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Yan Hua and Wu Feng jumped out of the window one after another. Looking at the Red Star Gate disciples gathered outside, a strong sense of tension surged in Wu Feng's heart. These disciples were wearing uniforms of the Red Star Gang, with serious expressions and various weapons in their hands, forming a dark mass of people.

"Cheng Feng really had foresight!" Wu Feng couldn't help but sigh.

He admired Cheng Feng's foresight even more. This appointment was less of a negotiation and more like a horn sounding for a bloody battle.

Wu Feng knew that the Hongmen had come out in full force tonight, with all members participating in the operation.

They were divided into two factions: Cheng Feng was responsible for the Red Star Gang in the east of the city, while Wei Zhuang was responsible for the Black Snake Gang in the west of the city. This meant that they had taken the initiative to declare war on the two gangs, which was not a decision that ordinary people could make. It required strong confidence.

When Wu Feng thought of the fierce swordsman Wei Zhuang, a trace of fear rose in his heart. He had fought Wei Zhuang before and deeply felt the power of the opponent's swordsmanship. The sharp sword energy, the flexible and varied moves, and the impeccable swordsmanship skills made Wu Feng realize that he still had a long way to go.

Wu Feng took a deep breath, tightly gripped the weapon in his hand, and looked at the surrounding enemies with firm eyes. Looking at Yan Hua in front of him, Wu Feng was disdainful, but he would not relax his vigilance.

The two stood with their swords, their eyes like torches, with an unquestionable murderous intent, as if they were two sharp blades that could penetrate the night and reach people's hearts. The surrounding air seemed to be frozen by this strong fighting spirit, and even the wind seemed to hold its breath.

"Hongmen, tonight, let's make a final break!" Yan Hua's voice was low and powerful, every word seemed to be squeezed out of his teeth, full of determination. The long sword in his hand trembled slightly, making bursts of sword sounds, which was a desire and excitement for the upcoming battle.

Wu Feng stood opposite Yan Hua, his eyes equally sharp. The tip of his sword drooped slightly, but it did not weaken his aura in the slightest: "Compared to him, your sword is not sharp enough."

A trace of anger flashed in Yan Hua's eyes, but it was quickly replaced by calmness: "How do you know if you don't try?"

Wu Feng smiled slightly and said, "I want to see what you are capable of." With that, he suddenly swung his sword, the sword's momentum was fierce, like a gust of wind and rain, attacking Yan Hua.

Yan Hua flashed his body and dodged Wu Feng's attack. He took advantage of the situation to swing his sword, the sword's momentum was like a rainbow, directly stabbing Wu Feng's throat.

Wu Feng dodged sideways, and at the same time swung his sword to block Yan Hua's attack. The two of them came and went, not giving way to each other, and for a time it was difficult to distinguish the outcome.

Their figures intertwined in the darkness, the sword light flickered, and the sword energy crisscrossed. Every confrontation was a life-and-death struggle, and a slight carelessness would lead to death.

As time passed, both sides gradually exhausted their physical strength. But they still gritted their teeth and persevered, neither willing to take a step back.

Finally, after a fierce confrontation, Wu Feng and Yan Hua each took a few steps back, panting heavily. Their eyes were still full of hostility, as if they were ready to attack again at any time.

There is not much difference between the late stage of blood refinement and perfection. Both sides have good swordsmanship skills, and every sword strike is a test of their own lives.

A three-foot green sword, life hangs on it.

Yan Hua and Wu Feng seemed not to see the Red Star Gang disciples around them. Their eyes only had each other, only the swordsman duel that was about to end.

"Kill!" With Yan Hua's violent shout, the two of them suddenly burst out, their blood energy running and blessing them, rushing towards each other like two bolts of lightning.

The sword light flickered, the sword shadows crisscrossed, and every strike contained endless murderous intent and power.

Their swordsmanship was sometimes fierce like a storm, and sometimes agile like a dragon playing in the water, making it difficult for the enemy to figure out and even more impossible to resist.

The confrontation between the swords was like the focus of the entire battlefield. Yan Hua and Wu Feng, two swordsmen masters, at this moment brought their respective skills to the extreme.

Their movements were smooth and tacit, as if they had been rehearsed thousands of times. Every collision of the sword tips stirred up visible ripples of sword energy. The stone bricks under their feet and the surrounding debris were shattered, making it difficult for people around to join in.

The Red Star Gate disciples were shocked by this powerful aura and stopped, not daring to step forward easily. They had never seen such a thrilling swordsmanship duel.

Yan Hua's attack was like a storm, every sword was powerful and heavy, trying to defeat Wu Feng with overwhelming power. Wu Feng, however, was known for his agility at this time.

His swordsmanship was like a dragon playing in the water, always able to avoid Yan Hua's offensive at the most critical moment and find an opportunity to counterattack. The two people's swordsmanship restrained each other and complemented each other, forming a breathtaking picture scroll of sword dance.

"Good swordsmanship!" Yan Hua couldn't help but exclaimed in the fierce confrontation. His eyes showed recognition of Wu Feng's strength.

Wu Feng raised the corner of his mouth and responded, "Likewise, Brother Yan's swordsmanship has also opened my eyes."

At this moment, with a burst of rapid footsteps, the Hongmen disciples began to approach. They held various weapons in their hands, their faces filled with solemnity and fanaticism. As long as there was a battle, there would be merit and hope of becoming a superior.

The outermost ones were still the disciples of the Three Halls. All the remaining hundred people from the Black Wind Fortress battle entered the Human Gate, one can imagine how envious and jealous the people around were.

And now there is another opportunity. They are all from the bottom, covered in mud. Who would be willing to be inferior?

Yan Hua and Wu Feng seemed not to be affected in any way. Their eyes were more firm and their swordsmanship was more fierce.

The Red Star Gang disciples who were originally surrounding the two also began to rush towards the Hongmen disciples' path. Their eyes flashed with fierce light, holding various weapons in their hands, rushing towards the enemy like a pack of wolves.

These people were all strictly trained gang members. Their combat skills and cooperation were excellent, and every movement was full of murderous intent.

On the other side, the Hongmen disciples fearlessly met the enemy. They wore black uniforms, held long knives, and their eyes were firm and cold. There was close cooperation between them, and every attack was as fast and accurate as lightning, making it impossible to resist.

This battle was extremely fierce, with both sides coming and going, not giving way to each other. Every moment someone was injured or fell, but no one retreated. This was a battle of life and death, and only the victor could survive.

Under this dark night sky, shouts of killing and the sound of swords clashing intertwined, forming a thrilling symphony. The whole scene was bloody and tragic, making people shudder.

However, for these gang members, this was their way of life. They were used to killing and bloodshed, and had long put life and death aside. In this world, power and status were the most important, and they would do anything for it.

Tonight, there was no probing, only slaughter. Both sides went all out, using the most cruel means to fight for victory. This was a war with no retreat, and only one side could survive.