed so gentle to Jin Qiuyun, just like kissing her lover's snow-white skin.

Jin Qiuyun didn't know why she didn't make up for her sins because of her death, perhaps because she was concerned about these brothers of life and death.

In four minutes and thirty seconds, the South Korean old man was left in the center of the venue.

Yang Feiyang walked over from the side and spoke calmly: "Young Marshal, this old man from South Korea is the former military elite of South Korea. He is superb and outstanding. He is known as the God of War or a powerful weapon in the world. He has performed missions 109 times, and nearly 4,000 people died at his hands!"

"Later, I killed an American officer by mistake and was fired and arrested by the South Korean army!"

Chu Tian chuckled and asked lightly: "Why didn't you be killed?"

The old man's eyes condensed into a light. Chu Tian's words were not aimless. South Korea has US troops stationed in the United States, and the South Korean government regards the White House as its master. Therefore, the old man killed the US officer and was definitely not fired and arrested. How could the Americans ask him to vent his hatred?

Yang Feiyang burst into a smile and added: "The Jin family was amazed at his skills, so they spent a lot of money to save him as a servant of the Jin family! In recent years, many opponents have been destroyed by the Jin family, and even more loyalty, the Jin family let him protect Jin Qiuyun with him!"

Chu Tian nodded and smiled faintly: "So! No wonder he worked so hard!"

In Yang Feiyang's narration, the old man South Korea's eyes kept flashing. He seemed to remember the glorious achievements of the past, as if he remembered the mighty past, and then thought of the end of the road and the battle tonight, and a small gap broke out in his mind without any gap.

Chu Tian seized the opportunity and spoke slowly: "Old man, take action!"

Just as Chu Tian shook off the blood from the knife, the old man South Korea finally launched a thunder attack, and his footsteps moved forward instantly, and his pace far exceeded the speed just now. In an instant, an unconcealed sword had already rushed to Chu Tian. This agility made the brothers of the Shuai Jun secretly applaud.

Chu Tian restrained his cynicism, and his right hand was horizontally crossed to the side. His deep black eyes bloomed with bright light. At that moment, everyone knew that the young marshal was about to start a real battle. The master's realm was not crazy killing, but to kill the enemy in a pleasing and smooth offensive.

Dangdangdang!

Both of them are good at being strong and strong. They fight each other without giving in to each other. They fight head-on. The two waving swords collided from time to time. The tinging sounds came one after another, and the sparks burst out from time to time, making the air filled with a faint burnt smell.

Jin Qiuyun, who stood by the window, shouted anxiously: "Be careful!"

Her warning not only did not help the old man South Korea, but instead made him slightly distracted. In this moment, Chu Tian slapped his arm with a sharp blade, directly cutting the old man's arm a three-inch-long hole, turning his skin and flesh out, and blood instantly wet his sleeves.
Chapter completed!