Sharhan said hatefully: "This guy is so cruel. He first started to the first street and put the office room, and then he got a few land walkers to attack from below. Finally, he threw more than 40 human bombs. I really don't know what other mechanisms will be ambushed in front."

Tianlang said coldly: "But he has tortured this way, but we have only made more than 60 people. Our main force is still there, and he has at most sixty or seventy people in his hands. If he pulls it apart, he has no chance of winning. Now he must not be scared. He will send a command to blow up the office room in front of the street first, then blow up the ground of the street behind as planned, and the last four people in the halls will clean the houses one by one."

Sharhan nodded, took out the flag in his arms, and quickly conveyed Tianlang's orders to the front. Tianlang's orders were quickly put into practice by the killers ahead. After the continuous explosions, the front street completely returned to peace.

The air on the back street was also filled with the strong smell of gunpowder. Hundreds of killers were shuttled back and forth on the second street under the cover of more than 30 companions on the roof, throwing thunderbolts and sky-blasting thunder into the rooms. After the explosion, they went in one group to search the house one by one.

Tianlang looked at the high flagpole in the center of the town in the distance. It was obviously the core area of ​​the other party. As long as you clear the second street, you can go directly to the flagpole.

Tianlang knew that this must be the place where Zhao Quan chose to fight him, so he took a deep breath: "It's time for us to go on stage. Let's go!"

The killers of the Pokong Hall followed Tianlang and Shahrhan to the open space with feather arrows between the two streets. At this time, the cleaning of the second street had been completed. More than a hundred killers were moving steadily towards the flagpole. Tianlang looked at the starry sky above his head and murmured: "It's time to come."

At this moment, the second Kongming lantern rose strangely from the flagpole. With the sound of a rushing clapper, more than a dozen large pits suddenly appeared on the ground under the feet of the killer of the hero's sect. More than 20 killers suddenly fell into it, and then a sharp blade came from the sound of a sharp blade entering the body.

Forty or fifty white lotus monks in white clothes suddenly jumped out of the dust under the flagpole, raised their hands and burst into a dense rain of hidden weapons, and then they all pulled out their weapons and rushed into the crowd of the heroic killers.

These White Lotus Sect members were the last elite dead soldiers under Zhao Quan. They all had good martial arts skills, and the killers of the Hero Sect were also good. The martial arts skills were equal to these people. Both sides quickly joined forces in small teams. For a moment, swords and swords were flying everywhere, forming a chaotic battle.

Tianlang looked at the melee under the flagpole coldly. Both sides were well-trained elite killers. The teams were very skilled in cooperation, and they were almost not one-on-one fights. Instead, they concentrated two or three people to besiege the opponent a weak person who was heading in front or injured. This side tried to rotate the person who was slightly injured or consumed more internal strength to the back row or protect the middle. The group of four or five people was rotating forward to fight.

The tactics of both sides caused a very lively fight, but the actual casualties were very small. After half an hour of fighting, they only killed three or four people and injured more than ten people on the other side. The four hall masters led by the Hero Sect collectively besieged the two leaders on the opposite side: Zhao Quan and Li Zixin.

Zhao Quan is medium-sized, about sixty years old, with gray hair and hair, triangular eyes, high cheekbones, three long beards under his jaw, wearing a wide white Taoist robe, and a white lotus embroidered on his chest.

Zhao Quan had a purple gold crown on his head, and he used a long sword with blue light. The sword was as fast as the wind. The sword energy passed by, and it was all the best tricks of the White Lotus Sect's sword technique. The two masters of Thunder and Lightning and Yufeng were also two Taoists who used swords. When they faced him, they still defended themselves and had less attacks, and were at a disadvantage.

On the other side, Li Zixin was a tall and strong man with his hair fluttering in the air, making a cooked copper stick of sixty or seventy kilograms. He took the powerful and domineering foreign home path. The huge cooked copper stick in his hand was like a branch in a child's hand, and hedgehog-like beard, which seemed even more imposing.

The Liehuo and Kuangsha Hall Master who were facing Li Zixin was carrying a few cloth bags on his back. The Kuangsha Hall Master who was dressed as a beggar used a pickaxe. The hoe was always left with Li Zixin's key holes, like a poisonous snake coming out of a hole, elusive.

Another fat monk with a red face was using a Zen stick, and the magic wand technique was also powerful. After dozens of moves, he had to fight Li Zixin head-on and fight for more than a dozen sticks. Although he had to take two more steps back every time he fought, he could always adjust his breathing quickly and step forward again with the help of the Lord of Kuangsha Hall.

Although Li Zixin can gain the upper hand one-on-one advantage, his outer skills consume a lot of energy. After several attempts to use pure power to fight, he took the opportunity to get ahead and destroy the fat monk first, but he was always restrained by the Lord of Kuangsha Hall and could only return to the stick to protect himself. After more than a hundred moves, he no longer had the mighty momentum he had at the beginning, and his movements gradually slowed down.

All of this was in Tianlang's eyes. He turned his head and ordered to Shahrhan: "It's now, all the arrows were shot out instantly, shooting the crowds in the melee regardless of the enemy."

When Shahrhan heard the first half of the sentence, he immediately picked up the iron-tied bow, and when he heard the next sentence, he put the bow down, with a puzzled look on his face: "Tianlang, this will kill the people who will come to our side."

Tianlang's eyes flashed with murderous intent: "Yes, of course I know, but I will also kill the enemy. Now they have even come out with the chief and deputy leader, and they are already trying their best. Even if all the people in front are dead, we will still make a profit."

Sharkhan began to sweat on his forehead: "Tianlang, do you agree to do this? You can see clearly that these are the elites of our hero sect. Even if the Lord recruits the last year, he may not have so many good players to join him."

Tianlang waved his hand impatiently: "Now I am the commander of the front line. If you disobey, I will kill you now. As for how to explain to the leader of Helian Sect, that's my business, and you won't have to worry about it!"

Sharhan shook his head, sighed helplessly, turned his head and shouted at the Mongolian archers behind him, "Didn't you hear the words of Tianlang? The arrow rain covers it, and attacks regardless of the enemy and us!"
Chapter completed!