kill!

Two streams of people collided with each other, blood splattered at the junction, and a tragic atmosphere suddenly erupted.

As soon as the battle broke out, Zhang Xiaotian no longer felt that this was a gangster fight, but it was more like an upgraded version of the cold weapon war.

Although the number of people is small, it is even more tragic.

The weapon is swinging, and the move is fatal, either you die or I die!

The gray squirrel helped a gray-clothed man penetrate the crowd at some point. He came to Zhang Xiaotian and the other two approached him. The iron rod in his hand swayed and smashed it hard at the fat man in the middle.

Ah ~!

Zhang Chaoran looked up at the stick that was flying in the wind, howled desperately, his face full of ferociousness. The consciousness in his mind was urging him to resist, but his body seemed to be frozen, motionless, watching the stick hit his head.

"Grass, I'm going to die!" Despair came to my heart.

At the critical moment, a figure suddenly rushed in front of him, and the machete in his hand was cut towards the iron rod. With a crisp sound, the iron rod was swung high.

The figure took advantage of the situation and entered the arms of the man in gray. He stretched his left hand and a black dagger broke open his ribs and inserted it into his heart.

puff!

The big man fell softly and blood spurted in his chest.

"What a sharp dagger!" Li Dahe, who rushed to the fat man only one line later than Zhang Xiaotian, looked at the black dagger held in his left hand and showed a look of surprise.

This dagger is definitely a treasure blade that is hard to find. I don’t know where Zhang Xiaotian got it?

~Ah!

The fat man behind him was still screaming, interrupting Li Dahe's thoughts. He raised his eyebrows and slapped the fat man in the face with a backhand, "You idiot, you're so stupid!"

The fat man was woken up by a slap. He was clever and stared at the corpse on the ground. He suddenly shouted, and his body rushed forward suddenly, and suddenly rushed into the front where the fiercest battle situation was.

puff!

The machete in his hand slashed into the neck of a man in gray. The huge force actually cut off the entire neck of the man in gray, and a head was swept up by a fountain.

The fat man killed one person, his eyes suddenly turned bloody, and he slashed at another disciple of the Grey Squirrel.

Zhang Xiaotian and Li Dahe looked at each other. The fat man was so scared that he could not move just now. In a blink of an eye, he became brave like a bloodthirsty madman. He was too scared!

The two of them were afraid that he would make a mistake, so they waved their machetes and snatched them side by side.

"Fat man!"

Zhang Xiaotian shouted, but Zhang Chaoran was indifferent, and the machete that was waving in his hand almost slashed on Li Dahe.

"Bah! This idiot couldn't take the opportunity to take revenge!" Li Dahe broke out in a cold sweat and cursed in his heart.

"Mad, this kid is absolutely crazy." Zhang Xiaotian had seen this situation in his previous life. Sometimes people are too scared, and adrenaline rises rapidly, which will burst out with amazing violence and courage, but after this period of excitement, you will fall into extreme weakness.

"It's so embarrassing." Li Dahe was a little annoyed.

In desperation, the two of them could only protect the fat man from both sides, one left and one right, to prevent him from being slaughtered when his brain became hot.

The two small leaders who verbally fought before the battle between the Grey Squirrel and the Goshawks did not join the melee at this time, but stood aside and stared at each other. With the strength of their third-level source warriors, as long as they kill each other, the battle would be considered a victory, and the remaining minions were not worth mentioning to them.

However, at this time, both of them were attracted by the battle somewhere in the field, and they saw a fat man, a thin man, and a short man. The three of them formed a finished character formation and rushed in the crowd and were invincible.

The three of them cooperated with each other in a very tacit understanding.

The fat man was extremely powerful, and the machete in his hand kept swinging out, without defending his life to fight for his life, which made many gray squirrels help their disciples to hate their swords.

Logically speaking, the fat man should have fallen down in this way of playing, but his two companions are also powerful. One left and one right, they blocked all the attacks on the fat man.

Both of these leaders are old and have rich experience. Naturally, they can see that the two people on the left and right are truly powerful, and attacks from all directions cannot be defended through them. If it weren't for the protection of these two people, the fat man would not have achieved such a result.

"It seems that these three people are all trial disciples?" The purple-clothed leader thought to himself.

What attracts people's attention is the thin man. Not only did he block all the attacks, he could also take advantage of the situation to counterattack. A black dagger in his left hand looked like a poisonous snake. If he didn't move, he would lose his life as soon as he moved. Each attack would hit the vital point, and one attack would be fatal.

Judging from the fluctuations in his source power, this kid is not even a first-level source power warrior, but there are several first-level source power warriors among the Grey Squirrels who were killed by him.

That short guy was not bad, he actually had a level of first-level source warrior. Although it was not as exaggerated as the thin guy, the knife in his hand swam like a flexible fish, not only blocking the attacks around him, but also blocking several close-knit Grey's first-level source warriors outside the fat man's battle circle in the middle.

The two of them were cleaning up potential dangers for the fat man. Although the fat man had the most fruits of the battle, he was actually the weakest among the three. He was invincible only by relying on the cooperation of brute force and companions.

"Interesting, maybe it can attract my subordinates after the probation period." The man in purple touched his chin and looked at him with interest.

The gray-clothed leader of the Grey Squirrel Gang could no longer stand. Under the influence of these three boys, his own troops were almost unable to hold on.

"Do it!"

His eyes flashed, his body shrank and flicked, like a sensitive mouse, jumped to the eyes of the big man in purple, and slashed the sharp sword in his hand sideways.

Although he is thin and strong, the sharp roar caused by this knife is like a ghost.

The man in purple smiled disdainfully, I have been waiting for you for a long time.

His weapon was a three-foot short spear, and the blade of the spear was one foot. It was polished so sharply and shone with a cold light.

He raised his hand and stabbed the sword against the big knife, and pointed it at the junction of the hilt and the blade on the side of the big knife. This is the weakest point in the knife.

With just a stab, the originally sharp knife suddenly became soft and slid past the man.

The man in purple smiled and was about to take advantage of the victory to pursue him, his face suddenly changed and his body rushed back.

The leader of the Grey Squirrel followed closely, and at some point there was a three-edged thorn about one foot long in his left hand, pointing straight to the chest of the big man in purple.

It turned out that he was a left-handed man, and this triangular thorn was his weapon, and that machete was just used to confuse people's eyes.

"What a sinister guy, no wonder the Grey Squirrel Gang has developed to this day, and there are indeed talents in the gang."

The man in purple clothes was secretly in his heart, and his carelessness was gone.

But just as he was concentrating on alert, the thin figure of the leader of the Grey Squirrel Gang suddenly changed direction, and he turned halfway, and he rushed towards the crowd of people fighting.
Chapter completed!