doomsday overlord

"Who dares to attack the Black Wind Gang's stronghold No. 17 and treat me as an easy bully?"

After stroking the docile cold-blooded beast, Duanhun Lei's expression changed, becoming eerie and chilly.

The prisoners of war, who were frightened by the cold-blooded beasts and fled in all directions, actually regarded this enemy attack as an opportunity for their fate. They scanned the surroundings with pairs of eyes, trying to find a chance to fight back and escape their fate.

How could such a little thought be hidden from Zhang Peng and Duanhunlei?

Before these prisoners of war could take action, fat Zhang Peng and a muscular Duanhuntear were already blocking their way.

Anyone who made any rash move was knocked down with one punch and lay on the ground wailing uncontrollably.

Seeing the face twisted in pain, everyone was stunned, not daring to move, and were forced into the dark room.

Yan Hengwu consciously picked up a steel knife and two pistols.

The steel knife is the standard weapon of the Black Wind Gang and feels good in the hand. Yan Hengwu swung it a few times and recalled the killing scenes in his previous life, and blood surged in his heart unconsciously.

When a good man wields his sword, he should behead his enemy!

The pistol is much worse. At this time, if there is a good thermal weapon, it will not be much better if it is not equipped with something that can be used by Yan Hengwu.

Looking at the model of the pistol, Yan Hengwu held his breath. This piece of junk couldn't even break through the Qi shield of a master in the Qi refining stage, so it was impractical.

However, having this thing can always come in handy at critical moments.

The fighting outside didn't last long. Some people retreated intermittently, and the gunfire gradually became sparse until it stopped.

Not many people retreated, and all of them were seriously injured. The blood on their bodies was constantly flowing. There were gunshot wounds and knife wounds. Moreover, the more skilled a person was in martial arts, the more seriously they were injured, and the fewer people came in alive.

Looking at this scene, Yan Hengwu became more and more worried.

"Looking at this posture, the enemy is well prepared. The attack has been planned in advance. There are many experts and people. There are fifty or sixty people outside the gatekeepers and secret sentries, but now, less than twenty people have retreated...

The situation is not optimistic."

The people in Stronghold 17 occupies an absolute advantage, but the other three bosses are not around, and their peak combat effectiveness has been reduced by half.

The other boys are also busy with their own affairs, and there are really not many people left at Stronghold 17 at this time.

Five hundred people led by Sanggui finally broke in.

This is not the fight in the previous Hong Kong movies, but a group of masters with fighting spirit fighting each other.

Therefore, the gunmen who occupied high places and blocked the attack did not play a big role.

The masters standing in front of the crowd waved their machetes, and the brilliant fighting spirit and sword light shattered the bullets, while the gunmen hidden in the crowd fired cold shots.

After a few rounds, the gunfire stopped and all the gunmen stopped shooting.

The leaders of the two forces finally met.

The mourning ghost is holding a long horse-cutting knife. This knife can really cut off the legs of a galloping horse without curling the blade.

The knife was stained with some blood and smelled fishy.

Duanhenlei has changed from his previous harshness and coldness, and his attitude towards humans and beasts is completely different.

When dealing with beasts, he uses both bravery and kindness. When dealing with humans, he has two completely different attitudes. It can be simply said that those who obey will live, and those who go against will perish!

When dealing with enemies, Duanhun Tears' hands are like wheels that crush everything!

Bang!

Facing the enemy who was clearly superior in numbers, Duanhunlei's body moved, and he rushed towards the mourning ghost who was standing with his sword horizontally.

Yan Hengwu clearly saw the five hundred people opposite him all showing contemptuous smiles.

When Sanggui first came here, there were countless people who dared to charge at Sanggui and his sword. However, in just over a month, Sanggui had killed all his opponents and became the top brother of these people.

The iron chain coiled around Duanhun Tears' arm was like a poisonous snake, and it was thrown towards the mourning ghost.

The ghost was not afraid at all. The long knife was spinning in his hand, and a powerful fighting spirit burst out, creating a huge aura.

"This is an innate level of fighting spirit cultivation. Moreover, it is unknown whether Zanggui retains his strength!"

Yan Hengwu's eyesight was so sharp that he felt a little trembling in his heart. Compared with Qi refining and body tempering, Xiantian was already at a completely different level of martial arts.

In the novels of the past, such a realm existed widely, talking about the innate true energy and the transformation of the mortal body.

It wasn't until Dou Qi was derived and such a realm was born that people truly realized the power of this realm.

To put it simply, in the innate stage, firearms are useless!

Use human power to compete with firearms and never fall behind. You are truly not afraid of being shot by firearms!

The rapidly swinging iron chain was disturbed by the aura and lost its power in an instant.

The ghost raised his sword and slashed away. The bright blade was so sharp that it shattered the iron chain and wiped the clothes of Duanhuntear before slashing through it.

Everyone at Stronghold No. 17 felt chilled. Could it be that the enemy was so powerful...

After all, no blood marks appeared, and Duanhunlei dodged the blade.

His two clenched fists suddenly opened up, his fingers stretched out, and Duanhunlei stepped on the ground quickly, then put his palms on the ground and turned over.

"kill!"

Sanggui seized the opportunity, raised the knife and stabbed straight, holding the rounded gold and steel handle with both palms, keeping his body in a thrusting posture, the sharp blade pointed directly at Duanhunlei's heart.

Duanhunlei finally stopped moving, his eyes were slightly narrowed, staring at the ghost and his knife, and a light blue fighting spirit burst out from the palm of his open hand.

Dou Qi is like the ocean, vast and unfathomable, and like the sky, boundless and unfathomable.

The light blue fighting spirit blocked the tip of the knife, Duanhun Tears counterattacked, and the iron fist blasted out.

Crack, bang, bang.

The sonic boom sounded, and the blade buzzed and trembled. The force of the fist actually broke the aura, split the air, and shook the steel blade.

"good!"

The ghost once again raised his sword in front of him. The broad blade blocked the iron fist, but he retreated slightly.

Buzz!

After all, he had the advantage of weapons, and the confrontation passed quickly. The ghost used his saber to fight fiercely.

"kill!"

The two groups of people shouted loudly and fought hard together for wealth and status.

The brief confrontation between the leaders gave Yan Hengwu hope of victory.

"It is better to shed tears than to shed ghosts!"

Therefore, at this time, we are not thinking about how to protect ourselves, but more about killing the enemy.

Bang bang!

The trigger of the pistol was pulled, and Yan Hengwu shot and killed for the first time after his rebirth.

The bullet followed the trajectory set in his mind and landed on the enemy's weak spot. With a hiss, the bullet broke through the weak fighting spirit and penetrated into the body.

Blood bloomed like flowers, the enemies standing in front of them fell on their backs, and the crowd with red eyes was drowned.

"Haha, I've been in the car for so long, it's just a good time to relax my muscles and bones!"

The mournful ghost was overwhelmed by Soul-Dead Tears, but Zhang Peng freed up his hands to clean up these rabble.

The stronghold is surrounded by stragglers. The reason why no one accepts them is because they are weak, lazy, and have few martial arts skills. Taking them in will only drag you down.

I don't know what the purpose of Sanggui is, but the fighting power of these rabble he gathered is really limited.

"Beat him to death. Behead Zhang Peng. From now on, he will be the second in charge!"

In the crowd, a man wielded a knife, chopped down his opponent, pointed at Zhang Peng, and shouted.

However, what responded to him was a fist with five fingers pressed together.

The thick and powerful fist bypassed the steel knife and hit the man's face hard. The huge gem set in the ring crushed the man's facial bones.

Click, his face was beaten to pieces by fists, and when he died tragically, the man couldn't believe how Zhang Peng's nearly 200-pound body could move so fast and come in front of him, and he didn't know anything about it.

With his hands covered in blood, Zhang Peng howled excitedly, and the morale of his younger brothers was instantly mobilized.

Everyone, just like Zhang Peng's nickname, "White Wolf with Red Eyes", launched a fearless attack on the mob in front of them.

Seeing that scene, one can't help but wonder whether these people really only have one life.

If you only have one life, why do you not cherish it so much? You will chop it off when you say it, even if your head is severed in front of you, you will not even frown.

These guys who have gone through bloody battles are certainly terrifying, but Yan Hengwu's performance is even more outstanding.

In terms of strength, the peak body tempering fighting spirit cultivation level is not comparable to that of most people.

In terms of age and physical fitness, the young Yan Hengwu was far different from these strong and capable men.

But unfortunately, these guys with rich fighting experience and licking blood from the tip of their swords were no match for Yan Hengwu.

It has nothing to do with fighting spirit cultivation or on-the-spot performance. The key is that Yan Hengwu seems to predict the next move of the dozens of opponents in front of him. He can deal with it in advance and kill the opponent with precision.

"Hey, fight with me. In my last life, I was beaten by people for decades and fought in groups. I'm much better than you rookies!"

He pressed the submachine gun against the chest of a master in the Qi refining stage. The man's fighting spirit had not recovered, but the trigger of the submachine gun had been pulled by Yan Hengwu!

The cheerful gunfire of clicking, taking away the opponent's only one life!

Yan Hengwu kicked the opponent in front of him, who was beaten into a sieve, and his bloodthirsty eyes fell on the next person.

Chapter 35 Gang fight, Soul-Dead Tears vs. Lost Ghosts