In front of them, Ali and Da Zhuang not only screamed in alarm, but no one thought that Brother Hua would be stabbed. Just as the two people screamed, a ferocious expression appeared at the corner of Na Ling's mouth.

I didn't expect that I would kill Yang Hua first in the end.

But did the knife really stab Yang Hua to death in front of him? Look carefully, the knife that stabbed out fiercely did not penetrate into Yang Hua's body? When Na Ling stabbed in again, Na Ling

It just didn't feel like the knife was stabbing into my stomach. When I stabbed again, there seemed to be something blocking me.

It turned out that Ling's fatal knife just now did not hit Yang Hua in front of him, but hit the belt buckle that Yang Hua was holding.

Just when the spirit in front of him suddenly changed color, he wanted to retract his arm fiercely, but unfortunately Yang Hua no longer gave him any chance.

His left hand was like lightning, and he grabbed Ne Ling's arm. At the same time, he punched Ling's wrist hard with his right fist.

The domineering punch caused Ling's right arm to snap and completely break.

Na Ling felt a heartbreaking pain from his right arm, and the cold dagger in his hand fell to the ground with a clang.

His right hand was trembling and was interrupted by Yang Hua.

At this moment, I have completely lost my ability to resist.

Just when Yang Hua punched and broke one of Na Ling's arms, Ling's left hand quickly came over to block, but his other hand was Yang Hua's opponent.

The flying kick directly kicked the spirit in the head. The spirit was kicked out and fell to the ground. The blood from the whole ear was flowed out.

He stood up from the ground with difficulty. One of his arms was broken, and the other hand was no match for Yang Hua. He stepped back step by step.

What about those eyes that were full of murderous intent just now? At this moment, they turned into a dead gray color.

Yang Hua didn't give him a chance and bullied him.

Na Ling wanted to make a last-ditch effort with his left hand, but when he stretched out his left hand, the dagger Yang Hua had just picked up slashed his wrist.

Blood spurted out, and Ling couldn't help but cry out in pain, but what about Yang Hua? Like a crazy beast, he stabbed Ling's chest with the dagger in his hand.

A direct knife pierced the body of Ling forehead.

"This knife was for my brother 13."

Yang Hua said coldly, his eyes bursting with endless hatred.

Then Yang Hua drew his knife and continued to stab.

Puchi was another stab.

"This knife was for the good people you killed."

Puchi was the last blow.

"This knife is meant to kill you."

All three knives stabbed Naling's chest fiercely, and the blood flowing out of his chest had already dyed the entire ground red.

Na Ling's left hand stretched out and grasped Yang Hua's shoulder tightly. The unwilling hand stabbed into the flesh of Yang Hua's shoulder and head.

But? He is still dead. His chest has been completely stabbed by Yang Hua, and even his intestines have flowed out.

The left hand that tightly grasped Yang Hua's shoulder slowly fell down. There was still unwillingness in his eyes, but his body still fell to the ground with a plop.

dead.

The spirit is dead.

This vicious man who once made every person or organization in the world feared died under Yang Hua's knife.

Yang Hua stood there covered in blood, and the dagger in his hand was stained with scarlet blood. He looked like a bloody man.

As he stood there, a cold wind blew on him.

Yang Hua slowly turned his head, threw his bloody dagger on the ground with a clang, and without looking at the corpses of the earth spirit, Rakshasa, and Char, he slowly walked towards the darkness.

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Da Zhuang and Ali both followed Yang Hua silently in front of him, walking into the darkness. No one knew what Yang Hua was thinking in his heart at the moment. No one could tell what happened in the last moment.

When he killed the most powerful spirit in the battle, was he happy in his heart? Or something.

But what does it feel like? It’s a sense of endless loss and global vicissitudes.

No one knows what all this is for? Logically speaking, Yang Hua should be excited when he solved his biggest enemy, but he was not. It seemed as if there was still a heavy stone weighing on his heart.

The battle that night finally came to an end with the tragic death of the general, as well as the death of the entire spirit and Rakshasa.

During this period, the defeated army under the general was almost scattered to pieces by the Melka organization. Some soldiers were shot to death, while others escaped from Somalia early.

The one who won the greatest victory was undoubtedly Yang Hua and his team.

Especially Namerka, they reoccupied the capital of Somalia, symbolizing the complete end of the era of that general's rule.

In this battle, Melka also sacrificed a lot of people and soldiers. There was no other way. The Melka organization, which did not have enough firepower, could only use the human sea tactic to fight against the general's men who were in a panic at that time.

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As a result, Mogadishu was occupied by people from the Melka organization.

As for Yang Hua and the others? Apart from the serious injuries of his brothers and himself, there were no major casualties. This is undoubtedly worthy of excitement.

At this moment, inside Muhan's palace, the ashes left by the bomb were still rising, and the blazing building was burning there.

In the open square, Melka's soldiers were carrying corpses one by one, including the corpses of the general's soldiers and the corpses of their own people. They were carried over in piles and placed there.

The corpses had become cold and miserable, and they were dead in rows.

Looking at so many corpses, Bai Songren said with emotion: "It would be great if there was no war in the world."

When he said this sentence, the brothers next to him not only nodded.

"Yes, regardless of victory or defeat, war only brings damage." Jiang Zifang also sighed.

Two old men, two veteran soldiers, who were also heroes on the battlefield back then, were almost buried in the flames of war. They sighed together and said.

Looking back on the past, they not only shared a sigh of relief.

"I don't know how Brother Hua and Brother Zhuang are doing over there," Zhang Dabiao said worriedly in front of him.

I saw Zhang Dabiao sitting on the side just sitting on the cold stone steps, holding something wrapped in cloth in his hand.

The wrapped thing, which was about the size of a watermelon, still had faint traces of blood on it. Standing next to this guy, you could still smell the smell of blood.

What exactly is this guy holding in his hand? We don’t know.

"I believe Yang Hua will be fine." Bai Songren said with a slight smile over there.

"Why are Mr. Bai so sure?" Zhou Xiaoquan asked there.

Just listen to Bai Songren say slowly: "Yang Hua's power has now reached a level. Without his power alone, I dare say that there are very few people in the underworld who can be his opponent. Besides, don't forget

There is still a demon inside him."

"As long as he lives, the devil will not let him suffer any harm, because the devil still has a blood contract with Yang Hua."

After Bai Songren said this, the brothers were all stunned.

"Yes, what Mr. Bai said is right. Brother Hua is already so awesome. If there is help from the monster in his body, let alone one spirit, even two spirits will probably not be a problem." Zhang Dabiao said with a smile in front of him.

explain.

"But I'm always worried about my eldest brother. I'm afraid that the demon in his body will have any side effects on him." Lin Yi blinked in front of him and said.

"I don't know, maybe I can only know if I ask Yang Hua." Jiang Zifang said on the side.

"I guess Brother Hua will be here soon. I'll show this to Brother Hua first, hehe." Zhang Dabiao in front of him suddenly raised the bloody thing he was holding in his right hand and said.

I saw Zhou Xiaoquan in front of me punch Zhang Dabiao on the back.

"Your uncle's, that's a human head, do you think it's a football? Don't put it around, put it on the ground quickly." Zhou Xiaoquan cursed there.

It turns out that the round thing in Zhang Dabiao's hand turned out to be a bloody human head. Yes, if you open the cloth he was wrapped in, you will find that the thing in Zhang Dabiao's hand is actually a bloody head.

Sparkling human head.

Whose? Of course it belongs to the general.

While several people were talking here, they suddenly heard a voice from the place in front.

"Is he Yang Hua?"

"Really? Is this person Yang Hua?"

When the Melka soldiers who were originally sitting in the open square saw the three figures walking from a distance, they all stood up as if they had seen the leader, and praised them.

Their eyes looked at the three people walking slowly in front of them with reverence and admiration.

The one walking in the middle was Yang Hua, who was covered in blood. His face was cold and heartless, and he was just walking there without any joy of victory.

Next to him were of course Da Zhuang and Ali.

One is a burly and muscular man, but now he is indeed covered in blood, and even the white shirt inside is dyed blood red. The mere posture of such a macho man is intimidating.

The other one was Ali, who still looked the same, with a pale face and a wolfish nature all over his body.

Come slowly.

"They are the same group of people who helped us defeat the general."

"Did you see that the one walking in the middle is their boss? His name is Yang Hua. He is a very powerful thief."

"Really? So mighty?"
Chapter completed!