Duan Xiaofei lowered his head subconsciously and instinctively dodged the knife that struck his neck, but he could no longer dodge the knife that struck his waist.
Pounce! This knife cut so hard that Duan Xiaofei felt his body light up, and he flew up due to the impact of the steel knife. He fell heavily on his side with a muffled sound, and he bounced back to the ground before he could wait.
He got up and spit out a mouthful of blood.
Duan Xiaofei's desire to survive was so strong that even though his body suffered such severe trauma, he was still struggling to hold on. He gritted his teeth in pain, carried the machete he picked up from the battlefield, slowly walked closer, and suddenly shook his body
, like a cheetah pouncing on its prey, it shot towards Hou Xiaobai like an arrow.
The two sides were engaged in a fierce fight to the death. You cut me with a knife, and I returned a sword to you. You punched me, and I kicked you in return. The fight on the scene became more and more bloody. The three people were covered in blood, and they were almost turned into blood.
People, when looked at coldly, look like demons emerging from the underworld.
When the battle reaches this level, the two sides are no longer competing for physical strength and skill, but for will. Whoever has a stronger will will be able to persist to the end.
With Zhan Xie's knife, Duan Xiaofei had another gash in his thigh, but the kick he turned around also made Zang Xie vomit blood. At this time, everyone in the Momen began to shout in unison: "Brother Zhan Xie.
Brother Hou, kill! Kill! Kill! Avenge your tragic death!"
Zhan Xie, who was about to fall, was shocked when he heard the cheers from countless brothers. He roared, jumped towards Duan Xiaofei, and slashed down with the nine-ring machete in his hand.
Huh--the sword helps others, and others borrow the sword's strength. Duan Xiaofei, who was severely exhausted, burst out with unexpected power.
Duan Xiaofei's pupils shrank, he held the knife in both hands, parried with the knife horizontally, and at the same time shouted at the knife: "Open!"
When bang bang - whoosh - Duan Xiaofei not only held Zhan Xie's nine-ring machete, but also knocked his knife away. Before he could take action again, Duan Xiaofei screamed and kicked Zhan Xie
Fly. What a terrifying strength, what a terrifying opponent.
With a "crash", Zhan Xie's huge body fell back into Momen's camp. Thanks to his brothers with quick eyesight and quick hands, he was not seriously injured.
Hou Xiaobai thought to himself that if the fight continued like this, it would be difficult to determine the outcome. He simply took a risk. Instead of attacking Duan Xiaofei, he rushed towards Xuan Lang's position. No one expected that Hou Xiaobai would be stabbed several times.
, and dared to assassinate Xuan Lang. The thugs were shocked and crowded in front of Xuan Lang, blocking Hou Xiaobai's way.
Hou Xiaobai easily dealt with the three people and then jumped to the left side of the Fifteenth Gang battle formation.
"Despicable villain." The killers turned their heads and looked to the left. For them, as long as this little man fell down, they would be victorious. Therefore, they paid special attention to Mo Feifan's movements.
Seeing that the killers were all paying attention to Hou Xiaobai, Mo Feifan had a proud smile on his lips. Yes, this is the time.
He shouted loudly and said: "Flying knife array, release!"
"Hoo hoo hoo", Brother Momen, who was already prepared, threw the thing in his hand.
The gangsters didn't expect, the killers didn't expect, and Xuan Lang didn't expect that Mo Feifan would actually take action at this time. What about the agreed bet?! What about the agreed win-win-out-of-three?! None of this is important, what?
The most important thing is who laughs last.
After a round of sword formation, Xuan Lang's escort team - nearly a hundred thugs - were almost wiped out. Even Xuan Lang himself had half a short sword stuck in his back.
In an extremely urgent situation, Duan Xiaofei didn't know where he got the strength, so he picked up Xuan Lang and ran back. The leader of the 15th Gang shouted loudly: "Stop, anyone who flees and disrupts the morale of our army will be killed! We will start from the backyard
Rush out."
Mo Feifan would not miss this opportunity and rushed forward immediately: "Brothers, the enemy can't stand it anymore. Rush forward, bite them to death, and crush them to death in one breath."
"Charge!" Encouraged by Mo Feifan, the brothers at the two main halls of Momen began to pursue with all their strength.
Mo Feifan destroyed Xuan Lang's most elite 100-man escort, causing chaos in the Fifteen Gangs Alliance camp. This could not be stopped with just a few words. Xuan Lang ran away, and the so-called "elite" of the Fifteen Gangs Alliance
"We" suddenly lost their backbone. The iron barrel formation formed by relying on their numerical advantage was also split in half by the entrances of Zhanlong Hall and Black Tiger Hall.
Without any worries, hundreds of brothers from Momen can finally let go and fight. They may not be the opponents of those killers, but they are still confident to deal with a group of rabble.
As good fortune never comes in pairs, misfortunes never come singly. Just when the Fifteen Gangs Alliance was at its most chaotic, suddenly, a loud shout came from the back of the camp. Brothers Hetang and Baiyitang had been dormant behind the Fifteen Gangs Alliance for a long time.
They also came out one after another.
Under the attack from the front and back, thousands of people were beaten until they cried for their fathers and mothers. They were dead and injured. There was a layer of corpses on the ground, weapons fell everywhere, and the blood that flowed out slowly formed a stream.
At this time, the fighting spirit of the Fifteen Gangs Alliance completely collapsed, and no one at the top or bottom was interested in fighting. Seeing that the situation was not good, many people began to run away. But under the attack of the four main entrances, they could not escape. Many people tried to save their lives.
Their lives and weapons were surrendered one after another. Once the phenomenon of surrender happened, it was difficult to stop it. More and more people knelt down in front of Momen.
In the absence of the right location and people, less than 1,200 people defeated more than 2,000 people in just half an hour, which is considered a highlight in the history of Momen's expansion.
Mo Feifan's eyes did not leave the battlefield for a moment. Seeing that the overall situation had been decided, he breathed a long sigh of relief. He was finally worthy of his uncle and worthy of the White Sword Gang. The victory in this battle was largely due to luck. If Xuan Lang
If you didn't make that bet with yourself from the beginning and organized people to fight back with all your strength from the beginning, you might get the opposite result now.
From a distance, he saw a snow-white young man directing his men, and he easily recognized that it was Fenghua.
"Go, help me call Master Feng Hua." Mo Feifan said to a younger brother beside him. It is naturally an honor to be able to work for the Master. The younger brother nodded flattered, ran towards Feng Hua quickly, and said respectfully: "Feng Hua
Hall Master, Brother Fan calls you."
"Oh, I'll come right away." Fenghua called someone over, gave him a brief explanation, and trotted over.
"Brother Fan, you called me?" Fenghua bent down and said respectfully.
Mo Feifan did not say anything immediately, but asked with concern: "Are you injured?" He saw Fenghua's white eyebrows, white hair, and white hairs stained with a lot of blood, and his clothes were in tatters, so he thought he was injured. Fenghua smiled.
He shook his head: "This is all the blood of the enemy."
Mo Feifan smiled reassuringly, patted his shoulder and said, "That's good. You came from behind, did you see Xuan Lang?"
"Haha", Fenghua suddenly raised his voice and said to a subordinate in the distance: "Bring Xuanlang up to me."
"Caught." Mo Feifan was a little surprised: "No one of the brothers was injured, right?" He was very taboo about Duan Xiaofei's skills, and was worried that the brothers in Hetang and Baiyitang would suffer.
Feng Huaen sighed and took a breath and said: "Brother Fan, you know. There is a very powerful person beside Xuan Lang. Although this kid was seriously injured, he killed two of our brothers and injured three. It's really a gutter.
The boat capsized. If Luo Feng hadn't shot him to death with an arrow, I don't know how much trouble would have occurred."
Five casualties?! When Mo Feifan heard this number, he couldn't help but frown deeply. After a long time, he sighed softly: "This man can be regarded as a good man with love and righteousness. Send me an order to bury him properly."
Although Feng Hua didn't know why Mo Feifan wanted to sympathize with an enemy, he did not ask further. He knew that Brother Fan had his own reasons for doing so.
Not long after, Xuan Lang was tied up by four brothers and carried in front of Mo Feifan. Compared with the heroic Xuan Lang ten days ago, Xuan Lang now seemed to be a different person, his whole body was unkempt and extremely embarrassed.
Seeing Mo Feifan, Xuan Lang's originally desperate eyes suddenly shone with light. Enduring the pain of the wound on his back, he smiled arrogantly and said: "Mo Feifan, you win. Take my head."
Mo Feifan rubbed his forehead and said softly: "Listening to Brother Xuanlang's tone, you are very unconvinced by the loss?"
"Yes." Xuan Lang stared into Mo Feifan's eyes: "You are just a villain, a villain who breaks your word."
"Haha", Mo Feifan showed two deep dimples and laughed up to the sky: "In the law of wolves, there are only two types: partners and enemies. In order to survive, wolves will take the initiative to attack enemies several times stronger than themselves. Likewise, even if
Even if he dies in battle, he will also create opportunities for others of his kind. In the law of natural selection, wolves are the most respectable, the most misunderstood, and the most hated. If I can do anything for the people around me,
People seek glory in the next life, and even if I am reviled by the world, I will go on without hesitation."
"..." Xuan Lang was silent for a while, then slowly said: "What a high-sounding reason."
Mo Feifan: "Haha, you are considered a person. I can consider letting you live, but you have to tell me the secret in your heart. Your eyes tell me that your identity is not as simple as an ordinary rich man."
Death is a painful thing for everyone. It seems to have another meaning here in Xuanlang.
He licked his dry lips and said with a pale face: "I only want to die. But I can tell you that I am here for 'it'."
Mo Feifan didn’t understand and asked: Who is ‘it’?
Xuan Lang's eyes showed awe: 'It' is the sky!
After saying this inexplicable sentence, Xuan Lang closed his eyes and refused to say another word.
It is said that when a person is about to die, his words are good. Mo Feifan doesn't understand what the "it" in Xuan Lang's words refers to? Is it a man? A woman? An object... Mo Feifan doesn't know.
But he vaguely felt that there was a shocking shady story involved. Before he got close to this shady story, Mo Feifan felt the hairs on his body stand up, and a chill swept over him...
(ps; wonderful preview. Mo Feifan's tentacles will soon extend to all thirty-eight towns and counties in Yancheng, and finally expand to the entire Ancient Fish Kingdom. As his power grows, Mo Feifan's opponents also become more and more powerful.
Many. Among them, there are:
1: Mo Feifan’s enemy - the mysterious Skull Cult.
2: The "Tengu Organization" with astonishing wealth controls the lifeblood of the Yancheng area
Three: The ‘it’ in Xuan Lang’s mouth.
Four: (...not shown, to be continued)
Every organization has the ability to turn the world upside down. See how the small Mo family competes with these giants; see how Mo Feifan sits on the world's wealth and collects all the beauties. Whoever takes an enemy with me in the world, I will drink and behead him with a knife--