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Four or ten minutes later, Fang Jun looked at Shuaijun's stronghold with a wry smile.

The defense line built by more than a hundred handsome army brothers seemed weak, but they couldn't break through two consecutive tide-like shocks. The two sides fought fiercely in front of the stronghold. The personnel kept howling and fell, but they couldn't move each other. half a step.

Fang Jun sighed softly, shook his head and said, "Shuaijun, he is really an army of steel!"

Tang Tianao took a few steps forward, and said coldly, "It's hard for people to see, but it's still hard for me."

Fang Jun frowned slightly, knowing that he was going to hurt someone with a poisonous needle again. Although Fang Jun was not a hero, he was ashamed of using the poisonous needle secretly, so he stretched out his hand to hold him and smiled, "Young Master Tang, this kind of Why do you need to be dispatched in such a small situation? Just let your subordinates handle it! Come on, and change to the third group of people to attack."

The fighting Tang Sect members heard the order and immediately retreated in an orderly manner, while the hundreds of disciples who were recharging their energy immediately made up for it, retreating and advancing seamlessly, showing Fang Jun's strategy as a general. After two rounds of counterattacks, hundreds of The Yu Shuaijun brothers have already killed and injured 30 people, but the remaining 70 people are still stubbornly defending.

Looking at the enemy approaching again, the leader of the handsome army tore off his sleeves to bandage the wound on his arm, and then raised his machete and roared: "Brothers, hold on, the young commander can kill 3000 people from the Tang Sect with 6000 people; hall master Du can kill [-] people with [-] people!" Brother Yu has inflicted heavy damage on hundreds of enemies, so can't we defend this three-foot area?" The seventy handsome soldiers shouted back in unison: "Yes! Yes! Yes!"

Seventy voices merged into a long dragon and echoed at the gate of Shuaijun's stronghold, causing the Tang Sect gang to slow down the attack slightly, with a little respect in their eyes, some people deserve respect even if they die, even if he is an enemy, Fang Jun thinks the same, Helplessly exhaled a few breaths, but still waved: "Kill!"

Hundreds of Tang Sect gang members pressed on like wolves and tigers.

The leader of the Shuai army waved his machete expressionlessly, and thirty of the most elite brothers rushed up, the machete slashed at the enemy without showing any weakness, and adopted the method of killing each other. They often do not dodge or dodge, but counterattack while the enemy is stunned.

Exchange wounds for enemy lives.

This way of fighting shocked the Tang Sect gang members. They always had lingering fears in the face of those who regarded death as their own, but the remaining blood still made them continue to charge. Fang Jun also shook his head lightly. It was too tragic. After this shock, thirty The brothers of the famous generals were basically killed in battle, and nearly 70 Tangmen gang members were killed or injured.

Fang Jun said lightly: "Surrender! I will give you a way out!"

The leader of the handsome army responded calmly: "We only court death, we never surrender!"

Fang Jun sighed softly, waved his hand, and the fourth round of impact began.

Although the remaining forty Shuaijun brothers looked thin, the Shuaijun leader did not show any expression, the machete was still held high and swung the knife, as before, the thirty Shuaijun brothers jumped forward, pointing their blades at the hundreds of Tang Sect gang members in front of them. , So the two sides fought loudly and fiercely, and the swords and swords were still fierce.

When the two sides separated, there were only two Shuaijun brothers left, standing proudly with their swords covered in blood, as if they could fight again at any time, more than 40 people from the Tang Sect gang also fell down, but facing the two people in front of them, they did not fight again. Instead of shocking, he glanced admiringly, and retreated slowly under Fang Jun's signal.

The corpses piled up on the ground turned pale under the washing of the rain.

Faced with such an iron-blooded man, Fang Jun felt a little painful from the heart, looked at the commander of the handsome army and sighed: "You are left with twelve people, and I have a hundred brothers who did not fight. You have no chance of winning at all, why bother to pray?" What about blocking the car? Forget it, get out of the way, and we will let you go."

The leader of the handsome army raised his head high, the rain was pouring on his head, slowly flowing down his cheeks, and then dripping into the ground full of blood, he looked around at the brothers around him, and said with a proud smile: "To enter the stronghold, Unless you step on our corpses, half your life will be left in front of you."

Fang Jun was very helpless, and shouted to them: "After you die, I will definitely bury you!"

"No need! Brother Shuai Jun will naturally be buried by Shuai Jun, but after Hall Master Fang dies, I will ask Brother Shuai Jun to bow for you!"

A voice came from behind Fang Jun and the others. Although he was not full of energy, it could pierce through the sound of the rain and reverberate in everyone's ears. The remaining handsome brothers showed absolute respect and obedience. Jun's heart moved slightly, could it be Chutian?So he and everyone turned their heads and looked back.

It was cold and windy, and in the dimly lit street, a figure seemed to be filled with endless explosive power. It flashed like a ghost between the parked vans, and suddenly attacked and attacked the Tangmen gang who were chasing after it. Fierce, with unexpected moves, who else could this person be if not Chu Tian?Fang Jun is indeed a rare general. He attacked Shuaijun's stronghold. He was afraid that he would call for rescue if Shuaijun couldn't stand it, so he asked his men to drop a lot of iron nails at various lanes a few kilometers away to stop Shuaijun from attacking. The rapid support of the army, so Chutian and their convoy broke down within a few kilometers.

Chu Tian was worried that the stronghold would be lost, so he raised his knife and killed him on foot.

Although Fang Jun has arranged more than 50 gang members on the periphery, and they occupy the most advantageous location and the large number of people, but in the face of Chutian's ferocious attack, he was unable to grab the encirclement in a hurry. Between him and the gang, wherever he went, there were always people who fell to the ground and were injured.

Fang Jun looked at the light and saw that he was a young boy. Although his hands were very fierce, his gestures were full of mechanical beauty, elegant and beautiful. The most astonishing thing was his changes. The landing point is always the weak point of the enemy's pursuit. There is Jiayi chess.

Every move is unexpected, leading the blocking gang to walk by the nose.

Chutian?Chutian!Fang Jun nodded affirmatively.

Fang Jun was also a general who fought countless battles in his life, but he was not as good as Chu Tian's martial arts. Chu Tian's martial arts had reached the point of perfection, and even in the midst of life and death, he still exuded a sense of elegance and composure. Unrestrained and light, pleasing to the eye, this kid is really a century-old genius.

"Dang! Dang!"

He swung the two blades that were attacking Chutian away with the machete, then turned around and jumped out, moved between the two enemies, and the tip of the left palm swept the enemy's face one after another. On the bloody street, Chu Tian took advantage of this man to soar into the sky like a bird, and three times in a row, he rolled and landed on the top of the van.

The four members of the Tang Sect gang followed closely behind and also jumped on the car, but before they could stand still, Chu Tian counterattacked and easily injured the two of them, forcing the other two to fall back to the ground. They kicked over, and dozens of Tang Sect gang members were aroused bloody, rushing from the front and sides like a tide.

Chu Tian raised his hand and threw the machete, which hit the front enemy's chest. After the man screamed, he fell to the ground and died. Chu Tian flashed Minghong's saber with his backhand, and slashed out with great fighting spirit, cutting off the machete of the rushing enemy. , and then hit the enemy's chest, the three-inch long wound gushed out blood, and the attacker fell to the ground with the knife.

I'm afraid he still can't figure out how he died when he got to Yincao. Chutian's ferocity is what he has seen in this life. A wet fallen leaf overturned the roof, fell slowly from the eaves, and fell powerlessly in front of him, as if it had also died. Knowing that this person's life is coming to an end, so I came to be with him.

Chu Tian had already deeply experienced the cruelty of fighting. The usual fighting moves between masters were useless here. He could only use the most primitive, direct, simplest and most effective method to kill and avoid being killed. He basically has no mercy in his moves, and his moves are fatal.

Fighting in the rivers and lakes is a death game to see who gets hurt more.

This street is Chutian's performance. More than 50 members of Tangmen's gang were killed and turned on their backs. Fang Jun looked at the remaining 300 people on his side and felt that the attack tonight was full of variables. At this moment, his mobile phone vibrated slightly , After picking it up and looking at it carefully, I felt like retreating, and hundreds of handsome troops will come soon.

He knew how powerful Shuai Jun was, so he shouted to the gang: "Get ready to retreat!"

The well-trained members of the Tang Sect gang moved slowly to the side.

Tang Tianao showed anger, and rushed towards Chutian with clenched fists.