Chapter 1198 Bloody City Massacre 11

After an explosion sounded, two counterattack troops composed of the most elite soldiers rushed out from both sides, and their comrades opened with their blood and life!

The sword light shone in the strong wind, and the sound of killing in the red shocked the sky, and it broke through the ninja troops.

The ninja troops at the forefront could not resist these two rolling iron streams. Even the special troops that assisted them only swayed in the iron stream for a few times and disappeared.

Xian Dongqing, who was in the war, carried a giant long sword, thrust a machine gun on his back, then blew a sharp whistle, and his body shook higher. The warrior behind him flew high with his figure.

Xian Dongqing's fierce gaze swept across his face, then his body turned, drew an arc and flew into the sky again.

Under the leadership of twenty soldiers Xian Dongqing, he swooped down and the knife in his hand poured mercilessly on these ninjas.

The thirty soldiers led by Bai Yang under the ground were like two sharp knives inserted into the enemy array, and the offensive momentum was extremely fierce.

The fierce attacks that were so dazzling that they were as fast as thunder, all caused the formation of the ninja troops to be chaotic.

A masked ninja standing on a high place looked at the battle below and frowned slightly. Although he had transferred nearly a thousand ninja troops, the enemy's offensive was so fierce and the combat power was firm as he expected. It seemed that the person who provided him with the situation was still considerate and did not tell the opponent's combat power truthfully.

The ninja leader at the height raised his hand slightly, and the ten Xiangying who stood behind him rose up instantly, and the overwhelming ninja dart shot towards the soldiers.

Although Xian Dongqing, who was leading troops, avoided this ninja raid, the soldiers who followed him obviously did not have such good luck. For a moment, screams continued to rise and fall, and Xian Dongqing, who was so angry that he trembled all over, cursed: "Fuck your grandma, you have the ability to fight your grandpa, hide there and fire a secret gun, it's so fucking trash...

The ninja leader who was secretly complacent was about to speak, but was suddenly shrouded in murderous intent like a tide of wind.

"Are you strong?" A cold smile came, and a figure floating from far and near came, with a cold murderous intent filling everyone: "Kill!

At this time, all the ninjas present saw a scene that they would never forget for life, a person that everyone would never forget for life.

A figure appeared like a god.

A man walked slowly from the air path opened by a group of people.

The body is like the wind, and the long hair is like the wind!

No one will forget such a situation, and no one will forget such a person.

The ninjas were stunned.

He saw the god of death.

All he brought were the ninjas of the Junin class, but these ninjas of the Junin class are powerless now. They were simply slaughtered and ruthlessly slaughtered by the God of Death holding a peerless treasure sword.

He looked at the nightmare in disbelief, stunned. He bit his lips and said, "They are demons! Did you see it? They are laughing!! They are enjoying the battle! No!! They are enjoying the massacre!!!"

Yes, they are laughing!

Yes, they are enjoying the massacre!!!

In the blood mist, this person was laughing! The god of death standing behind them, holding up a huge sickle, was laughing!

If you have not experienced the most cruel war, you will not have this kind of awareness of indifference to life and death, and you will not have the murderous aura that makes all creatures tremble in their hearts!

Looking at the fallen soldiers, there were still soldiers who were still fighting.

Thirty-six black figures with bloody eyes followed the man who was like a god of killing, roared in unison, and rushed to the group of ninjas who were harvesting their brothers just now.

When the ninja saw the man holding a blue knife in his hand and wearing a black short suit, he finally guessed the other party's identity.

The sound of killing sounded like a bean-burning sound, mixed with the screams and whines of humans before their death. This was not a war at all, but a naked massacre without any suspense!

Now, this team of god-like people have stopped massacre and countless corpses have fallen beside them, but they are standing leisurely as if they have done something insignificant.

This person is tall and handsome, but with a strong face, his dark long suit and his bright eyes are shocking.

This man was slowly walking over, with corpses on both sides, and blood flowing everywhere. But he was as calm and leisurely as if he was walking in his own garden.

He is not a human!

Absolutely not a human!

He is the god of death from hell!

He is a god and demon who have been imprisoned for thousands of years!

While those eyes were staring, the ninja leader felt so cold. The coldness that emerged from the depths of his bones enveloped his whole body, and he couldn't even control the giggling of his teeth.

The man walked up to him and looked at him faintly. Under the gaze of this man, he suddenly felt that he was so small and humble, like an ant standing in front of God.

The man spoke and said in a light tone: "Do you think ambushing is useful to us?" In a light tone, you are talking about something very ordinary.

But this faint tone was like a sharp steel knife, which deeply cut into his bone marrow.

This deep pain made him unable to hold on any longer. He fell to his knees, struggled, and shouted in a hoarse voice: "Who are you? Who are you!?"

The man didn't speak, his deep eyes became melancholy and desolate. He raised his head and looked into the distance, emitting a sense of loneliness.

"The flames of Yan Luo under the seat of the Blood Sect Master——Yang Cheng!

Yang Cheng's eyes immediately became cold. He had nothing to do and his blood guards had nothing to do, but he knew that his brothers were not for anything else, but for the dead brother!

"kill!

The lonely figure stood there alone, facing the rising sun, Lingshan's mood was not as clear as ever. Sixty-five people died, none of them seriously injured. This time, most of the brothers who followed him were buried here. This was the most tragic loss that Lingshan had suffered since he led his brothers. These outstanding brothers, excellent brothers of life and death, had to leave like this. They did not die under the enemy's sword, but in political struggle. These were all because of his boss, the man he called the boss, Xiang Yufeng. If it weren't for the error of information, if it wasn't for him, he was involved in the political storm, and then made his brother a sacrifice in politics, his brother might not have to die at all. All of this was because of him, all because of him.
Chapter completed!