Perspective master mixed city

Chapter 255 Reverse again
"Crack!"

"Crack Kacha!"

……

In an instant, hundreds of mercenaries with large weapons in their hands surrounded the crowd, immediately loaded their bullets and opened the safety, as if they were demonstrating in line with Wu Long's words.

"Aaron, hehe, you also know that they are mercenaries! Since they are mercenaries, what are they planning? Of course they are seeking 'money'!"

Wu Batian faced the black muzzles of the guns without the slightest mess.

"What did you say?!"

Wu Long is not a fool, from what Wu Batian said, he faintly realized something.

"You're not too stupid! Hahahaha..."

Wu Batian laughed out loud.

"Each person's heavy reward of 30 Huaxia coins, 3000 people, that's... Let me do the math, it's 3000 million! You spend [-] million to start a big show to force the palace to abdicate, which is considered a big deal!"

Wu Batian put on a show and snapped his fingers to tell Wu Long.

"How...how did you know?"

Wu Long could no longer calm down now. If Wu Batian knew the big secret of the price he negotiated with the mercenaries, then he would definitely not sit still. Could it be that he has...

"How do I know? You don't have to worry about it. You just need to know that your kind and generous father, Wu Batianwo, promised them a huge price of 100 million yuan per person after their work is completed. Oh, that's a total of [-] million. Huge sums of money, to make them turn against the water, in the end, the person who knows the current affairs is a hero, who the hell has a grudge against money? Brother mercenaries, do you think so? Hahahaha..."

After Wu Batian finished speaking, he waved his hand and asked with a big smile at those vicious mercenaries.

"Ashamed! Mr. Wu Long, our brothers, we live a life of licking blood on the edge of the knife and hanging the scythe on the second child. Originally, we didn't want to turn against the water, but the price offered by Mr. Wu Batian was too tempting. People, one hundred brothers, no two words, all chose the same road. Don't worry, there is a way to steal. We still don't bother to do it if you eat two families. Moreover, your money has not been paid, so , Let’s cancel our deal!”

A short, fat man who should be the head of the mercenary shrugged at Wu Long in embarrassment.

"There is also a way to steal? Huh, you f*ck eat (shit) and go!"

Wu Long was furious, and cursed: "Since this is the case, today, I will fight to the death with you! Thirteen death guards, come to me!"

Wu Long, who was already out of control, pulled out a dagger from his waist, commanded the thirteen expressionless living dead, and rushed towards Wu Batian.

No one present would be foolish enough to stand in place and be harmed by Chi Yu. Immediately, they spread out quickly with Wulong Wu Batian as the center, leaving a large open space.

Among the crowd, Ye Kai and Chu Feng were not fools, and this was not the time for them to intervene.

What's more, for an evil (religion) like the Witch God Sect, if one dies, one will be killed, and everyone will be punished!
"call--"

"call--"

The inter-area battle begins.

The first ones to change were the two death guards who rushed to the front. Their bodies were like the two people who offended Wu Batian before, and they were ignited with raging flames for no reason. Bu then fell to his knees, turning into a fiery man, approaching, his whole body scorched black, and fell to the ground.

The death guard is worthy of being a death guard, and he didn't make a sound when he was dying.

Immediately afterwards, the sounds of micro-chargers, shotguns, and quick-shooters (guns) were endless, and the bullets greeted the remaining eleven death guards as if they didn't want money.

"Da da da da..."

All of a sudden, flesh and blood flew everywhere, which was extremely tragic.

The death guards are indeed fearless of death, and the pain-sensing nerves around them have already been soaked and broken by the venom, but they are flesh and blood after all, and they still have the most basic bodily functions.

Therefore, in the case of an average of ten guns aimed at a death guard and pouring bullets at the body of a death guard, although those death guards are unparalleled in their swiftness, they are also extremely difficult to compete with steel gunpowder.

In a blink of an eye, out of the thirteen death guards, only three or four were left lingering.

However, the Thirteen Death Guards, who can be regarded as an important trump card by Wu Long, are not soft persimmons that can be kneaded (kneaded) by others.

The distance between the death guards and the mercenaries is not far, and their movements are fast. In a short while, the death guards were shot to pieces, but at least half of the mercenaries were also killed by these who can no longer be called human beings. The death guard of the death guard either threw a dagger through the heart, or was directly cut open by the death guard who rushed to the front...

time flies.

In less than 2 minutes, the originally extremely chaotic scene had slowly calmed down.

On the field, almost none of the thirteen death guards could maintain a complete body shape, and the worst one was beaten to pieces.

The nearly fifty mercenaries were all dead or wounded, even if the dozen or so were slightly injured, they probably died soon after being poisoned by the death guards.

Wu Batian was under the protection of the three voodoo corpses, intact, and even these three voodoo corpses did not go into battle to kill the enemy, but only used those mercenaries as cannon fodder.

Wu Long's right chest was pierced with two terrifying big blood holes, and the blood was flowing out, but fortunately, these two wounds were the most serious, but they didn't hurt the vitals. Can survive.

Come to think of it, those mercenaries also focused all their attention on the death guard, who was neither human nor ghost, and did not have time to attack Wu Long, their former employer.

"Aaron, you have done such a rebellious thing. As a father, you can only kill your relatives righteously, so as to boost the glory of my witch god! Now, let my father send you a ride!"

With a heartbroken look on his face, Wu Batian walked slowly towards Wulong who was not far away under the protection of three Gu corpses.

"Hmph, hahahahaha..."

The bloody Wulong smiled instead of anger, coughing up blood while laughing.

"Tiger poison does not eat son! Wu Batian, you actually want to attack me now? Okay, okay, you want to be a bitch and set up a memorial archway, right? Since you want this reputation, then let me see, you How are you going to get through this!"

After Wu Long finished speaking, he slowly took out a paper-like scroll from his bosom, and slowly opened it in front of everyone.

"This...is it..."

When Wu Batian saw the nameless scroll, he was shocked and speechless.

All the Gu doctors on the spot, including a few knowledgeable ones, saw the unnamed scroll, and their eyes also shone with hot light.

"The ancient great witch, the scroll of avoiding death personally bestowed by the powerful shaman of Wushan!"

While coughing up blood, Wu Long sneered at Wu Batian and the crowd, "Seeing this scroll is like the arrival of the great Shaman of Wushan! I don't ask the priests of Gu Dao of the Wu School to obey orders, but everyone who holds the scroll must Don't use sword and ax to save their lives, otherwise, you will be against the entire witch sect Gu Dao, and you will fall into the abyss forever!"

Wu Long pointed to the ancient characters on the nameless scroll and began to read word by word, with an extremely strange expression on his face.

"Father, if you don't believe me, you can send someone to verify the authenticity of this death-preventing scroll! However, don't try to snatch or destroy it. You must know that if you kill me, you will be disrespectful to the ancient great witch. Even if you want to take the Witch God Sect as the foundation and rise up, you should at least consider the consequences of doing so, right? Hahahahaha..."

"Okay, good son, this move, as a father, I really didn't expect that you...you could get the scroll of avoiding death personally bestowed by Wushan Lie Dashaman! Hmph, okay, I won't take my life, you go, From now on, don't appear in Miaojiang again!"

The death-preventing scroll naturally doesn't have any mana and sorcery, but Wu Batian can't order the killing of the person holding the death-preventing scroll in public, otherwise, as Wu Long said, it would be disrespectful to the ancient great witch. That way, even if no one resisted on the spot, he would be criticized afterwards, which would be very detrimental to his future plans.

"Then Wulong would like to thank Father for his gift! Hmph!"

Wu Long snorted coldly, clutching the death-prevention scroll tightly, got up from the ground, turned his head and prepared to leave.

Survive first, as long as you save your life, you will have a chance in the future.

Fortunately, by chance, I accidentally obtained this death-prevention scroll personally bestowed by the ancient great Wu Shanlie. Today, I was able to escape this catastrophe by chance. Perhaps, this is God's will!

And if his father, Wu Batian, knew that his son Wu Long had such a thing, he might have killed him without waiting for him to take it out, right?

However, the rejoicing and fluke in Wu Long's heart only lasted for less than 20 seconds.

Just when he turned around and was about to leave, the right hand that was holding onto the nameless death-preventing scroll suddenly trembled, and then, under the watchful eyes of everyone, the right hand broke from the wrist directly on the land.

All this happened so suddenly, so suddenly, Wu Long even just felt a numb pain, and then the right hand had already left his body!

"This this this..."

"Shh!"

Before Wu Long could say his surprised lines, he felt a coolness coming from his neck, and then his consciousness began to blur, his eyes went dark, and he didn't know at all.

"Grumbling..."

One second after Wu Long's right hand broke, his head also fell to the ground from the well-placed neck, and rolled to the side like a basketball.

A second later, the blood spurted out from Wulong's severed neck.

Several Gu doctors who were still close to Wulong suffered disaster immediately, and their bodies were sprayed with the color of fresh blood.

Everyone watched this scene of reversal again in silence.

But a young man with a very ordinary appearance came out from behind Wu Long, picked up the death-preventing scroll from the ground, and at the same time retracted the full moon scimitar that had just been raised and lowered.

"My lord father, Wu Long is a traitor. How could he try to usurp the throne and kill his father? The child Wu Feng has already brought him to justice!"

As the young man walked towards Wu Batian, he clasped his hands and told him.

(End of this chapter)