: Kill if you want to

After hesitating slightly, Yang Jun dragged his long sword toward the black-clothed knife hand of the Black Tiger Gang and walked over.

The black-clothed sword hands of the Black Tiger Camp of the Black Tiger Camp were extremely powerful. They all held ring-headed swords with both hands and killed them when they met. Although their enemy tonight was the women of the Rakshasa Sect, they did not show any mercy when they started. As the sword light flew, the women of the Rakshasa Sect fell down screaming and turned into white lights and disappeared.

There were also black-clothed sword hand in the Black Tiger Camp who was killed by women from the Rakshasa Sect, but basically seven or eight women died before a black-clothed sword hand was killed.

Under the leadership of the Black Tiger King, the Gun God and Suo Xian, the Black Tiger Camp killed the women of the Rakshasa Sect like a tiger down the mountain to retreat step by step. Even the great elder of the Rakshasa Sect told the story of sadness and was unable to stop the Black Tiger King's claws. As for the heroic silver Rakshasa female hero of the Rakshasa Sect, she was also beaten by the Yajiao gun of the Gun God Huo Zhiguang, and was surrounded by dangers.

Just as the women of the Rakshasa Sect were retreating step by step and were about to be defeated, Yang Jun went up against the retreating crowd, swept across the bald sword in his hand, slashed vertically, pulled away, and flirted backwards. The black-clothed sword hands in the Black Tiger Camp fell down one after another, just like a cheetah running from the grass, and the grass was lodging on both sides. The speed of killing could be described as slashing waves.

The women of the Rakshasa Sect were all retreating, but Yang Jun killed people like chopping melons and vegetables. The constant screams and screams here naturally seemed particularly harsh. When the Black Tiger King broke his claw and told the big knife of sadness, he glanced at this side and frowned when he saw Yang Jun's killing speed.

"Yang Jun?"

When Huo Zhiguang glanced over, he recognized Yang Jun's identity. Although Yang Jun's hair was a little long, Huo Zhiguang still recognized him at a glance.

But when he recognized Yang Jun at this time, Huo Zhiguangyou was not surprised, but surprised and unhappy. This old classmate was actually killing the people from their Black Tiger Gang.

Huo Zhiguang's exclamation was heard by the Black Tiger King. The Black Tiger King raised his eyebrows and ordered loudly: "Gun God! Stop him!"

The Black Tiger King said that he was Yang Jun. As soon as Huo Zhiguang heard it, he hesitated and responded loudly: "Yes!"

The Yajiao Gun forced the female hero who had been beaten by him with one shot. Her legs suddenly exerted force, and her body was pulled up in the air, and her feet were more than two meters above the ground. As soon as she pulled up, her feet stepped in the direction of Yang Jun. Each of them was stepped on the head of the black-clothed knife hand. She stepped out four steps, and Yang Jun was already three meters away from him.

"Yang Jun!!"

With anger, Huo Zhiguang took the fourth step and raised his body again. The Yajiao gun in his hand suddenly retracted into his arms, as if he had held the entire gun in his arms with both hands. His man was shooting at Yang Jun who was snatching his life like a sharp arrow that was snatching his sword.

Yang Jun's eyes were still straight ahead, and he did not look at the old classmate Huo Zhiguang who was rushing to the air from the side. The vulture sword kept exchanging in his left and right hands. The first sword was still holding the sword in his right hand and snatched a life. The next sword was likely to turn into a left hand holding the sword in his left hand and pierced the neck of a person behind him. The vulture sword was interchanging in his hands. Although his eyes were always looking straight ahead, the sword light kept snatching the life of the black-clothed sword hand like a poisonous snake spitting a letter.

"ah!!"

The Yajiao gun that Huo Zhiguang held in his arms suddenly shot forward when it was about a distance from Yang Jun. The spear head like a dagger was spinning at high speed and poked Yang Jun's chest.

Yang Jun's eyes were always staring straight ahead, as if he hadn't seen Huo Zhiguang attack at all, but when Huo Zhiguang's Yajiao gun attacked, he suddenly took a big step forward, and the Yajiao gun wiped his clothes from behind and fell into vain.

"snort!"

Huo Zhiguang snorted coldly, and the Yajiao gun was retracted again, trying to hold it in his arms again, and then shot it again. A black shadow suddenly made his eyes dark, and then he felt a pain in his chest, and his body that flew backwards involuntarily. When he saw the situation in front of him clearly, he saw that Yang Jun had somehow grasped his shoulder with his left hand and his right hand holding a long sword through Huo Zhiguang's chest.

Huo Zhiguang didn't see clearly just now, but the people around him saw clearly. The Yajiao gun that saw the Gun God suddenly stabbed out, but the man in black who used the sword suddenly took a step forward and avoided the Yajiao gun. When the Yajiao gun was retracted, the man in black who used the sword suddenly rose up and his body was raised more than two meters high. In the air, the man in black who used the sword grabbed the right shoulder of the Gun God with his left hand, and the bloody sword in his hand stabbed the majestic Gun God in his hand.

"I...we are classmates..." In the air, when Yang Jun pulled out the vulture sword and pushed Huo Zhiguang away, Huo Zhiguang gritted his teeth and squeezed out this sentence. However, Yang Jun's body had already fallen into the group of black-clothed knife hands. The vulture sword light was sucking and spitting out the sword light again, and the speed of reaping lives was faster.

The Gun God was killed, and many people saw that scene of life and death was seen by life and death.

The Black Tiger King frowned even tighter.

Suoxian's faint eyebrows also frowned.

The happiest person is the women of the Rakshasa Sect. They are smiling with the heroine who tells the sadness and resists the Black Tiger King and say sadly to the uncle: "Sister! That guy is so powerful! He first killed the mandarin duck sword ghost, and just now he killed the Gun God with one sword. By the way! Sister! Do you really don't know who that is?"

While talking, she and Shushu were actually beaten by the Black Tiger King and still retreated.

Saying sadness shook her head, saying that she really didn't know who the black-clothed swordsman was. She was also puzzled by who the black-clothed swordsman was, why she helped them kill the mandarin duck sword ghost first, and just killed the Gun God, and is still slaughtering the sword hands of the Black Tiger Gang.

"Gangmaster! I'll pester him!"

Suoxian couldn't bear to see the elites of the Black Tiger Camp being killed constantly, so he said to the Black Tiger King, carrying her silver rope and was about to entangle Yang Jun.

"No!!"

The Black Tiger King attacked the female hero with both claws and told him sadness. When he heard that Suoxian was going to entangle the swordsman in black, he suddenly became anxious and shouted loudly.

"Why? Gangmaster! That man has killed dozens of brothers!"

Although Suoxian stopped, his expression became even more anxious, and he wanted to pounce on the swordsman in black immediately.

Hearing that the man had killed dozens of brothers, the corners of the Black Tiger King twitched, which was obviously painful, but he still gritted his teeth to stop Suo Xian and said, "First speed up killing all these women, and then we will encircle that person together!"

A stream of black smoke suddenly rose from his claws as he suddenly exploded, and the smoke seemed to have suddenly exploded, instantly spreading the space of three or four footballs. At that moment, the female hero who was attacked by the Black Tiger King and Shushu's sadness all felt that it was dark in front of him and he couldn't see anything clearly.

"Puff!"

The sound of two sharp claws grabbing into the flesh sounded from the smoke.

"ah!"

"Well……"

With a scream and a muffled groan, the Silver Rakshasa and the Great Elder of the Rakshasa Sect were hit more than two meters away at the same time, and fell to the ground like a sandbag.

The heroine's chest was red, and there was a bloody hole on her left chest. The blood was still rushing out. Although she was not dead yet, she could not save her injuries even if Hua Tuo reborn.

The elder said that the sadness was also very serious, and there was a blood hole in the scapula of the left shoulder. Fortunately, her injury was not fatal, but this injury also made her basically lose her combat power. At least it could not be the enemy of the Black Tiger King. So she retreated. As soon as she fell to the ground, she glanced at the wounds of the heroine, and immediately gritted her teeth and got up from the ground, and used her remaining energy to use her light skills and quickly left.

The leading female hero tells the story of sadness, one death and one injury, and the injured tells the story of sadness, and the remaining Rakshasa women naturally lost to the attack of the Black Tiger Gang. Except for a dozen who escaped, all the remaining two hundred women were killed.

It took less than three minutes from the appearance of the Black Tiger Gang to the annihilation of the women of the Rakshasa Sect.

At this time, Yang Jun also stopped.

The Condor Sword pointedly behind him, drops of blood dripping down from the sword's edge. Yang Jun looked at the Black Tiger King six meters away with a quiet look. Yang Jun seemed not to see the more than a hundred black-clothed knife hands surrounding him, but just looked at the Black Tiger King opposite him calmly.

"I heard..."

The Black Tiger King suddenly asked Yang Jun lonely.

"I heard you are Shi Tou's friend?"

It turned out that the Black Tiger King had already recognized Yang Jun's identity.

Stone?

Yang Jun's expression changed slightly. The Black Tiger King suddenly raised the stone, and Yang Jun remembered that Shi Tou was the son of the Black Tiger King.

Yang Jun nodded.

Seeing Yang Jun nodding, the Black Tiger King also nodded.

The tone and expression of the Black Tiger King made Suo Xian and others think that the Black Tiger King would let Yang Jun go. However, the Black Tiger King changed his words and said, "You killed nearly a hundred of my subordinates just now, all of them are my elite Black Tiger Camp's good players, so I won't let you leave alive today!"

Upon hearing this, Yang Jun showed a smile on his lips. No one knew why he laughed. No one could see what his smile meant. He only heard him reply: "Okay!"
Chapter completed!