Senior brother, stop it, you are the villain!

The ones who attacked were naturally Feng Shao's special operations team.

Although there were more enemies this time than in the two battles in Ziqing Mountain, the weapons produced in Wuling City could play a greater role because the alleys were too narrow and crowded.

And the situation was just as Feng Shao expected. Only a few dozen anti-infantry mines could directly deal with hundreds of monks. In the chaos, the grenades that suddenly fell from the sky harvested hundreds of heads. However, after two rounds of attacks, the originally mighty sneak attack team has now become a pile of minced meat.

As for the enemies who had been ambushed in the surrounding courtyards earlier, they were discovered by the special operations team early. With a deliberate plan, they used a round of grenades to launch a fire attack when they were about to attack, and directly defeated them. Except for dozens of monks who survived because they flew into the sky in advance, the others were no longer a concern.

As for those who flew into the sky, they were also no longer a concern in front of the sniper rifle.

At Shao Guang's command, the special operations team members raised their sniper rifles and fired at the enemies flying in the sky. The other side had never seen such a weapon, and was confused for a while. One after another, the monks fell to the ground screaming.

More than a dozen people risked their lives to rush to the special operations team, trying to kill the enemy in close combat. However, before they got close, the powerful firepower of the submachine guns turned them into a hornet's nest.

As for the few monks with long-range attack methods, their attacks were blocked by Feng Shao and Liu Shou respectively, and they could not cause any damage to the special operations team at all.

In fact, although the losses of the sneak attack party were heavy, with hundreds of deaths and nearly a thousand wounded, the others still had the strength to fight. However, the weapons in Wuling City, which were obviously different in style, scared them.

In the past two days, they also heard about the battle in Ziqing Holy Land, but most of them did not take it seriously. After all, it didn't sound true that more than 20 people resisted a hundred times the enemy and killed and injured most of them. But now, they suddenly felt that the news they heard these days was very likely to be true.

The enemy is very powerful, it is very likely true.

Chongyang Sword Sect and Xuanlei Sect were killed by the enemy at the foot of Ziqing Mountain, thousands of people, it is very likely true.

The enemy knows evil magic, it is very likely true!

They will die here, it is more likely to be true!

Various rumors kept pouring into their minds, and their determination, which was already shaken by the death of many fellow disciples, was hit hard. They listened to the deafening explosions and gunshots, trembling all over, their faces pale, and their eyes were filled with deep fear.

A disciple who had just entered the sect for a few years and was now only at the Tongmai Realm took two steps back, but suddenly felt something strange coming from under his feet. He subconsciously looked down and saw a piece of arm being stepped on by him, and the fingers were still trembling slightly. Next to the broken arm was a head, with eyes wide open, looking at him with his eyes wide open.

At the same time, a weak groan was heard nearby, and a red-clothed Chongyang Sword Sect disciple whispered to him for help: "Save me..."

Instantly, his mind went blank.

A few seconds later, he suddenly let out a heart-wrenching scream, full of fear. He turned and ran in the opposite direction, screaming as he ran. Because he was too flustered, he suddenly stumbled and fell heavily to the ground. But he immediately jumped up and continued to run.

With the first person running away, the second one was not far away.

Fear spread rapidly like a virus, filling everyone's mind in an instant. More and more people joined the fleeing team, so there were more screams among the howling, groaning and cries for help.

While Shao Guang and others watched this scene, their expressions remained unchanged, and they continued to pour the ammunition in their hands indifferently.

In just half an incense stick of time, the Chongyang Sword Sect and Xuanlei Sect monks who had wanted to take advantage of the night to capture nearly a thousand disciples of the Ziqing Holy Land were either dead, injured or fled, and no one was left standing in the field. The sound of gunfire that had been lingering in everyone's ears, full of the breath of death, finally stopped.

Seeing that the enemy had been dealt with, Shao Guang and others put away their weapons and lined up in front of Feng Shao. Shao Guang shouted to Feng Shao: "Report to the city lord, the enemy has been repelled, please give instructions!"

Feng Shao nodded: "Everyone has worked hard, let's take a rest!"

"Yes!" The special forces saluted in unison and then dispersed.

The Ziqing disciples looked at this scene and felt like they were in a dream. As disciples of a top-notch sect, they had seen a lot. But this was the first time they had seen such an iron-blooded team. They were obviously not at a high level, but why could they kill so many people without changing their expressions?

A Ziqing disciple couldn't help but murmured in a low voice: "Such a person is a friend, not an enemy, it's really great."

The people around him nodded subconsciously when they heard his words, and they agreed with him.

If you go against such a person, you will die without knowing how you died.

The Wuling City Special Operations Team only took half an incense stick of time to eliminate nearly two thousand aggressive monks. All this was so incredible, but it really happened in front of everyone. This gave the disciples of the Ziqing Holy Land, who had suffered from the drastic changes in the sect and the tragic deaths of their fellow disciples, new hope rose in their hearts.

With such a powerful ally, why worry about not being able to recover the holy land?

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That night, the battle in the alley alarmed the Lord of Hanyang City. The Lord of Hanyang City immediately brought people to investigate the situation, but found that everywhere he could see were broken walls and ruins, and blood and flesh were everywhere. The Lord of Hanyang City and his guards had also seen the scenes of monks fighting, but they had never seen such a bloody and terrible scene. Suddenly, their scalps tingled and cold sweats ran down their bodies.

The Lord of Hanyang City swallowed his saliva subconsciously, took a few deep breaths, and then turned his head with a slightly trembling voice and asked: "Old Song, what do you think about this?"

Behind him, a middle-aged man wearing a scholar's hat said with a bitter face: "Lord Lord, I think this should be a fight between sect monks. Judging from the clothes of the dead, they should be from Chongyang Sword Sect and Xuanlei Sect. It's just that these two major sects have always had a good relationship. Why is this so, I really don't understand."

Since no corpses wearing other clothes were seen at the scene, many people present subconsciously thought that this was a fight between Chongyang Sword Sect and Xuanlei Sect. Although the scene was a bit bloody and weird, it was indeed the biggest possibility. Of course, there is another possibility, but they all think that possibility is too low.

Who can kill so many people at the same time without losing a bit? If it was a great man in Taiqing Realm and Dujie Realm, it shouldn't be such a scene!

After discussing with the middle-aged scholar, the Lord of Hanyang City thought that no matter who did it, they should report the matter to Tiangang Sword Sect first.

After making the decision, they took their people away. But before leaving, the Lord of Hanyang City subconsciously glanced at the only intact mansion at the scene, with a look of awe in his eyes.

Then he left in a hurry, looking anxious, as if he was afraid of being haunted by some ghost.

A few days later, the battle in the alley was not only known to Tiangang Sword Sect, but also spread to Chongyang Sword Sect, Xuanlei Sect and Ziqing Holy Land. After hearing this news, the reactions of various forces were different.

Tiangang Sword Sect immediately sent Yan Haoran, the head of Yuheng Peak, and led a group of disciples to the alley to contact Ziqing Holy Land smoothly. And it was at this time that Tiangang Sword Sect finally knew that the mysterious man in black who had committed three consecutive "bloody cases" was actually the special operations team of Wuling City.

For a time, Wuling City's status in the eyes of Tiangang Sword Sect was on par with other top-notch forces.

After learning about this, Chongyang Sword Sect and Xuanlei Sect chose to remain silent. They did not express any opinions or views to the outside world, nor did they intend to condemn a certain force. If the disciples of Chongyang Sword Sect and Xuanlei Sect who were outside were not recalled to the mountain, outsiders would probably think that nothing had happened.

When the news reached Chu Qing's ears, Chu Qing laughed wildly, cursing while laughing: "Yang Hao! Gong Shenglong! I told you to abandon me, and all you have encountered is your own fault! You deserve it! You really deserve it! Hahahaha! There are still too few deaths, and more should be killed!"

After venting, Chu Qing finally recovered from his wild laughter. He panted and supported the table, and his face showed a ferocious look involuntarily.

No one knows that the reason why he laughed so wildly was not only because he felt happy for Yang Hao and Gong Shenglong's misfortune, but more importantly, he was afraid.

Yes, he was afraid, very afraid. He was afraid that these murderous devils would suddenly sneak into Ziqing Mountain one day and kill him, the self-proclaimed saint. He now has his own power and his own confidante. When he had nothing, he was more ambitious than the sky and more courageous than anyone else. But after having all this, he began to cherish his life and was extremely afraid of losing it all.

But he was unwilling to admit his fear, even in his heart, so he had to use wild laughter to cover up the fear in his heart.

But after laughing wildly, the fear was still like a maggot on the tarsal bone, and it could not be driven away.

No! I can't just sit there and wait for death! I am the real son of destiny. Sooner or later, the whole world will be mine! I want to fight back! I want to let those people know who is the one who is protected by the way of heaven!

Thinking of this, he shouted loudly: "Someone come! Someone come quickly!"

A moment later, a disciple rushed in and asked hurriedly: "Excuse me, what does the Holy Lord want?"

Chu Qing narrowed his eyes slightly and said word by word: "Send someone to Jiuyou Holy Land to meet that guy Xin Ruxiong! Tell him that I agree to his conditions!"