As soon as the White Lotus Sect finished speaking, they were answered by the sound of gunshots like fried beans.
The Black Tiger Gang relied on the big tree of foreigners to get their hands on a lot of firearms, but the White Lotus Sect regarded it as a strange and obscene skill, and they were splashed with black dog blood and remained unfazed.
At this time, everyone in the White Lotus Sect, under the leadership of an experienced Taoist, had led the crowd to rush out.
They had no firearms, only a few privately owned bows and crossbows, and most of them wanted to get close quickly and engage in hand-to-hand combat with the Black Tiger Gang.
These people from the White Lotus Sect have been practicing martial arts since they were young, and they are quite good even if they are placed in the wilderness.
However, the Black Tiger Gang usually does many evil things. They have competed with the Beisha Gang for many years. They are good at group fights and their murderous aura is no less than theirs.
There were no less than a hundred people who came over under the cover of night, all of them elite members of the Black Tiger Gang.
They clearly and confidently blamed the White Lotus Sect for Black Crow's death.
The floor of the tea house is full of corpses of your White Lotus followers. Who else could it be if it wasn’t you?
There are two people in the lead, Feng Li and Zheng Xiang.
They are all the three adopted sons of the gang leader, and are extremely famous for their martial arts skills.
The only remaining adopted son, Black Snake, naturally did not dare to show his face.
Yang Feiqiao took his sister and hid in the distance. When he saw the White Lotus Sect people rushing out like idiots and then falling down in rows, he suddenly cursed idiots in his heart.
"No wonder it hasn't worked out for so many years. You can obviously defend the wall and take advantage of the darkness of the night to use your weapons to your advantage, but you have to face him head-on. Isn't this looking for death?"
Hearing her sister whispering, Yang Feiyan held the weapon in her arms and was eager to try: "Sister, what should we do and who should we help?"
"You're so smart. We don't want to help any of you. We're going to save people."
Yang Feiqiao raised his hand and wanted to give her a massage, but he was afraid of being discovered, so he led his sister and tiptoed towards the nunnery.
When Feng Li saw the people from the White Lotus Sect, they rushed out desperately and shook his head: "A bunch of lunatics."
Zheng Xiang, who was standing next to him, held guns in both hands, looked at the White Lotus Sect people who were slowly approaching, and said: "Times have changed, but these people haven't changed yet."
As he spoke, he exerted his strength on his legs, plucked onions from dry land, jumped straight up to the treetops, crackled his guns, and transformed into a gun god in the dark night.
Finally, after the White Lotus Sect abandoned more than a dozen corpses, they finally came face to face with the Black Tiger Gang.
They work in groups of three and cooperate tacitly, often striking out unexpectedly and killing several people in an instant.
Although the members of the Black Tiger Gang are full of murderous intent, they usually rely on brute force to fight.
Once they got into a melee, the effectiveness of these long guns, which were fired and bolted, was greatly reduced.
Feng Li held a Wuji knife in his hand. The blade had an edge on one side and a thick back on the other.
The front quarter of the back of the sword is also edged, so that it can be used with picking and stabbing techniques like a sword.
As soon as he jumped into the crowd, he directly chopped Huashan with one force. A woman in red from the White Lotus Sect in front of him was instantly split into two, split from the middle, and the pieces in her stomach fell all over the floor.
He studied under Li Yaochen, the best swordsman among the people, and because of his fierce and brave nature, he caused many fatal cases, so he ran away and joined the Black Tiger Gang.
Feng Li wiped blood all over his face and looked as ferocious as a demon. After killing several people in a row, he rushed towards the crowd, holding a clear sword in his hands.
"Zheng!"
The swords clashed, and both of them screamed in surprise.
"The Promise Knife..."
The old Taoist showed off his powerful sword skills with shock in his eyes.
Feng Li squinted and sneered: "Now that I recognize you, why are you not at all defensive?"
As he spoke, the long knife in his hand pressed close to the blade and thrust out, making a lunge-forward thrust like a swordsman.
The clinging blade exploded with sparks, illuminating the old Taoist's horrified expression. He tapped his toes and hurriedly stepped back, barely avoiding the tip of the knife on his chest.
But despite this, he was still injured by the sword energy, and a small hole was opened in his chest, and blood was gurgling.
"boom!"
As soon as the old man stood firm, he heard the sound of a gunshot coming from the tree canopy.
It happened that a member of the White Lotus Sect saw that the old man was in trouble and wanted to come over to help. He blocked him and was shot in the chest.
The old Taoist's eyes were focused and he looked into the tree crown, but he could only see branches and leaves swaying, but no human beings could be seen.
He was suddenly horrified. There was a man with excellent light skills, hiding in the canopy of the tree, using firearms to fight against the enemy, and he was almost invincible.
In the past, a man who only knew Qinggong would not be able to make any waves in the world.
But today is different from the past. The birth of firearms gave these people an opportunity to make old silver coins.
Holding two guns, walking in the snow without leaving a trace, he is simply not too handsome.
The old Taoist kept fending off the force of the wind, slashing, slashing, or stabbing with the long knife, and finally got around to it, and shouted behind him: "Shoot arrows into the tree crowns, and look for opportunities to retreat first."
The members of the White Lotus sect who had enjoyed killing all felt like the God of War. When they heard this, they couldn't help but feel a little puzzled.
Finally, we got close to the opponent and started fighting hand to hand. How come we only killed a few people?
You just call for withdrawal?
After all, those who don't know are fearless. The two of them were stunned for a moment when they saw two fires bursting out on the tree crown. After eating a peanut, they fell straight to the ground.
Using all his strength to cut open the long knife in front of him, the old Taoist took out a bell from his arms, raised his hand and shook it, while muttering something in his mouth.
As the bell rang, the old Taoist pinched the spell with his hands and shouted in a deep voice: "Get up!"
"Swish!"
Several corpses in front of them stood up straight.
"ah--"
"Zombie——"
Seeing that the person who had just died stood up again, everyone in the Black Tiger Gang shouted out, and some did not dare to approach.
The unknown is always scary.
But he was only half-experienced in practicing the corpse-driving technique in Yemaoshan.
Of the corpses on the ground, he had only awakened three or four of them, and they were already dripping with sweat, their faces were pale, and they were extremely weak.
Just as he was about to ring the bell again, Feng Li's figure suddenly accelerated, and he slashed down with a sword: "Evil heretic, die."
"Whoosh!"
The long knife carried the cold light and poured down. The old Taoist's hand was cut off at the wrist, and blood gushed out like a spring.
The bell fell to the ground, and the zombie that had just been awakened fell straight to the ground, doing nothing, as if it was a joke.
"boom!"
There was another gunshot in the dense forest, and a blood flower exploded in front of the old Taoist. The long sword in his other hand fell off, and his eyes lost their luster.
"kill!"
After killing this old Taoist, the force of the wind became even stronger, and the sword light wrapped around his body, just like a tiger descending from the mountain. With an arrogant momentum, he immediately dispersed the White Lotus Sect members.
At this time, the front door of the nunnery was already in chaos, with countless people fighting together.
From time to time, severed limbs and remains would fly out, like a purgatory on earth.
…
The two Yang sisters sneaked into the nunnery and searched for the wing with the darkroom according to their memories.
The nunnery is either big or small. In addition to the temple dedicated to the Bodhisattva, there are seven twists and turns, and there are all wing rooms at the entrance.
Yang Feiqiao thought as he walked.
The last time I came here was during the day, so I wasn't surprised. But now that I looked again, I realized that this nunnery was indeed not a serious place. It had built so many private rooms that it looked like a hotel.
Since it was late at night and the light was not good, the two of them searched like headless flies for a long time but could not find the wing room.
On the contrary, there were many kind-hearted pilgrims and unruly nuns hiding in the room and shivering.
"Sister, they look the same everywhere here, where can we find them?" Yang Feiyan held a bright silver spear in her backhand, also looking anxious.
Glutamine
The little figure walking in front had a serious face, a tense expression, and his small face was pressed into a straight line.
Feeling the paper man on her chest, she wanted to help her find someone, but she remembered what Xu Ping said about using it when she was in danger. I'm afraid this paper man didn't have the function of helping to find someone.
On the surface, he was calm and calm, but in his heart, he was already racing like a wild horse.
Forget it, let’s treat a dead horse as a live doctor!
As soon as she thought about this, she waved her hand and threw out the paper man. Under her sister's horrified eyes, she shouted loudly: "Xu Ping, I'm looking for someone." She thought that this paper man could listen to his orders.
I saw human-shaped white paper all over the sky, floating in the air. When it landed, a puff of white smoke came out, and it instantly turned into human-sized paper figures one after another.
In the yard, on the roof, and beside the earthen wall, everywhere as far as the eye could see were filled with paper figures with pale faces and missing facial features.
Yang Feiqiao was already mentally prepared, but when he saw so many paper figures, he was still frightened and couldn't help but take a step back.
"Oh my God!"
Yang Feiyan screamed in surprise, her courage was as big as her chest, she stretched out her finger and poked the face of the paper man next to her, "Sister, are these paper men given to you by Brother Xu? It's amazing."
Yang Feiqiao calmed down and ignored his startled sister. Instead, he looked at the paper figures in front of him, his eyebrows slightly furrowed.
Why don't they move?
These crudely made paper figures couldn't listen to the orders at all. They just looked around and couldn't find an enemy exuding malicious intent, so they all stood still.
"You guys move!"
"Find someone, find someone."
Yang Feiqiao shouted twice in succession, but no one paid attention to her.
At this moment, several members of the Black Tiger Gang rushed over, carrying bloody swords.
"Oh my God!"
"Ghost, ghost!"
Several people's faces were full of horror. A burst of blood rushed to Baihui, and they almost died of fright.
The paper figures all turned their heads and looked at several members of the Black Tiger Gang. In an instant, the whole yard was filled with creepy and weird laughter.
"whee……"
One person was so frightened that he fainted and became incontinent.
The remaining few people turned around and ran away. As soon as they took a step, they fell to the ground with inertia, and several heads fell on the spot.
The smell of blood filled the air instantly. Looking at the corpse on the ground, Yang Feiqiao also shuddered. It turned out that he was beaten by several paper figures in the yard that night, like whack-a-mole, and it was still light.
Then, more members of the Black Tiger Gang heard the noise and rushed over fiercely, their ferocity aroused, and they had not been able to enjoy the killing just now.
continue!
Dozens of people rushed over. The one in front said "Oh my God" when he saw it. Without saying a word, he turned around and ran back.
However, the nunnery is built more elegantly. The door is in the shape of an arch. Those in the back want to go in and those in the front want to go out, but they are all blocked at the door.
The wolf-like paper man brothers are no longer lonely. Their arms are like blades, and like leeks, dead heads are flying up into the night sky.
When the Yang sisters saw this situation, they looked at each other and left quickly to continue their plan.
You should have plenty of time and don't be in a hurry.
At the same time, thirty or fifty paper figures sensed that the protected people were leaving and followed them one after another. The remaining paper figures continued to rush to harvest leeks.
"Bang bang!"
Two blood flowers exploded in the night sky, and two gunshots rang out in succession. Zheng Xiang, who was invincible in the Black Tiger Gang, swooped in like a night owl.
But the gun hit the paper figure, opened a hole, and a plume of smoke came out, so it was okay.
Seeing this scene, the man who performed Qing Kung's expression tightened, "It's over, I'm useless."
Dozens of paper figures jumped up and slashed towards Zheng Xiang in the air. He suddenly felt that Yama was entangled with him, and quickly touched the head of a paper figure with his toes, and took off into the sky again like a wild goose.
Before even taking a breath, the paper man jumped up to a height that was close to that.
What the hell is this? It jumps so high!
Although he was frightened, he saw that there was no more leverage in the air, so he stepped on his left foot and his right foot, and his figure suddenly rose again.
Seeing that the paper man had begun to fall, he felt happy and used his body skills to prepare to escape. As for the Leek Brothers below, he couldn't control them.
Unexpectedly, at this moment, he saw the falling paper man, holding up a pale paper man, and pushed him up with strong force on his arms.
The scene of the paper man taking off like a rocket fell into his eyes and he was dumbfounded.
Brother, you are falling downwards. Where do you send strength to people going up? Where do you borrow strength from? Don’t foreigners say that the function of force is to protect each other?
Isn’t there such a thing as physics in this world?
Zheng Xiang, who only knew Qing Kung Fu, saw the paper man waving his blade-like arms and fired two shots unwillingly.
"Bang bang..."
Accompanied by the sound of gunfire, his proud feet were cut off by one arm, the other arm was chopped off, and an unwilling head spiraled into the air.
"Old Zheng!"
Feng Li, with his face covered in blood and his eyes red, finally came to the front row and roared into the night sky.
Knowing that the evil thing in front of him was too powerful to be defeated by human beings, he shouted, "You guys retreat quickly, I will come to the rear."
After saying that, his whole body was once again wrapped in the sword light, and he turned around and ran towards where he came from. The brothers who were blocking the way had their hands and feet cut off in an instant, and their intestines and stomachs were pierced by the sword light. For a moment, he was so powerful that he rushed out.
After getting rid of the flies in the air, hundreds of paper figures swarmed over.
Just when I felt the rush of escaping, I felt the Wuji Knife in my hand shake, the sharp blade curling, and the paper man in front of me had one of his arms broken.
Seeing this, his confidence increased greatly, and the light of the sword suddenly appeared in the night sky again, as bright as the stars falling from the mortal world.
The long knife broke, and the sword light shattered. The body of a paper man blocking the road in front of him was broken. Countless paper scraps flew like snowflakes, cutting hundreds of cuts all over his body.
Through the blood red in front of his eyes, he saw the paper figure shattering into scraps of paper, like being shot by a hidden weapon. This master of Wuji sword skills lowered his head and looked at the scars all over his body.
His face darkened, and he uttered a sentence: "One for one, no loss at all!"
…
Yanyu Tower.
Surrounded by a cluster of short private houses, it stands out from the crowd and has a commanding view of the mountains.
At this time, under the dim moonlight, a person was sitting in the attic drinking tea. There was another person standing respectfully next to him. There were some fruits and snacks on the table.
The leader of the Black Tiger Gang, Lei Gong, is a short fat man with a round face and white hair. Sitting there, he looks like a meatball.
The man standing next to him was tall and thin, with a dark face. He was the gang leader's only adopted son, Old Snake.
The two people's eyes were looking in the direction of the nunnery.
"Report——"
A member of the Black Tiger Gang ran up from downstairs, hugged his hands and said, "Tell the gang leader that the demons of the White Lotus Sect have been defeated. Our gang has rushed into the nunnery and is searching for the remnants of the White Lotus Sect."
"good!"
Lei Gong shouted loudly, his fat body trembling: "Enjoy the tea."
The adopted son Lao She hurriedly responded, lifted the teapot, and the water flowed down.
The member of the Black Tiger Gang who reported the news was overjoyed and happily took the tea cup from the second in command. Before he could drink it, he heard another urgent and frightened voice.
"Report——"
"I helped my brothers and the whole army was wiped out."
The man who reported the news was shocked and the tea cup that was brought to his mouth quietly slipped down.
"boom!"
The cup fell to the ground and shattered.
He raised his head in horror. Before he died, he only saw the pokers in his pupils dilating.