Doomsday Overlord

"What kind of person has the guts to attack the No. 17 stronghold of the Black Wind Gang, and treat me as a bully?"

After stroking the docile cold-blooded beast, Duanhunlei's face changed, becoming eerie and chilly.

The prisoners of war who were frightened by the cold-blooded beast and ran around took this enemy attack as an opportunity for their own luck. They scanned the surroundings with their eyes, looking for a chance to fight back and get rid of their fate.

How can this kind of careful thinking be hidden from Zhang Peng and Duanhunlei.

Before these prisoners of war could take any action, the fat Zhang Peng and a muscular Duanhunlei had already stood beside them.

Anyone who moved recklessly was knocked down with a punch, lying on the ground and howling unceasingly.

Looking at the face distorted by the pain, everyone was startled, not daring to move, and were pushed 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 it feels good in the hand. Yan Hengwu swung it a few times, recalling the scene of fighting and killing in his previous life, his heart subconsciously surged with enthusiasm.

When a good man swings his knife, he should behead his enemy!

The pistol is much worse. At this time, if there is a good thermal weapon, which one is not equipped with itself and can be given to Yan Hengwu, it is naturally not much better.

Looking at the model of the pistol, Yan Hengwu held back his mouth. This rag cannot even break through the true qi shield of a master in the qi refining period, so it is not practical.

However, with this thing, it can always come in handy at critical times.

The battle outside didn't last long. Some people retreated in intermittently, and the gunfire gradually faded away until it stopped.

There were not many people who retreated, and all of them were seriously injured, with blood continuously flowing from their bodies, including gunshot wounds and knife wounds. Moreover, the more skilled people were, the more severely injured they were, and the fewer people who came in alive.

Looking at such a scene, Yan Hengwu became more and more worried.

"Looking at this posture, the enemy is well prepared. The attack was premeditated. There are a lot of experts and people. There are five or sixty gatekeepers and secret sentries outside, but now, less than twenty have retreated... The situation Not optimistic."

The people in the No. 17 stronghold occupy an absolute advantage, but the other three bosses are not there, and the peak combat effectiveness has been reduced by half.

The other younger brothers also have their own affairs, and there are really not many people left in the No. 17 base at this time.

Five hundred people led by Sanggui finally broke in.

This is not the fighting in previous Hong Kong movies, but a group of fighting masters fighting.

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

The masters standing in front of the crowd waved their machetes one after another, smashing the bullets with their brilliant fighting spirit and knife light, while the gunmen hidden in the crowd shot coldly.

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

The leaders of the two forces finally meet.

Sanggui is holding a long horse-cutting knife, which can really cut off the legs of galloping horses without curling the blade.

The knife was stained with a little blood and smelled fishy.

Broken Mark Tears has changed from the severe and coldness of the past, and his attitude towards humans and beasts is completely different.

To beasts, he uses both bravery and grace, but to humans, he has two completely different attitudes. It can be simply said that those who obey live, and those who rebel die!

Treating the enemy, the hand that breaks the soul and tears is the wheel that crushes everything!

Bang!

Facing the obviously superior enemy, Duanhunlei's body moved, and alone, he rushed towards the Sanggui who was standing with a horizontal knife.

Yan Hengwu clearly saw that the 500 people on the opposite side showed contemptuous smiles.

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

Duanhunlei's iron chain hovering around his arm, like a poisonous snake, flung it towards the mourning ghost.

Sanggui was not afraid at all, the long knife was twirling in his hand, and a mighty fighting spirit burst out, setting off a huge aura.

"This is an innate level of grudge cultivation, and it's unknown whether Sanggui retains his strength!"

What Yan Hengwu's eyesight is, his heart trembles slightly. Compared with refining Qi and tempering body, it is already a completely different level of martial arts.

In the novels of the past, such a state widely existed, talking about the innate qi and the transformation of the mortal body.

It wasn't until fighting qi was derived and such a realm was born that people really realized the power of this realm.

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

Fight against firearms with manpower, do not lose the wind, and truly do not fear the shooting of firearms!

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

The mourning ghost raised his saber to slash at it, the bright blade was so sharp that it shattered the iron chain, wiped his tear-deprived clothes, and slashed across.

Everyone in the No. 17 stronghold felt cold. Could it be that the enemy is so powerful...

After all, no bloodstains appeared, and Duanhunlei dodged the blade with a flash.

The two clenched fists suddenly let go, fingers stretched out, Duanhunlei's footsteps stepped on the ground quickly, and then put his palms on the ground and turned over.

"kill!"

Sanggui seized the opportunity and stabbed straight with the knife, grasping the round gold and steel handle with both hands, keeping his body in a stabbing posture, and the sharp blade pointed directly at the heart of Duanhunlei.

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

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

The light blue grudge blocked the tip of the knife, Duanhunlei counterattacked, and the iron fist blatantly bombarded it.

Crackling bang bang.

There was a sonic boom, and the blade buzzed and trembled. It broke the aura with punch force, cracked the air, and vibrated the steel blade.

"it is good!"

Sanggui once again raised his knife in front of him, the broad blade blocked the iron fist, but his footsteps retreated slightly.

hum!

After all, they had the advantage of weapons, and a confrontation passed quickly, and Sanggui fought fiercely with his saber.

"kill!"

For the sake of wealth and status, the two groups of people screamed and fought hard together.

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

"It's better to mourn a ghost than to shed tears!"

Therefore, at this time, instead of thinking about how to protect oneself, it is 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.

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

Blood bloomed like flowers, and the enemy in front of him fell on his back and was overwhelmed by the red-eyed crowd.

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

Sanggui was overwhelmed by Duan Hun Lei's enemy, but Zhang Peng was free to clean up the mob.

The reason why no one accepts the stragglers that are raised around the stronghold is because they are weak, lazy, and lacking in martial arts. Taking them in will only drag themselves down.

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

"Hack him to death, hack Zhang Peng, and he will be the second master in the future!"

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

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

The fat and powerful fist bypassed the steel knife and hit the man's face heavily. The huge gemstone inlaid on the ring crushed the man's face even more.

Kacha, his face was battered by fists, and when he died tragically, the man couldn't believe how Zhang Peng's 200-jin body could move so fast and come in front of him, but he didn't know anything about it.

With blood on his hands, Zhang Peng howled excitedly, and the morale of his younger brother was instantly mobilized.

Everyone, just like Zhang Peng's nickname, "Red-Eyed White Wolf" launched a fearless attack towards the mob in front of him.

After seeing that scene, people couldn't help but wonder if these people really only have one life.

If there is only one life, why do you not cherish it so much, chop it off as soon as you say it, even if you have a severed head in front of you, you won't even frown.

These bloody guys are certainly terrifying, but Yan Hengwu's performance is even more outstanding.

In terms of strength, the Dou Qi cultivation at the peak of Body Tempering is not as good as most people.

In terms of age and physical fitness, Yan Hengwu, who was in his youth, was far behind these strong and strong men.

However, these guys with rich combat experience and licking blood with the tip of their knives are not Yan Hengwu's opponents.

It has nothing to do with fighting spirit cultivation, and has nothing to do with on-the-spot performance. The key is that Yan Hengwu seems to be a prophet, and he can pre-plan the next move of the dozen or so opponents in front of him, and accurately kill them in seconds.

"Hey, fight with me, I was beaten by the crowd for decades in my previous life, fighting in groups, compared to you rookies, there are too many forks!"

Pressing the submachine gun against the chest of a master in the Qi refining period, this person's fighting spirit has not recovered, but the trigger of the submachine gun has been pulled by Yan Hengwu!

The cheerful gunfire of the click took away the opponent's only one life!

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

Chapter 35 Fighting gangsters, tears of tears vs mourning ghosts