A cold lightning flashed, and a blood mark appeared on the neck of a member of the Vietnamese gang in front. As a drop of blood splattered on their bodies, the blood finally stopped dancing, but gushed wildly.

Since I have tasted the beauty of blood, why not have a good meal more attentively?

Cold Yingyue was unscrupulous, her light surged, and blood kept pouring on her body.

The battle at the headquarters of the Daquan Gang continued, but it was about Zhang Yunqing who wanted to see the most.

After a bloody kill, the number of people was at a disadvantage. The members of the Daquan Gang, who were quite frightened, retreated step by step and finally retreated upstairs.

On the safety stairs, the two sides fought layer by layer, defending and attacking slowly advancing upwards.

Looking at the situation clearly blocking it, Zhang Yunqing smiled brilliantly.

Walking into the lobby, Zhang Yunqing sat leisurely on the chair in the lobby. The screams and shouts from the stairs had no effect on him, and even asked his subordinates to make a cup of hot coffee for him.

He firmly believed that even if other branches of Daquan Gang wanted to come to rescue, they would not be able to arrive in a short while. However, this "instant" was enough for him to take over the headquarters of Daquan Gang.

Because, he believed that the group of people he brought this time had such strength.

Unfortunately, he miscalculated Tang Feng's strength. The living power of the Daquan Gang was indeed constantly disappearing in repeated battles, but Huaxing Society did not. Canada is not far from the United States, and the 500 elite troops from North American Hall were already on the way, and it would not take long to arrive here.

When the light disappeared, more than a dozen Vietnamese members screamed and flew out quickly, and the banging sound of heavy objects falling to the ground one after another.

Looking at the scene created by a fierce sword and the airflow caused by the sword wind, many members of the Vietnamese gang around couldn't help but take a few steps back.

I looked up again and wanted to kill him, but how many people were left behind in more than a hundred people around me?

The Vietnamese gang members looked at the corpses piled up on the street, their pupils contracted, and finally they looked frightened, and gradually spread on their faces.

Faced with such perverted slaughter, dozens of survivors finally woke up from the heavy reward.

Is this true that a man killed their group of more than 100 people, killing and injuring most of them?

Even though there were many companions in the headquarters that had not yet come out, they still felt a heart-wrenching chill. The bloody and cruel scene in front of them was really something that could be created by an ordinary person with flesh and blood?

No, this young man covered in blood is simply the devil's clone on earth.

Looking at the other party walking forward step by step with a slight smile, the surviving Vietnamese gang members swallowed violently.

As the momentum was released, the survivors retreated step by step and no longer dared to take the initiative to attack and surround the opponent. Yes, it would be better to say that it was suicide than to say that it was a joint force to surround the opponent.

Thinking of the reward that "killed the big circle gangs, gained territory and rewarded tens of millions of dollars" just now, they no longer dared to expect it.

If you don’t even have a life, can you still enjoy this power and wealth from God?

Looking at the scene of moving forward and retreating, Zhang Yunqing had the urge to kill. The one who had been moving forward was actually a few dozen people who were retreating. The Vietnamese gang's face was thrown away by these guys.

Could it be that he will fail again this time?

Unexpectedly, a young man appeared in front of him at this time.

When he calmed down, he saw that it was Wang Yunlong!

"Wang Yunlong, you bastard! What are you doing?" Zhang Yunqing couldn't help but curse, but after he cursed, he felt very regretful. If Wang Yunlong wanted to take his life, he could only accept his fate.

Wang Yunlong was too lazy to bird him, so he picked up a saber on the ground and rushed towards Shura.

The saber and the battle sword interspersed in the air, magnificent, but it exuded a cold and cold breath that even members of both sides could clearly feel.

The two of them fought hard and their energy was everywhere.

The moment the attack passed, the energy that was like the essence of the sword made Shura's wrists obviously cold, which made his eyes narrow deeply.

Wang Yunlong's feeling was completely opposite to him. He felt the heat surprisingly, but the saber in his hand did not stop at all.

His feet paused on the ground, swept forward, and a cold sword thrust across the air.

Shura even took off the knife quickly, and even had a bright smile on his face, staring straight at the clear but cold face behind the cold beam.

There was another loud bang, and the sword was impartially hitting the opponent's saber's blade.

This time, Wang Yunlong's body did not retreat as expected. He just as the knife swept across the ground again, and he waved his knife to Shura's ribs.

In a pause, the stone railing suddenly cracked open. As the figure moved sideways, the stone exploded violently. As the gravel flew, a strong airflow turned the air over and overturned the air as the saber passed by.

My body was slightly wrong, just stepping on the outer edge of the stone railing, and below it was a height of more than 100 meters. The "cold shadow" blocked in front of it, and the knife light exploded as it hit.

As the strong airflow blew over, Shura smiled brightly and exerted a little force on his right foot. His whole body, which flew backwards, suddenly rushed towards Wang Yunlong like a big roc spreading its wings.

One was on the ground and the other was in the sky, and two blades exploded over the head again, sparks flew everywhere.

Shura's front flip was steadily landed while leaping. Wang Yunlong's body, which was originally slanted, rotated twice on the ground to stabilize.

Four strikes passed by, and the moves were strong, but they were in the middle of lightning.

Immediately afterwards, Shura's body took the initiative to run towards the other party, and the sword in his hand slashed the air, covering the other party with a wisp of cold light.

Wang Yunlong raised his eyebrows and rushed out without hesitation. The saber in his hand brought a stream of light.

Two elegant figures fought fiercely together, revealing arrogance and determination.

"Click Climb"

As the Cold Blade hit, Shura fought calmly, and Wang Yunlong also took the initiative.

The two of them quickly interlaced with lightning, without a moment of stopping, and the cold light burst out and sparks flew everywhere.

Shura smiled, but Wang Yunlong didn't take action, but his fierce force and calm attitude made him look at him with admiration.

roar!

With a clear roar, the light of the sword suddenly surged up and rushed towards Shura. The cold light transformed from the cold blade in his hand transformed into two channels, two channels transformed into four channels, and four channels transform into eight channels.

In an instant, the sky was filled with bright cold lights, the brightness was not inferior to the bright moon that had already climbed out of the clouds in the world, and each one pointed directly at Shura's vital body.

Killing move, a very powerful killing move!

Feeling the cold light in front of you, Shura smiled indifferently, and the sword illusioned a blade flower, stepped forward and struck, and illusory perfect arcs passed through the sky.
Chapter completed!