"Swish—"

Tian Mo turned his right hand, and a drop of blood rolled slowly along the blade of the black knife, and then slowly dripped down from the tip of the knife.

Everyone on the scene seemed to have heard the blood drop on the grass, and Zhanhu's horrified cry from the depths of his soul.

Chu Zifeng and the others were completely stunned. No one thought that Tian Mo would be so overbearing and slash Zhanhu.

You know, although Zhanhu has a bad reputation, it is also a mercenary leader with more than 50 people under his hand. Now, how can it be absurd to lose a move?

Except for Ye Tianlong, no one would know that Zhanhu's display of killing hundreds of Chinese businessmen caused Tianmo to touch the most aggressive killing intent.

Shen Manyun and the others were even more stiff, and they never thought that Ye Tianlong's men were also so abnormal.

Jiang Li muttered to herself: "How is it possible? How is it possible..."

Jiang Li also moved the corners of her mouth, and was a little unacceptable. The mercenary leader who ravaged them couldn't hold Tianmo's knife.

At this point, they began to suspect that it was not that the enemy was too powerful, but that they were too incompetent.

Ye Tianlong didn't look at the dead Zhanhu. He just looked at Chu Zifeng and they hummed, "Chu Zifeng, are you all this waste around you?"

"If so, I will advise you to surrender obediently, and then cooperate honestly with me."

He attacked Chu Zifeng unceremoniously: "Only in this way will you have a way out, otherwise, it will be the end of Zhanhu."

The Dalmatians roared together: "Kill! Kill! Kill!"

The morale of the Chu family was extremely low, and Chu Zifeng was angry, but did not know how to respond.

After all, what is said now is not as convincing as the display of strength.

"Young Master Chu, I am coming!"

The torch jumped forward, shot out from the crowd, took off his coat, exposed a row of flying knives on his body, and then a little bit of Ye Tianlong shouted:

"Ye Tianlong, can you dare to fight with me?"

He is tall and tall, with the burly of a European, but he is not bulky at all, on the contrary, he is as agile as a loach.

And his fingers made a lot of movements unconsciously, which made him feel extremely flexible.

When Shen Manyun saw the holy fire, her pretty face changed, and she subconsciously shouted:

"Don't fight against him, don't fight against him, he is very powerful with flying knives, he is very powerful with flying knives..."

Jiang Li also shouted: "He can send six knives at the same time!"

Canshou ignored her reminder, a leaf knife flashed out of his palm, and said coldly, "Why do you need Ye Shao to kill you? My soldier is enough."

"Really? Then I will use you to sacrifice the sword."

The torch was very angry with Canshou's arrogance, twisting his neck and walking slowly towards Canshou, his walking was unspeakably ugly, but he was firm and confident.

Canshou did not respond to him, but stared coldly, with disdain in his eyes.

Shen Manyun yelled anxiously: "Ye Tianlong, don't let your subordinates fight, his flying knife is too scary."

Ye Tianlong said faintly: "Don't worry, victory belongs to us."

Shen Manyun was so angry that he vomited blood: "You are sending him to death, the enemy's flying knives are really powerful..."

Chen Yan also feels that the incomplete hand is about to die...

"Wow!"

In Ye Tianlong's noncommitment, the torch had already narrowed the distance between the two sides. Suddenly, his body trembled, spinning like a wind.

In the clothes flying around, in the broad fingers, there are eight more flying knives, all of which are shining with cold light.

Then, he yelled and raised his hands: "Go to hell!"

Humans have only five fingers and can only hold eight knives, and the holy flame is all filled, showing the superb skills of the flying knives.

As if being pulled by an invisible thread, Canshou also moved his body smoothly when the holy flame revolved and shot a flying knife.

At the same time, the leaf knife in Canshou's hand spread out with a snap, just like opening a fan, and then the leaf knife flew out like a playing card.

"Swish swish!"

In the almost superimposed noise of the sword, there were nine white lights and shadows.

Canshou actually shot nine consecutive shots in the time when ordinary people could only shoot one shot.

In mid-air, the eight blade knives collided with the eight flying knives, sparks scattered in all directions, and people couldn't help but marvel at the accuracy of the hand.

Then, the head of the holy fire suddenly leaned back, and under the huge pain, the whole body was flying backwards.

"flutter!"

Shen Manyun and their shocked eyes, on the forehead of the flame, a touch of blood bloomed.

Above, there is an extra leaf knife.

"Ok--"

The sacred fire twitched twice, and then his head crooked to death. He didn't even scream, but his eyes were filled with unconcealed exclamation.

He thinks that he has flying knife skills, few people in the world can beat him, who knows, can easily crush him.

Canshou retracted the nine leaf knives, moved his palm, and the blades instantly overlapped, turning into a thicker leaf knives.

How many blades this leaf knife similar to a thousand-layer cake can turn into, I'm afraid nobody knows except for the hand, but everyone knows that he is not easy to provoke.

Chu Zifeng's breathing stagnated slightly, and Shen Manyun's three daughters also stiffened, their expressions still slightly embarrassed.

They also shouted that the Holy Fire Flying Knife is invincible, but they were directly killed by the remnant hand, and the three women began to re-examine the warlord Ye Tianlong.

"Who else wants to fight?"

Ye Tianlong scanned Chu Zifeng and the others, with a smile on his face, but his eyes were colder, like a **** overlooking the insects:

"If you are not afraid of death, you can come up."

Chu Zifeng's mouth was dry, their expressions were very ugly, and they were unwilling to be angry, but they found that they were not Ye Tianlong's opponents.

Ye Tianlong is too powerful, so powerful that they despair.

Chu Zifeng's initial embarrassment and arrogance disappeared without a trace at this moment. Even if there was no killer bee, and a fair fight, he was raged.

It is probably only his father who can crush Ye Tianlong...

When the atmosphere in the audience was extremely silent, Ye Tianlong yelled: "Kneel me if you don't want to die!"

Dalmatians shouted in unison: "Kneel down!"

Chu Zifeng's eyelids jumped, their knees weakened inexplicably, and they knelt to the enemy, shameful, but at this moment they seemed to have no other choice.

"Brothers, fight with them!"

Seeing that both the Holy Fire and Zhanhu had been killed, Long Snake knew that he was too difficult to please, and Ye Tianlong would definitely not let her go.

She yelled at Chu Zifeng and the others: "Kill!"

After the roar, she grabbed a shield and at the same time drew out the gun and pointed it at Ye Tianlong, hoping to kill the latter and reverse the situation.

"Da da da!"

"Pump pound!"

Just before she pulled the trigger, the machine gun and the sniper rifle rang at the same time, and the body of the snake rushing forward kept twisting, bursting out a burst of blood.

There were thirty or forty bullet holes on her body, and her body armor and shield were broken.

Long Snake felt as uncomfortable as being hit by a hammer all over her body, and her strength instantly disappeared without a trace. When she swayed and fell, she found a sad scene.

Except for her charging at Ye Tianlong, the others including Chu Zifeng remained motionless, and then knelt down.

Knelt down...