The arrogance of the city

Chapter 758
Just as Song Luoshen and Song Chaoge boarded the flight back to the north.

Outside the North Gate.

The war is in full swing.

"I heard that the Dragon Team is the most elite army in the Dragon Kingdom, and even ranks among the best in the world. The underworld is dark and impermanent. I want to ask for advice today."

After Bai Wuchang knocked the dragon soul into the air, Hei Wuchang, carrying a terrifying sickle, followed closely behind.

"Protect the General!"

As the dragon team that draws materials from Wanjun, it has adopted the choice of excellence. Since its establishment, it has maintained a scale of 20 people, which is one-third less than the 30-member Dragon Soul and Dragon Soul.

But this mere 20 people formed a world-renowned sharp knife.

From the beginning of its establishment, the goal of the Dragon Group is to be able to do what others can. Since its establishment, it has completed countless arduous tasks that are almost impossible to complete in and outside the country. It is recognized by the world as one of the most powerful special forces. one.

Although the achievements are impressive and the reputation spreads far and wide, but facing this man wearing a black hood and carrying a blood-dripping sickle on his shoulders, almost all members of the dragon team, who are almost all super soldier kings, dare not take it lightly.

In the midst of a chaotic battle, swords and guns have no eyes, and they have to guard against the high-level officials of the underworld who are still attacking and killing. In order to protect the safety of the general, the dragon team did not dispatch all the members. Six members exchanged winks. Each held their weapons tightly and slowly walked out of the queue.

"six people?"

There were only 20 people in the dragon team, and six people were dispatched, which was enough to show the importance and fear of Hei Wuchang, but Hei Wuchang twitched his eyebrows, and seemed to be a little dissatisfied.

"Nigger, I thought Bai Wuchang was the one who loves to play cool, but I didn't expect you to be. How many more do you want to fight? If there are more, I'm afraid you can run away with your broken knife."

A teasing laugh sounded, and Punishment Evil Si Yin Luohua also descended on this battlefield.

Although Hei Wuchang is not as aloof as Bai Wuchang, and he often laughs and laughs in the underworld, but as one of the two envoys of ecstasy, he can't be a good guy.

Being ridiculed like this, his face immediately turned cold, and anger appeared in his eyes, but when he looked around, he saw the figure of Punishment Sima Miao, he curled his lips resentfully, and stopped talking.

Of course, people in the underworld don't have any theory of pity and pity, but as the only woman among the four judges, Yin Luohua and Meng Po are naturally closer.

There are people in the court who are good at being officials.

Hei Wuchang naturally planned to take out the anger he received from Yin Luohua on the members of the dragon group.

"Come, come, hurry up, don't you see that my sickle is already hungry and thirsty?"

He took the sickle off his shoulder, and at the same time, twisted his body unconsciously. Those who are familiar with him know that this is the harbinger of his intention to kill.

"Hei Wuchang, pay attention to your tone of voice, this is the north gate of the Dragon Kingdom, not your underworld!"

The six members of the dragon team had sharp eyes and surrounded him. They had to keep the danger out of the general's safe range.

"Nigger, come on."

Yin Luohua had no intention of helping, and after a slight pause, she chose to move on.

Her body was like a falling flower, extremely light, but there was a cold light in her eyes. Seeing this, several Dragon Soul members also chose to rush towards her together.

At the same time, Hei Wuchang has already started fighting with the six members of the dragon group with the Death Scythe.

His frightening scythe is made of some kind of metal, and it reflects a cold and cold light under the light. Moreover, just by sight, one can tell that the weight of this sickle must be extremely amazing, but it fell on Heiwuchang. In his hand, it seemed to be as light as nothing, and it didn't affect any of his actions at all. He stepped forward and appeared in front of a member of the dragon team in an instant.

The right hand rotates, and the sickle slashes forward vigorously. The terrifying scene is as if a real ecstasy has come to the world from hell.

"call!"

The wind howled.

The sharpness of this scythe was obvious to all members of the dragon team when they were watching the battle from the rear, and they were not so stupid as to choose to resist.

Without hesitation, Long Jiu, who was first targeted by Heiwuchang, leaned back. At the same time, his legs kicked off the ground suddenly, and his body shot backwards, narrowly avoiding the fatal blow.

"Heiwuchang, it's our turn!"

As a few strands of hair fell in the air, Long Liu, who had been preparing secretly not far from Long Jiu, seized the opportunity and shot up suddenly. His right leg was like a fully charged spring, and suddenly exploded towards Hei Wuchang's body. back.

"boom!"

The scythe hit the ground, making a deafening noise, and cracks appeared on the ground instantly. The dragons were all super soldier kings, and the most important thing was their well-coordinated, connecting with each other without giving Hei Wuchang much room to dodge.

Of course, if Hei Wuchang chose to abandon the knife, he might be able to avoid this blow, but he obviously has no such plan.

Lifting the scythe that had been smashed into the ground again, Long Liuru's leg had already hit him on the back.

Hei Wuchang staggered forward immediately.

But only staggered a bit.

"Long Guolong Group, it's not too much!"

He wiped a trace of blood spilling from the corner of his mouth, stood up straight again, and looked around at the six super soldier kings standing in front of him, the bloody aura gradually condensed and diffused,

As Hei Wuchang of the underworld, the number of people who died in his hands was more than tens of millions?
The murderous aura around him can make people suffocate and tremble with just a little guidance.

Even the members of the dragon group, their eyes changed slightly.

Feeling the murderous aura that was still gathering, the veteran dragon soldiers knew that they couldn't give the opponent a chance to raise their aura to the top.

"on!"

Shen shouted.

After all, they are super sharp knives that stand out among millions of troops. Although their personal strength may not be as good, they definitely do not lack courage and courage.

The six people had a well-organized division of labor, as if they had a tacit understanding, without any communication, they attacked and killed Heiwuchang from six directions at the same time in different ways.

That speed is like six bolts of lightning striking the same spot.

Hei Wuchang grinned, his smile was horrifying, he didn't care about the three people behind him, he stomped wildly, wrapped the rolling yellow sand with the scythe in his hand, and slashed from bottom to top!
The six members of the dragon group thought that he would dodge. As long as he dodged, they would never let him take the initiative again, but they never expected that Hei Wuchang, who is the core high-level of the underworld, would adopt a life-threatening style of play.

Blood was flying.

A shrill sound suddenly sounded.

"Thirteen!!!"

The super soldier king ranked thirteenth in the dragon group was split in half, and died tragically on the spot. Long Liu and Long Shiqiu couldn't bear it either.

The armor on Long Liu's body was already broken, and a thin line of blood could be seen on the exposed skin, almost being disembowelled.

And one of Long Shiqi's hands broke suddenly, and the blood flowed unstoppably, but this was indeed a man, even though his forehead was sweating coldly, he gritted his teeth tightly and kept silent.

Of course, Hei Wuchang was not unscathed, especially when he had a firm foot on the back of his neck. If it was an ordinary person, he would have died long ago, but this guy gasped for a while holding his sickle, and after the drowsiness gradually faded away. , and soon stood up again.

He spat blood on the ground, and resisted the sickle again.

"Who else?"

(End of this chapter)