The figure rushed over frantically and jumped up halfway.

The long-handled wind-breaking knife swung out with his arm, and with a slash, the sharp sword force roared over in an instant. At the first moment, Yang Zhi's eyes were extremely fast, and then it tore out a scarlet red, blocking several factory guards on the other end of the city wall, and in a blink of an eye, the heads of people flew up.

Shi Bao landed on the ground, pointed at Yang Zhi alone, and moved his mouth and said something.

Then, he kicked his feet and stepped forward, and his body rushed over like an arrow with a loud bang. There was only a little on the city wall, and he had no choice but to retreat. Yang Zhi raised his sword in his hand and rushed over.

Waving out of mid-air.

One is the ancestral treasure sword of the Yang family.

The other is a special long-handled knife that echoes the martial arts of swordsman.

The blades of the two swords collided with each other in the air. The spark that exploded was particularly eye-catching in this black night. The two hit each other and paused for a moment before they stabilized their bodies. Then they danced and swung wildly. In a blink of an eye, the two of them fought each other for a few seconds. Mars flashed one after another, and the blades on both sides were hanging horizontally and grinding, and a series of squeaking and unpleasant metal friction sounds sounded.

Like a madman, Shi Bao used all his strength to slash every time he used his sword. Yang Zhi, wearing black and hideous armor, kept retreating, blocking each other's sword force, and then counterattacked. In this situation, he probably persisted for more than ten breaths. He suddenly gritted his teeth and squeezed out from the shadow of the sword storm of the strong wind, took a step back, and retreated for more than half a distance.

"Want to run?"

At the same time, Shi Bao snorted coldly, waved his knife and chopped the other party's back.

And in front of him, the running figure suddenly stopped, and then turned around. The moment he turned around, a cold light suddenly rose. The cold light-stricken sword suddenly slashed from top to bottom in Yang Zhi's hand.

The sound blew in the air: "Cutted you"

Shi Bao's hair stood up, and he immediately stamped his feet and put his knife away, blocking his head horizontally.

At that moment, a huge metal collision exploded with a loud bang. At this moment, the bricks under Shi Bao's feet could not bear the force, as if they were sinking into mud.

They fought too quickly and ruthlessly. No matter the soldiers of the Ming Cult or the guards of the East Factory around them, they did not dare to step forward casually. As soon as they fought, most of them didn't understand what the situation was. The knife had already hit the other party's neck. When Shi Bao gritted his teeth and said in a bare voice, "Yang Zhi, are you bleeding and still want to fight to the death? You can't hold on."

Immediately, he exerted force with his arms and slowly pushed the opponent's knife away, and the old injuries on the shoulders and legs of the person opposite him had collapsed at this time, and blood penetrated the armor and overflowed outside, dyeing red.

If the stalemate continues, Yang Zhi is afraid that he will not be able to hold on.

"Ling Zhen" both sides fought hard, but Yang Zhi shouted, his whole body began to tremble.

As soon as they finished speaking, the two of them swayed under them and heard a sound of swaying. They kicked each other in the abdomen with one another. Yang Zhi staggered and took a few steps, spitting out a mouthful of blood, sprinkling on the tiles of the city wall.

Shake.

Ling Zhen's eyes were red and he shouted angrily: "It's almost done, right away..."

On the other side, Shi Bao only had a little blood on the corner of his mouth, and he was running wildly. Yang Zhi wiped the blood from his mouth, held the knife handle in both hands and raised it up. He slowly opened his mouth: "We"

The figure sprinting opposite approached and slashed the wind-slashing sword.

…………….

"us"

"Life and die together!"

The flames shone brightly, Lin Chong's face red. He shouted angrily, and his iron spear swung, and his scattered hair flew in the flames. The spear head instantly poked out and pierced into the chest of the Ming Cult soldiers. Blood gushed wildly. He lifted the man up with the gun rod, smashed several people left and right, swung hard, and threw it out and smashed it into the soldiers that were rushing like a tide, splashing waves.

When they entered the grain warehouse to guard the camp, their hands were trembling, their eyes were red, and they began to piss off the companions on both sides. Then they heard Lin Chong's roar and broke the thread in their hearts.

The guards of the East Factory, arranged in arc shape, were like reefs standing in the waves, and the next second, their feet moved forward step by step. They roared hoarsely, as faintly as thunder: "We live and die together"

On the side, Luan Tingyu Baling mixed copper stick swept across the street and gave one person a discount. He seemed to be ignited by the emotions over there, and waved his hand and smashed a soldier who was rushing over and rushed into the crowd.

He shouted, "Kill!"

"Kill!!"

In a bang, the factory guards behind him were like Hong Tao who broke the dam. More than a thousand people crashed into the sea of ​​people in a moment. Their shouts and roars made the other party stumble, and then the sword light slashed down.

He used the most barbaric and fiercest posture to kill the camp gate.

"Drive"

As he ran wildly and shouted, Lin Chong was ahead. His eyes were red, and he waved towards the people rushing towards the front. He inserted it hard. He swung the iron gun left and right in his hand, and the gun rod was knocked away and he swept out a way. He kept pushing forward, and the gun head was stabbed into a person's stomach. Blood suddenly burst out. It seemed that the armor was a general.

But who would ask now? Lin Chong pushed the gun and pushed the Ming Cult general forward. The other party was not dead yet. He grabbed the gun and struggled wildly. The next moment, the man screamed fiercely, struggled, and directly pierced his body and rushed towards him along the gun.

The gun rod suddenly shook, Lin Chong waved his hand and threw the man on the gun rod twice, shouting to lift it up, kicked him over and kicked the general of the Ming Cult directly, and the colorful organs flowed out of the hole. The man was still struggling to get up and touch the knife beside him.

But after that, the iron-faced spear head was no longer visible, and it pierced into the other party's neck, then raised it upwards, picking out the man's head and a piece of cervical spine from his body, and falling into the crowd.

During this moment, Lin Chong gasped. He never thought that there were such people in the Ming Cult Army who were not afraid of death.

But since you are on the battlefield, what are you afraid of death?

"kill"

After a moment of rest, he shouted violently and plunged into the army again, and his gun was like a dragon. However, behind him, there were fewer and fewer factory guards who could come out. When he arrived in the middle of the camp, several dozen meters away from the camp gate, two strong and thin figures came over. The two men with masks came from the camp gate.

When they arrived in front of Lin Chong and Luan Tingyu, the other party spoke first: "Follow us."

………………………….

On the city wall, Shi Bao rushed over.

Yang Zhi held up the knife and shaking, but his eyes remained unabated and he slowly spoke: "We..."

"Don't let us go, Lao Yang lay down." Ling Zhen's voice sounded behind him.

Subconsciously, Yang Zhi leaned against the wall, and with a loud bang, something shot from his side, causing a hurricane.

On the other side, Shi Bao heard a loud noise and lie on the ground. The black shells rubbed against the Ming Cult soldiers behind him, and the factory guards rushed over.

On the city wall, the flames, the air waves, and the flesh suddenly collapsed in that moment

After a long time, Shi Bao raised his head, Yang Zhi and the rest of the people stood on the city wall, waved at him, and then jumped down. The rope was tied around their waists to the cowhide belt.

On the other side, there was a loud shout: "Want to leave? Did the Sa family agree?!"

The burly body stepped onto the wall and leaped.

Then it fell with a bang.

With a muffled sound, the wide soles of feet stepped on the ground and burst.

‘Treasure Light Tathagata’ Deng Yuanjue.
Chapter completed!