Qu Yixiong was also a little impressed.

As soon as the chaos began to break down, someone started to yell.

"Don't listen to his nonsense. We are just fighting for the interests of the southern suburbs!"

"Kill it!"

"Boll it all!"

"Who dares to sneak away, kill you without mercy!"

Many people pulled out their knives and drove people out of the periphery, squeezing forward layer by layer, and the people in the front row had to rush up.

The large army was finally rushing up, but the overall momentum was average, obviously affected by Yang Jin's words.

Someone took the opportunity to slip away, but was killed on the spot, scaring the people next to him.

Zhao Dezhu shook his head when he saw it: "This is obviously just a duck to be put on the shelves!"

Du Yong came to him and said lightly: "There are many ducks and there are many wolves, prepare for the fight. No, I think you should find a good place first and pretend to be dead while lying down."

Zhao Dezhu was very dissatisfied: "I need to pretend to be dead?"

Du Yong chuckled and said, "It's good that you have confidence."

Yang came to Du Yong and pointed to the crowd below: "Although their momentum is not very good, there are enough people. I guessed that there were only a few hundred people at most, but I didn't know that there would be thousands of people, so it would be difficult to bear it later."

Du Yong pulled out the dagger from his waist, sighed, and said, "Many people will die tonight!"

Zhao Dezhuqi said: "Where is the big axe? Why don't you take it?"

Du Yong looked at him squintedly and sneered: "This is not a small battle of dozens of people, but a battle of thousands of people. Do you want to be exhausted when you take an axe? I don't know how to axe magic now."

Under the command of Qu Yixiong, Mo Xing and others, everyone started to throw stones. Without finding angles, they could easily hit people, but the people below could also slash them with a knife. It was difficult to kill people with a stone, but it was OK to hurt them.

After a few rock rains, there were screams from below, but they did not stop their charge. Soon someone killed uphill and fought against the officials.

Qu Yixiong personally blocked a hole, and one came up and knocked away one with his palm wind. He actually beat the person backwards four or five feet, spraying blood mist in the sky. The scene can only be described as cruel.

Mo Xing and Hu Hefeng each led a team to bet on the other two holes, killing blood.

It was difficult to rush at the intersection, so the people below organized a team of masters to rush up from the steeper piles of rocks. This method was quite good. A team of five masters rushed up ruthlessly, overturning the people from the government, and quickly swept out a piece of land.

Pei Song was originally guarding the intersection, but suddenly looked back and immediately carried the shield and ran over excitedly: "Brothers, let's surround these five people who are not afraid of death first."

Zhao Dezhu raised his arms and shouted: "Come on me!"

Dozens of people immediately came to siege the five masters.

These five masters should all have the strength to climb the tower realm and are tough in nature. Faced with so many people, they are still calm. Their moves are simple and violent, and someone will inevitably be injured when they take action.

In just a few breaths, many people were injured.

Pei Song rushed forward very far, and got more than a dozen punches, plus more than a dozen kicks. He had nothing to do, and he relied on the Shuipu Shield.

"Brothers, I'll hold on, you guys are so cold!"

Pei Song was a little fluttering. He held a shield in his left hand and a sword in his right hand. His neck was slightly shrunk, and he was full of MT's posture.

Zhao Deju really wanted to slap Lengzi, so he took the opportunity and attacked with a long sword, stabbing at one of the masters' chrysanthemum.

Just as he was about to hit, Zhao Dejue even let out a despicable laugh. But the master seemed to have eyes on his back, and he sideways to avoid Zhao Dejue's sword, then elbows backwards, thrusts on Zhao Dejue's shoulder, and pulls him away.

Bang!

Zhao Dezhu fell to the ground, grinning in pain.

Du Yong helped him up and chuckled, "With your strength, why are you going to be a hero? Can't you just use it well?"

Zhao Dezhu touched his shoulder: "If you have the abundance, why are you hiding behind?"

"OK!"

Du Yong used the Cloud Piercing Step, rushed to the front of the master, and stabbed the dagger with amazing momentum.

The master snorted coldly, rushed over with his right fist, and hit Du Yong's dagger. This was a very confident style of playing, leaving no room for anything, and obviously did not take Du Yong seriously.

Du Yong smiled faintly, quickly pulled back the dagger, pulled it horizontally, and then lowered his body and pressed his shoulders over.

The master's coldness changed drastically. He not only misjudged the truth, but also underestimated Du Yong's speed of sending and receiving.

Bang!

Tieshan leaned against the master's left arm.

The master's old power was exhausted, but the new power was not born, and he was pushed firmly and was directly pushed away.

Du Yong was not finished yet, and as the master flew backwards, he followed up with a sword dance.

The master's body squirted out of his blood mist, and he snorted several times, and fell to the ground, twitching continuously.

Du Yong walked over, stretched out his right foot and hung it on his chest, and said lightly: "Let you pretend!"

Step on it.

Click!

The sternum was broken, and the master spitted out a mouthful of blood, his eyes wide open, and he died with his eyes open.

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Chapter completed!