Mortal Cultivation: Portable Space

The wolf Da Biao's mouth moved, and he said with a sly smile: "Old Yang, are you really stupid or just pretending to be stupid? Of course, I am interested in your entire territory."

"You are really dreaming. Aren't you afraid that the wind will blow your tongue away? Who gave you the courage to destroy my medicine gang with just the people you brought? My medicine gang has been passed down for hundreds of years and has existed until now. It is not something you, Wolf Da Biao, can destroy just like that! Besides, aren't you afraid that we will both suffer losses and be picked up by others in the end? I advise you to withdraw with your people as soon as possible." Yang Wentian was so angry that his face turned blue, and he said angrily.

"Haha, Old Yang, you don't have to threaten me. I'm not a three-year-old child. How can I be scared by you? If you are afraid of both suffering losses, then you can take all your people and withdraw from Qingzhou. Then I will withdraw my troops. What do you think of this, Old Yang?" Wolf Da Biao shouted with a big laugh.

At this time, Lang Da Biao was not moved at all, as if he had already defeated Yang Wentian, and no one knew what cards he had.

"It's unreasonable, you are simply bullying me too much, all right, no more talk, let's fight." Yang Wentian was so angry that he turned around and left with his sleeves thrown.

At this time, a man from the Medicine Gang walked out, who should be a small leader, and he shouted fiercely: "Archers, get ready."

With a whoosh, fifty or sixty people walked out of the crowd, all holding bows and arrows, and the arrows were aimed at the crowd below.

The wolf Da Biao on the opposite side snorted coldly with an ugly face, and shouted at the same time: "If you don't accept the toast, you will be punished. Brothers, kill them for me."

As soon as he finished speaking, the dense crowd shouted and rushed upwards.

At the same time, the leader of the Medicine Gang also shouted with a murderous look on his face: "Shoot."

The more than 50 archers immediately shot down arrows with their bowstrings, and the crowd below also suffered many casualties. For a while, the members of the Tianlang Gang retreated again.

When Lang Dabiao saw that his own side was suffering heavy casualties from arrows, his face turned ashen, and he immediately ordered the people around him: "You go, let the people of the Black Snake Gang raise their shields and rush up first. If they dare not go, kill them without mercy."

"Yes, I obey your order!" The man turned and left.

Not long after, more than a hundred people appeared below, holding shields and rushing up. Although these more than a hundred people also suffered heavy casualties, they were really rushed to the front. At this time, the more than 30 people in the front suddenly felt that the ground under their feet loosened, and then the ground began to collapse. Everyone fell into a large pit, and the pit was covered with steel nails more than a foot long. These people died quite miserably.

At this time, the wolf continued to shout with a fierce look on his face: "Send me another 200 people."

In this way, after the Tianlang Gang lost nearly 300 people, they finally rushed to the top of the mountain. The two groups finally collided with each other. Suddenly, there were flashes of swords and shadows, shouts of killing, and fresh lives turned into corpses.

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At this time, more than 50 people came not far from the bottom of the mountain. These people looked at the battle above, not knowing what to do next, and then they all looked at an old man.

These people were Wu Fan and others who had rushed to arrive after several days. Although they came non-stop, they were still late. It was impossible for them to meet up with the Yao Gang now. If they rushed up now, they would definitely be surrounded by the enemy's rear row, so these people all looked at Liu Lao, waiting for him to give orders.

"I know there is a forest on the back mountain of the villa. We can go around from the back and then find an opportunity to kill in," Liu Lao said after thinking for a while.

Then Liu Lao took the lead and walked towards the back mountain, and the others followed closely.

Half an hour later…

At the back mountain of the villa, more than 20 people from the Tianlang Gang were guarding here. Among them, a short middle-aged man with a pointed mouth and monkey cheeks said to the others: "I say you don't be so nervous, okay? The gang leader asked our team to guard here because he was afraid that someone would support the Medicine Gang. But think about it, the Medicine Gang is now trapped in a jar, and sooner or later we will kill them all. Who would dare to come to save them?"

"It's better to be careful. Don't forget that some subordinate forces of the Medicine Gang haven't come yet," one of them replied.

At this moment, a sword light fell from the sky. The thin middle-aged man's eyes widened. He felt like he was flying up, and then fell to the ground. He saw a person in front of him. He felt very familiar with this person, but he didn't remember him for a while. He looked up and saw that this person had no head, and the neck was still "chi chi" spurting blood. Then the man fell in front of him. At this time, he remembered that this was my own body. He felt very sleepy and wanted to sleep. Finally, he was replaced by darkness.

Liu Lao looked down at the head that he had chopped off with a sword, then kicked the head away with a foot, and then shouted: "Kill them for me."

More than 50 people rushed out of the woods and surrounded the twenty or so people of the Tianlang Gang in the middle. The twenty or so people were trembling with fear. One of them shouted: "It's death anyway, brothers, kill them!" Then he rushed towards those people.

A moment later...

Wu Fan looked at the twenty or so corpses in front of him, his stomach churning, because this was his first time killing someone, and he had just killed two people. It would be a lie if he wasn't afraid.

At this time, Old Liu came over, patted Wu Fan on the shoulder and said, "Don't be afraid, it's like this for the first time, you'll get used to it in the future."

"Well, the disciple is fine. Master, what should we do next? Should we rush over?" Wu Fan said after swallowing his saliva.

"We will see the situation. We must fight our way out of a gap and try to move forward," replied Old Liu.

At the same time, the battle in front of the villa had entered a fierce stage. Both sides were already killing each other. From time to time, a figure fell in a pool of blood.

At this moment, a man shouted, "Yang Wentian, do you dare to come and fight?"

Yang Wentian looked forward and saw that the wolf was slashing people to the ground one by one, and he was walking towards him without stopping.

Yang Wentian was furious and shouted loudly, "Why not!" He ran over and the two of them fought in an instant.

The two were both top masters, and no one dared to get close to where they were fighting. The wolf Da Biao used his inner strength and slashed at Yang Wentian with a knife. Yang Wentian held a long sword in his hand and raised the sword to block the long sword. There was a loud "clang" and the two separated in an instant. Then Yang Wentian used his inner strength, jumped up with his feet on the ground, and stabbed directly at the head of the wolf Da Biao. The wolf Da Biao rolled on the ground and dodged directly, then raised his knife and rushed towards Yang Wentian again. In this way, the two of them fought back and forth, and it was hard to tell who would win.