"Graveyard? Ye Tianlong, you are still so arrogant."

There was a flash of anger in the eyes of the three-handed werewolf, but then he recovered his calmness and sat back in his position and smiled: "Do you know why I came out of the mountain?"

"In addition to the extremely tempting reward for killing you, there is also the need to sacrifice your head to the Red Wolf and the others."

"You destroyed our power in the Middle East, took away the Heavenly Medicine No. 1 we got, and let Confucius live to this day."

His voice became invisibly sharp: "Ye Tianlong, do you know how much money you let me lose? Do you know how much I hate you?"

The three-handed werewolf had a touch of murderous intent on his face. He pressed the **** purple-haired girl under him again, venting his inner violence that was difficult to suppress.

He thought that he had been cultivating enough, but it could be seen that Ye Tianlong still couldn't really calm down. He loved the beauty, most of which died in the hands of Ye Tianlong.

Especially the Red Wolf, who was appointed as his successor, can not only get into bed and fight, but also communicate with each other.

But such a person was shot headshot by Ye Tianlong, which became a permanent thorn for Jacks.

"Take my head to sacrifice? Jacks, are you Alzheimer's? The red wolf, the black wolf, the yellow wolf were pinched to death by me like ants."

Ye Tianlong threw away the firearm and slowly walked to the three-handed werewolf and smiled: "What can you do if you come out? Bite me?"

When talking to the three-handed werewolf, Ye Tianlong also took a glance at Confucius.

He was surprised to find that Confucius now was different from just now, without the cold feeling of indifference, ruthlessness, and death.

Confucius had regained his former heroism. Although his whole body was soaked with blood and there were many wounds, his rebelliousness returned.

Ye Tianlong also caught that there was a solemn look in Confucius's majestic eyes, but no matter what, he had human feelings again.

Ye Tianlong smiled and asked: "Kong Shao, are you okay?"

"Can't die."

Confucius laughed loudly, spit out a few mouthfuls of blood and stood up again. He didn't remember how he was here, but he knew what happened.

He also knew that the two in front of him were the finale killers.

"It's you two silly forks, bringing a mob against us?"

Confucius rubbed his painful chest, from the bottom of the mountain to the top of the mountain, and was kicked twice by Jacks and the Purple Wolf. His energy was exhausted.

But he still looked at Jacks contemptuously and snorted: "Don't you know that China is a forbidden place for world mercenaries?"

"Dare to come to China to make trouble, none of you can go back."

Confucius twisted his neck and took a step forward: "The people who hire you will also have to pay the price."

"The mercenary forbidden land?"

Jacks touched Zilang's face, then pressed it down firmly, staring at Confucius with a sneer: "Zhao Ditian is dying, and mercenary forbidden land?"

"If Zhao Ditian is alive and well, maybe we will give the dragon soul a little face and not come to China to toss."

"But Zhao Ditian has only one breath left, and the dragon soul is also in danger. What is terrible about Huaxia?"

Jacks vented heartily: "I'm telling you, I'm here to kill you, and I'm also giving China a letter of war. The mercenary forbids the land, and it's abandoned by me."

"And I believe that as long as I kill you, I will retreat, and the mercenaries of the world will know that the mercenary forbidden land is history."

"At that time, the entire underground world will come to China for a share. You can believe how chaotic China will be at that time, haha."

Jacks looked at Ye Tianlong viciously: "Ye Tianlong, I know you have special feelings for China, so I will tear it up and show it to you."

"It's just like when you burst the red wolf with one shot."

He looked up to the sky and let out a long whistle: "You destroy what I love, and I will destroy what you weigh."

Ye Tianlong didn't freak out, but snorted angrily: "Tsk, my eldest brother is fine, he hasn't been my patron yet, how can he hang up?"

Jacks was taken aback: "Your big brother?"

Ye Tianlong coughed: "God Zhao Di."

Jacks: "..."

"No matter what your grudges are with Ye Shao, no matter how powerful you are, and no matter whether Zhao Ditian is alive or not, I just want to tell you..."

The corner of Confucius's mouth evoked a joking: "If you want the Chinese turmoil, first step over my corpse."

Jacks yelled, "I will make you perfect!"

As soon as the voice fell, the purple wolf kicked his legs and turned upside down like a windmill, instantly narrowing the distance between himself and Confucius.

Confucius suddenly narrowed his eyes, and when he felt the astonishing aura of the Purple Wolf, his body suddenly tightened, and he took a step back.

One toe whizzed across where Confucius was standing.

Silent, but as sharp as a blade!

The gunpowder of the final battle was completely ignited, and Confucius' eyes were fierce, and his natural arrogance was unconcealed.

When the purple wolf fell to the ground, the whole person suddenly jumped up and tried his best to make a shot. The burly body burst out like Mount Tai.

"call--"

Out of thin air, Confucius gave birth to an overbearing momentum like a broken bamboo, pouring toward his opponent like a river bursting.

The purple wolf's strength ranks among the world's mercenaries, and it is clear that Confucius is the last of the crossbows, but facing such a crazy opponent, he still dare not underestimate the enemy.

"boom!"

The two directly banged a punch, the sound of the bone hitting was clearly audible, and they retreated together, evenly matched!

While Ye Tianlong kept his calm expression on his face, Jacks frowned slightly, and his hand when he lifted the zipper was stagnant, seeming to be a little surprised by Confucius' tenacity.

"happy!"

Confucius laughed wildly, shouted, and rushed out again before standing still, his arrogance even more turbulent.

Great offensive!

Although Confucius suffered a lot of wounds on his body, he knew that he had to fight a life and death battle tonight, so he burst into full strength.

Faced with a fanatic like Confucius, Purple Wolf also let go.

"boom!"

Both sides beckoned to death!

The fists that were blasted in turn were as crisp as firecrackers, and several trees were accidentally interrupted by the two.

Confucius is like a cruel and merciless killing machine at this moment, he will not fear anyone, nor has he ever feared anyone, whoever is his enemy, he will kill whoever!

The purple wolf was also like an angry she-wolf, grinning, fierce, and completely no longer the gentleness of serving Jacks.

Both sides came out with unparalleled strength.

Under the gaze of Ye Tianlong and Jacks, Purple Wolf finally found a suitable opportunity and took a sudden step to get close to Confucius' body again.

Without hesitation, a pair of jade hands pushed directly.

Confucius reflexively arched his slender body, his hands were wrong, and his defense turned into an attack.

However, unexpectedly, the imposing purple wolf was not moved at all, and took another big step forward.

"boom!"

A hand weirdly bypassed the protection and hit Confucius' chest heavily.

Confucius, who was still sharp just now, spewed a big mouthful of blood uncontrollably, and his body shook violently.

But Confucius' right hand didn't stop at all, and he ran directly into the purple wolf's ribs.

"boom!"

Just when Confucius was about to smash the Zilang's ribs with a fist, Zilang suddenly stretched out his other hand, directly down, and grasped Confucius' wrist.

A pair of jade hands are as hard as stone.

"kill!"

The purple wolf let out a murderous roar, and the whole person suddenly burst out of wildness, holding Confucius' hand and breaking it forcefully.

The whole person was bullied again.

Confucius shook his body and took a half step back, but the purple wolf did not move, but he knocked Confucius away with a fluttering look.

"Come again!"

Confucius bit his teeth and his eyes showed a touch of indifference. After a roar, he approached the purple wolf again and punched out.

Zi Lang felt the change in Confucius' aura, but she was not afraid, and her two fists quickly approached, staggered and printed on the opponent's chest.

Two bangs, crisp but ear-piercing.

At this moment, the situation suddenly changed. From Zilang's sleeve, a spring protruded like a knife, piercing Kong Zixiong's rib with his fist.

A burst of blood burst out.

Just when Zilang believed that Confucius was so painful and screamed and flew, he saw that Confucius didn't blink, holding Zilang's fist in one hand and drawing a knife in the other.

One wave!

The blade swept across Zilang's throat.