Before he finished speaking, he rushed out first, rushing towards the Tangmen Gangs like an arrow shot.

The ten general soldiers were close to Brother Hai, without any words, but their momentum was like a sharp sword and stabbed at the Tang Sect Gang.

'kill!'

More than a thousand generals followed closely behind and swarmed up like a tide.

Faced with this kind of formation, the Tang Sect Gangs were slightly stunned. The imagined coach should not be so fierce. He did not have such a urge to be so impatient during the last battle. Although he couldn't stop secretly slamming in his heart, the feeling of self-superior over the past few days made them not care about it, so they screamed.

The leader of the Tang Sect team was not willing to be outdone. He stood up in the crowd and shouted loudly: "Brothers, don't embarrass us Tang Sect, go ahead! Beat hard!"

Although he said it well, the person did not move, let alone rushed to the front like Haizi. Haizi himself was a general, so he naturally dared to sacrifice his life, but the leader of the Tang Sect did not have the courage and had no swords and swords. What should he do if he died? Under the command of the leader, the Tang Sect Gangs rushed over to the army.

The two sides were like huge waves running against the opposite direction, colliding and fusing in a wide open space.

The moment before the two sides contacted, Haizi increased his speed to the extreme. At the same time, he lifted the blade and slashed hard at the Tang Sect disciple who rushed towards him. "Ding Dang" sounded, and the Tang Sect disciple's machete was cut into two pieces. He didn't even have time to be shocked. The remaining momentum of the black iron machete had already fallen on his head.

Blood splatters everywhere, and vitality is extinguished!

At the same time, the swords of ten general soldiers also stabbed into the chest of the rushing Tang Sect disciples, and then turned around briefly, poured all their strength on the black iron sword, and followed the situation to chop the Tang Sect gang members and the swords and people to the ground, but the swords were still cut off and killed!

The morale of the brothers of the Shuai Jun was even more enhancing. Although everyone knew that the black iron machete was extremely sharp, most of them saw their strength for the first time. They couldn't help but want to experiment with it themselves, so they all waved the black iron machete and attacked the oncoming disciples of the Tang sect fiercely.

The voices of "Ding Dang" and "Ding Dang" kept ringing, and the screams of the disciples of the Tang Sect kept making. The brothers of the Shuai Jun had never fought so easily. As long as they slashed down hard at the enemy, most of the Tang Sect gangs would be hit by swords and people, and then they flew backwards with blood on their faces.

The leader of the Tang Sect was a little dazed: Are the enemies all dragon-slaying swords?

Before he could think too much, the brothers of the Supervisor had already swarmed over like a tide. The advantages of weapons and numbers made the Tang Sect Gangs feel timid. They could no longer maintain the mentality of "invulnerable swords and guns" or "the world's only one". They resisted for a few seconds and retreated to the back. If the leader hadn't shouted to resist, they would have run away.

Haizi did not pause either. His wrist turned lightly towards the Tangmen personnel around him and slashed and killed him. He saw countless blood spurting out from time to time, accompanied by heart-wrenching shouts. The soldiers behind him had no tricks, such as chopping, stabbing, and picking, and slashing.

As the gang members in front were chopped down by the commander army, the people behind were frightened and did not dare to step forward. Soon, the defeat of the Tang Sect was a foregone conclusion, which seemed difficult for the Tang Sect disciples to accept. Why did Hang Suning's brothers fight easily, but he was beaten to the ground and look for teeth.

The leader of the Tangmen finally couldn't stand it and shouted: "Retreat!"

These two words immediately made the disciples of the Tang Sect who had no fighting spirit flee back. Haizi stopped, smoked and lit them gently, and the brothers of the Shuai Jun followed and chased them. From time to time, the disciples of the Tang Sect fell to the ground with blood everywhere on the ground, and the broken limbs and broken arms were seen everywhere.

Such a bloody scene will make the outsiders tremble and scatter, and will also make the insider crazy and lose his rationality. The brothers of the army are all red in their eyes and slash the weapons in their hands at the fatal vital points of the opponent until the opponent falls to the ground with blood all over his body and does not move.

Fighting has turned into massacre.

This is the struggle between the underworld, the naked killing, and human life seems to be worthless at this time.

The reason why the leader of the Tangmen did not lead the gang members to retreat to the stronghold was because he knew that he would die if he retreated. After all, he had heard of catching turtles in the jar. At present, he could only escape to other places and seek refuge in the nearby city. So he led the gang members to take a wide road and run hard.

After running for hundreds of meters, several dazzling lights shot over. The leader of the Tangmen Sect stopped and looked at the scene. There were more than a dozen vans parked in front of the car. There were at least hundreds of men in the coaches. He couldn't help but feel a little slight shock. The wandering soldiers had no courage, so they slowly took a few steps back and turned around and ran back.

The brothers of the Supervisor did not pursue them and slowly pushed forward and pressed nearly a thousand enemies.

Being beaten up and tragically blocked and chased the gang members, they retreated to the stronghold.

The stronghold is the inconspicuous residential building and seven-story old-fashioned house.

The iron gate at the door was quickly locked and blocked, and dozens of Tang Sect disciples were on guard.

The brothers of Shuai Jun stopped attacking at the door. Haizi glanced at the residential building a few times, sucked half of the cigarette dullly and said, "Calculate the casualties, then send the injured to the hospital, carry the dead back to the hall, and leave five hundred brothers to follow me to surround the Tangmen stronghold. The rest of them cleaned the scene and went back to rest."

The brothers of the Shuai Jun hurriedly took the order and left.

Haizi stretched and felt hungry, so he waved to the dozen brothers, saying lightly: "The long night is long, we can't be idle, let the brothers camp on the spot. In addition, you go buy dozens of lambs, and take a few trucks of cooked instant noodles. Let's get a roasted whole sheep to reward the brothers."

The brothers all laughed and agreed with a loud voice: "Yes!"

So, a very strange phenomenon occurred. There were dozens of tents around the lonely residential building, and there were bonfires between each tent, and there were fragrant grassland lambs on the bonfires. The special spices mixed with the joy of the handsome brothers, making them look unique on a quiet night.

At this time, there were more than 500 disciples of the Tang Sect in the residential building, but no one dared to rush out to fight. When they saw the general army stopping to rest, they breathed a sigh of relief. The leader of the Tang Sect quickly called the headquarters for help. Naturally, more than 50,000 disciples of the Tang Sect were surrounded and killed by more than 5,000 soldiers. They fought hard and still kept their strongholds from being lost.

After putting down the phone, the leader of the Tangmen smelled the smell of meat and couldn't help but ask: "What's so fragrant? Who is grilling things?"

The Tang Sect disciple next to him opened the gap in the window and replied with a wry smile: "How can Shuai Jun barbecue mutton downstairs not be fragrant?"

The leader of the Tangmen swallowed his saliva and felt hungry, so he asked, "What else do we have to eat? Let's ask brothers to have a big meal. The elder brother will soon send someone to rescue him. At that time, we should work together inside and outside to kill the coach army and use their meat to barbecue and relieve hatred."

The disciples of the Tang sect nodded slightly, but their frustration was not removed. If it were someone's mental will, it would be difficult to be happy. The invincible disciples of the Tang sect were actually defeated by the mob of the army and were surrounded by lonely people in residential buildings. Their mood really felt desolate.

At this moment, a disciple of the Tang sect ran in and said in a panic: "Boss, it's not good, the Shuai Jun cut off our water."

As soon as the words fell, the entire residential building suddenly became dark. The disciples of the Tang Sect suddenly became panic. After exploring for a while, they realized that the power was cut off by the Shuai Jun.

Unable to hold back, the leader of the Tang Sect asked the gang members to break through with the few soldiers in the dark. Dozens of Tang Sect members broke through the iron gate to attract the attention of the soldiers, while the rest of the people hanged down from high altitude with ropes. The idea was very good, but the reality was cruel. The Tang Sect members screamed and fell backward as soon as their hands touched the iron gate.

The iron gate was powered by high voltage.

The gang members who escaped from behind were not much better. They felt a piercing pain before they could land on the ground. They looked down at the faint light of the bonfire and found that they had guessed the iron nails. Then they found that dark iron nails were sprinkled around the downstairs. Before they could retreat, the machete of the Shuai Jun brothers slashed again.
Chapter completed!