: Destroying flowers with a harsh hands

"kill!"

The Black Tiger King waved his hand and spit out a cold word "kill".

"kill!!"

Before the sword hand of the Black Tiger Camp could be taken, another voice of a woman shouting to kill came from a distance.

Yang Jun, the Black Tiger King, Suo Xian, and the black-clothed knife hand were looking at the direction where the shouts of killing sounds came.

At first glance, many people took a breath.

I saw a large number of women rushing overwhelmingly at this time, some of whom were holding torches and some carried lanterns. In the fire, thousands of women could be seen holding swords and swords in their hands.

"No! Gangmaster! I'm afraid everyone from the Rakshasa Sect has come online..."

Suoxian's face turned a lot whiter.

The Black Tiger King's face also became extremely ugly.

Yang Jun also frowned slightly.

How could the Rakshasa Sect gather so many people so quickly?

This question was a common question in the hearts of more than a hundred people present, but at this time there was no time to guess the answer. The Black Tiger King waved his hand back and unwillingly squeezed out a word from his teeth: "Remove!"

With a command, the people from the Heihu Camp retreated immediately.

"No one left! Kill them all!!"

The leader was actually August Feng Feixue, and the person who gave this order was the dark night beside August Feng Feixue. This man took the lead in chasing with a sword in his hand. He actually used his light skills with all his strength, left the others behind from afar, and chased them first.

At this time, the talents from the Heihu Camp retreated to the foot of the wall and had not yet climbed to the wall.

"You retreat!!"

Suo Xian glanced at the Black Tiger Camp swordsman who was riding a ladder up the wall, and measured the distance and speed of the Black Night Bingliang. He gritted his teeth and said a word and turned around to snipe the Black Night Bingliang.

"Kill and kill!!!"

At this time, the shouts of the Rakshasa people were getting closer and closer, and the huge sounds seemed to wake up the whole night. The silent night actually made people feel the boiling noise.

Seeing thousands of women coming, Yang Jun could not relax his frowns, and it seemed that his actions tonight were destined to be unsuccessful.

Now that he turned around and pulled his feet and began to retreat to the wall. When he rushed to the wall, Yang Jun once again used the skill of flying eaves and walking on the wall, stepping on the wall step by step, step by step, step by step, and then step by step. After four steps, he climbed to the wall of the wall again.

After getting on the wall, Yang Jun did not leave immediately, but stood on the wall and turned around and quietly looked at the Rakshasa sect who was dying overwhelmed by the overwhelming slaughter.

"Ding bee..."

At this time, the communicator on Yang Jun’s wrist suddenly rang. Yang Jun raised his wrist and glanced at the number displayed on the communicator screen. It turned out to be the believer of the Huaji.

Seeing that it was a call request from the believer of Huaji, Yang Jun pressed the answer button.

"Retreat! The Rakshasa Sect has gathered thousands of people, and we have no chance..."

As soon as Yang Jun pressed the answer button, the voice of the believers of the Huaji was heard from the communicator. However, the believers of the Huaji stopped before they finished speaking.

Perhaps because he heard the loud shouts of killing from Yang Jun, the believer of Huaji changed his tone and asked in confusion: "What's wrong with you? Why is it so noisy?"

Yang Jun's lips bent slightly and he replied softly: "The thousands of people you mentioned have come here, why do you think it's so noisy?"

In the communicator, the voice of the believer of the Painted Gaul silenced, and after a while, he said, "Retreat! Don't be killed by a group of women's swords. It's embarrassing..." "Is it you?"

Before the voice of the believers of the Painting Ji fell, the voice of August Feng Feixue quickly approached Yang Jun. The word "you" sounded, and August Feng Feixue, who had a human body and snake tail, had already arrived 7 or 8 meters away in front of Yang Jun. His eyes were staring at Yang Jun with a smile and murderous aura.

"What's wrong?"

The believers of the Huaji seemed to hear the voice of August Feng Feixue, and the voice of inquiry came from the communicator.

Yang Jun did not answer, and gently pressed the communicator with his right hand, and the call with the believer of Huaji was hung up.

August Feng Feixue did not jump up to the wall, and she didn't need it, because the python snake tail on her lower body was more than ten meters long, and the snake tail was erected on the ground, and her upper body was more than two meters taller than Yang Jun who was standing on the wall.

She was killed by the Mandarin Duck Sword Demon before, but not because her martial arts skills were not as good as those of the Mandarin Duck Sword Demon, but because the Mandarin Duck Sword Demon was a trick - eight-step series of slashes. She rushed to fight at that time, and before she could actually achieve 30% of her martial arts, she was instantly killed by the Mandarin Duck Sword Demon on the spot.

The Mandarin Duck Sword Ghost killed her today, but the situation at that time did not allow the Mandarin Duck Sword Ghost to absorb the essence of August Feng Feixue's natal essence. Therefore, although August Feng Feixue died once just now, after resurrection, she ate a big revival pill, and her skills were immediately restored. She not only developed ten success powers at this time, but also merged with her eighth-grade phantom beast Golden Python. You must know that the level of the phantom beast and the level of the player are the same. The eighth-grade phantom beast is equivalent to a player with eighth-grade skill. The eighth-grade golden python, because of the special nature of the golden python, the eighth-grade golden python's strength is even above many eighth-grade players.

In other words, after August Feng Feixue and the eighth-grade golden python merged, their skills were at least doubled, or even more. Moreover, when they fought, the golden python's python's python's python could attack her opponent as she wanted. During the last time in the Ghost Gods and Fairies and Demons Competition, Yang Jun was beaten to pieces by August Feng Feixue's snake tail.

"Are you a member of the Black Tiger Gang now?"

August Feng Feixue looked at Yang Jun and suddenly glanced at the Black Tiger Gang master who was besieged by thousands of people under the wall. He asked Yang Jun this question.

As soon as the question was asked, Yang Jun had not answered, she took action. The snake tail on her lower body suddenly bounced, and the snake tail hit the ground and suddenly bounced. August Feng Feixue suddenly flew up, and August Feng Feixue, who had soared into the air, raised her hands at the same time, and two flying needles wearing white lines flew towards Yang Jun.

At the same time, her snake tail that rose from the ground also yelled at Yang Jun on the wall.

Yang Jun was still the same habit as before. When fighting, he didn't look at the opponent's moves. His eyes just stared at the opponent's eyes. Although it was in the dark, Yang Jun still saw August Feng Feixue asking the question just now, his murderous intent flashed in his eyes. His eyes first looked at his chest and then glanced at his lower body. Seeing that look, Yang Jun's feet immediately moved and moved more than two meters in an instant, not only avoiding August Feng Feixue's flying needles, but also avoiding her snake tail.

At this time, Yang Jun still didn't look at her hands, feet and snake tail, and his eyes were still staring at her eyes tightly.

Two moves failed. August Feng Feixue's tail wrapped around the wall and went up to the wall. At the same time, she leaned forward and immediately narrowed the distance with Yang Jun. Her hands shot out a flying needle again.

Yang Jun's long sword flashed twice, blocking her flying needle, but her palms followed her and blasted towards Yang Jun's chest.

Yang Jun turned the vulture sword in his hand and the sword tip cut her snow-white wrist.

"Dangdang!"

The vulture sword was slashed on her hands, but it made two sounds of gold and iron collision. Yang Jun saw that the surface of her hands was suddenly covered with a layer of golden scales, which were very similar to the scales on her snake tail.

Really invulnerable?

Yang Jun's eyes shrank, but the vulture sword in his hand once again cut off the snow-white wrist of August Feng Feixue.

"Dangdang!"

Jianfeng was blocked by August Feng Feixue's hands again, and her hands were covered with golden scales.

"Oh!"

August Feng Feixue chuckled sarcastically.

"Si..."

Amid the chuckle of Feng Feixue in August, an abnormal sound rang out at the same time. Yang Jun's vulture sword cut off her palms, and the cut palms immediately fell down.

"ah?"

August Feng Feixue exclaimed with pain mixed with exclamation. "Puff..."

Yang Jun was in a state of power and took three steps in a row, then hugged August Feng Feixue's delicate body, and his vulture sword had already stabbed seven consecutive swords into August Feng Feixue's abdomen without any hesitation.

Holding the perfect body of the August Feng Feixue fascinating all living beings, Yang Jun’s vulture sword in his right hand was not sympathetic at all. He stabbed in again and again, pulled out again, poked in again, pulled out again, pulled out again, and...

"Ah? Sect Master..."

"The Master of the Sect..."

"Sect Master!!"

When many women from the Rakshasa sect saw this scene, they burst into tears. The people from the Black Tiger Gang had almost killed them, but their sect leader was killed and killed again...

Their sect leader was killed twice in front of them today.

"Well killed!"

When the Black Tiger King was stabbed into his body with more than a dozen swords at the same time, he looked at the August Feng Feixue who was stabbed into his abdomen by Yang Jun with one sword and one sword on the wall. There was a hint of pleasure in his eyes. Although he was bleeding from his mouth, there was a smile on his lips.

The snake tail on August Feng Feixue's lower body quickly disappeared and soon separated from her phantom beast. When her legs appeared, a golden python that was more than 20 meters long fell off the wall. A blood hole seven inches of the python was gushing outward.
Chapter completed!