The gunshots may attract the alliance outside, so Tianlang tacitly used the user to throw his sword, hoping to solve the current six people quietly.

The opponent uses cold weapons to fight, and the troops of Shenyue Pavilion are even more welcome and happy. You should know that they can also use hot weapons, especially Su Jialiang, the leader of the quasi-elder, who can shoot good guns. However, cold weapons are even more good at them.

Moreover, it would be too unsatisfactory to kill such a master with guns, and it would be more interesting to use swords.

talk.

He laughed. The third god of hell couldn't laugh, and his head buzzed with anger. After he calmly landed on the ground, he swept across the stove.

When Ni Jiamao heard the evil wind behind him, he subconsciously rolled to the side.

Sand! The blade passed by his back, and opened a half-foot-long bloody hole in his waist. Ni Jiamao groaned in pain.

When the God of Hell was about to cut out the second knife, he grabbed a vodka bottle, pointed it at the man's head and threw it out.

Bang! The wine bottle was broken, and the god of hell could not dodge and was smashed straight. Then, he shook his body and took several steps back, unable to stand, sat down on the ground, and blood flowed down his forehead.

Ni Jiamao was unreasonable and came to the god of hell with a quick glance.

Originally, he could have killed him with one sword. But this kid was so proud that he was stabbed several times in a row. It would be too embarrassing to kill him like this.

So he held the soft sword in one hand, clenched his iron fist in the other hand, and smashed the head of the god of hell like raindrops. While beating, he also shouted: "I will knock your bastard's head open."

Ni Jiamao is not very old, but he is very ruthless and has super explosive power. If a person's head is hit by five punches, he will probably not be able to survive.

The fist hit the head of the god of hell in succession, crackling and blood beads splattered everywhere. In just a moment, the latter's left eye was swollen and could not open. After two heavy blows, he suddenly opened his mouth and bit Ni Jiamao's neck.

Give it! This mouthful made Ni Jiamao scream in pain, and almost fainted on the spot. He even wanted to punch, but the god of hell used his teeth to tear off a bloody human flesh from his neck.

"Oh." Ni Jiamao shivered all over and chopped off his head with a soft sword with his backhand.

"This idiot, why are you pretending to be a master? You're at a loss now." Su Jialiang cursed in his heart, and stomped his feet in anger.

But after thinking about it, it would be good that this would make him suffer some losses and save him from overestimating his ability in the future and losing his life.

After a while of tossing, the hell god who planted onions in the water tank finally crawled out of the water tank. Although there was heating in the kitchen, it still felt like a chicken fell into a sausage.

The third god of hell, trembling, came to Ni Jiamao again.

This time, Ni Jiamao was not as majestic as before and was caught in a cruel battle with the other party.

Seeing that they were fighting so simply, Su Jialiang wanted to help him. However, when he saw Tan Lang and the two heads and deputy leaders of the Hell God beside him, he dismissed the plan, and they might be even more difficult to deal with.

These sixteen gods of hell could not bear to be idle, and they came to the door after just one minute. However, when the five masters of the Shenyue Pavilion saw this, they immediately exerted their strength and pushed them over.

In addition to Ni Jiamao killing the most people, the best among the four disciples of Shenyue Pavilion is the disciple Zheng Jian.

All Zheng Jian's weapons are Tang swords, but this Tang sword is a bit different from Ren Changfeng's. The tip of this sword is double-edged, which means that it is not only the advantages of the knife, but also the appearance of a sword. This man is 35 years old this year, has a long figure and always holds an iron toothpick in his mouth. Because he always holds such a thing in his mouth, he is not very talkative, and everyone in the cabinet calls him "未分未".

Although he is bored, his swordsmanship is not boring. He is also one of the first people to join the Shenyue Pavilion.

After brushing, two knives slashed over, Zheng Jian shook his body and avoided him.

Before the other party could close the knife, Zheng Jian's foot had already kicked out first, and was hitting the other party's wrist holding the knife, directly hitting the other party's knife to the ground. Before the big man could make the next reaction, Zheng Jian's next kick came again and hit him hard above his head.

The big man felt like his head was hit by a stick, and he fell to the ground, his eyes turned black and confused, and then he didn't know anything.

Seeing this man behaved so bravely, his god of hell was quit.

At this time, two gods of hell rushed to Zheng Jian together, and the two knives were all slashing at him, slashing at Huashan. Zheng Jian took a deep breath, picked up the Tang sword, and crossed his head to take over the other's heavy sword.

Clang! The opponent's Husai sword slashed his Tang sword together. The powerful force slammed Zheng Jian's body and shook it, and he couldn't help but take two steps back. Another god of hell hidden behind him narrowed his eyes and realized that the opportunity had come.

He silently raised the sword in his hand, walked vigorously, and rushed straight to Zheng Jian's back.

Before the person arrived, the knife arrived first, and the blade grabbed Zheng Jian's back.

Zheng Jian heard the evil wind behind him and realized that someone was attacking him behind him. However, the person behind him had his body and knife skills too fast. Zheng Jian's dodging movement was only half completed, and the sword force had already stabbed him in front of him.

Puchi! Although Guan Ting's sword did not pierce his back heart, it stabbed a bloody hole on his shoulder. Its power was so strong that it pierced his shoulder blades and the tip of the sword poked out in front of him.

"Ah..." Zheng Jian groaned in pain, instinctively raised the Tang sword in his hand, trying to slash and attack the god of hell behind him.

But his sword had just been raised, and the god of hell behind had suddenly pulled back to Husa's sword. Then, he jumped high and used the inertia of falling to slash Zheng Jian's head with all his strength.

What a quick knife! This was the only thought that Zheng Jian had in his mind at this time. He didn't have time to think about it carefully. After turning back, he could only raise the Tang sword in his hand over his head to resist the opponent's sword.

When the chuckled! The blade hit his Tang sword hard, and a golden sound that hurts people's eardrums burst out in the kitchen. Zheng Jian retracted his impact, couldn't stand, and he couldn't help but lean back, and retreated backwards.

He retreated quickly, and the hell god behind him caught up faster. Once a master like him succeeded in a sneak attack and gained an advantage, he would never give up his advantage again. He would definitely attack to the end and turn the advantage into victory.

The god of hell took two steps in three steps, rushed to Zheng Jian again, used the same trick again, jumped up, and pointed it at Zheng Jian's head and slashed another heavy knife.

Clang! Crack!

Even though his shoulder was seriously injured, Zheng Jian's strength was not inferior to the hell god behind him. After blocking his knives, the iron toothpick-like thing in Zheng Jian's mouth suddenly spit out of his mouth.

It turned out that this was actually a blowing needle.

I saw that needle hit the other party's eye. This thing is Zheng Jian's trick under the box and is rarely used normally.

Moreover, this thing belongs to the category of hidden weapons, and it is not too glorious to use for a master like him. However, this time the situation is quite special. The combat power of these people on the other side is extraordinary. Moreover, this kid attacked him first. At most, he is taking advantage of his way to do it.

Then the God of Hell yelled for a while and took a few steps back.

Zheng Jian took advantage of the situation, waved the Tang sword in his hand, and slashed it.

The blade flew past, and two long bloody holes were drawn in front of the sneak attacking God of Hell's cheek and chest. In just a moment, half of his face and half of his chest were stained with blood.

The man screamed in pain and retreated again, until his body leaned against the stove before he stopped. But before he could catch his breath, Guan Ting's sword stabbed towards him like a shadow.

There was a sound of thrust from the earlobe, and the cold and piercing blade pierced into his heart, and it burst out from his back heart. The tip of the knife even pushed the big steamer behind it. Without looking closely, you will know that this person will not be able to survive.

Zheng Jian was not healed much at this time. Many wounds on his body, especially the one on his shoulder, were pierced. His whole body looked like a blood gourd, and blood dripped along his clothes to his feet.

In a blink of an eye, ten minutes passed. On the Shenyue Pavilion, two disciples died in battle, and the other three were injured to varying degrees. On the Hell God, dozens of people died in battle, and the remaining six were not much better, and they were all struggling to support.

Seeing this scene, Tianlang frowned...
Chapter completed!