Chapter 2037: The Axe Gang will be removed from now on 2

He Xiaodao looked at the man who was like the God of Death with a cold heart and said, "At this point, I have to take it out and fight!" After saying that, he flipped his right palm and a crystal light rose from his palm. Similarly, Yang Gang and Zhao Shanhe also showed their weapons in their hands. The three of them surrounded them again in a triangular shape. The three of them joined forces to form a thick and free force body. Because of this, they had confidence in their hearts to defeat Ye Changfeng.

Ye Changfeng has never moved since he exuded the battle aura of Haotian, just like a mountain, as scared in place, like a sculpture, or as if he had died.

The other party became quiet, and Yang Gang and the other two also calmed down. When adjusting their body strength to the best, Yang Gang suddenly shouted: "Take it!" After the words, his body snatched, and Yang Gang flew up first, with the weapon in his hand covering Ye Changfeng's head with sizzling power.

Zhao Shanhe turned sharply, and the weapon in his hand triggered the surrounding Fenglian to form a huge wind spiral knife, which was twisted towards Ye Changfeng's body. He Xiaodao was facing Xiang Yufeng. With his hands closed, the power of the weapon in his hand formed a huge knife energy and slashed towards Ye Changfeng with his chest. This move was like slashing the mountains and seas. In He Xiaodao's heart, no one dared to take the move of the three-person joint force.

The three of them were so fast that they could only use one thousandth of a second to be used as units. However, these words were absolutely endless in one second, but these nine words slowly entered everyone's ears, as if time and space were also staying for Ye Changfeng. The world seemed to have slowed down. Yang Gang's sword was faced by Ye Changfeng's arm, and the fierce fist force pushed Yang Gang up high. Zhao Shanhe's wind sword hit Ye Changfeng's hard body, and they all turned backwards and turned into butterfly-like fragments. The sword was beautiful, but it also destroyed Zhao Shanhe's confidence. In He Xiaodao's eyes, Ye Changfeng's left hand blocked his thick knife like this, and then a crazy energy came from the sword, knocking him back.

This feeling is as clear as an impression engraved in the heart. It seems to be a slow motion of the movie, and every detail is remembered. However, in the battle, such feeling can only be described as terrible. It seems that the other party has controlled your thinking, allowing you to feel every injury, and allowing you to feel the physical pain that has been ignored.

Yang Gang was hit by a high point, and Ye Changfeng's strength exceeded his imagination. Such power had surpassed the eyes of Yang Gang and others.

Time seemed to suddenly calm down, and a complex smell floated in the air. Under Ye Changfeng's feet like a god of killing, He Xiaodao widened his pair of eyes, looking at the scene that he would never believe if he hadn't experienced it in his real body. He smiled and said with a self-deprecating smile: "I always thought that with the three of us joining forces now, we should be able to fight the Lord of the Blood Sect. Unexpectedly, it was just Ye Changfeng, just Ye Changfeng, who was defeated so miserably, so miserable."

"I said, just because you are not qualified to touch my blood sect!" Ye Changfeng, who radiated the oppressive aura on his body, gathered more and more power in his palms, and finally hit the three of them.

Axe Gang, General Hall!

At 2:35 a.m. at night, it suddenly started raining in the sky.

In the gloomy sky, black bodies, in the rainy night, a series of murderous intents rushed out from them. Behind them were fighting spirits with cold light flashing. The battle spirits were like feeling the murderous aura of the master, buzzing and trembling gently. The rain like a violent bean in the night sky hit the battle spirit and the black raincoat. Hundreds of statues stood quietly in the night rain, motionless, quietly looking at the place in front of them that was about to become a slaughterhouse on earth with their palms.

The killing is about to begin!

Wang Rongde, holding the knife with him tightly, looked at everything hidden in the night, and his brows frowned tightly. Although there was a strong night as a cover, Wang Rongde still felt a strong murderous aura from the night and rushed towards him: "Send the order, all disciples, prepare for the war!" At this moment, Wang Rongde had already begun to regret why he couldn't resist the temptation and agreed to those people. Now things are broken, and what is waiting for him may be a more tragic ending than Yang Huainian of the Qing Gang.

"yes!"

Just as Wang Rongde issued the order, the first door of the Axe Gang Chief was kicked open.

"Bang!"

The thick steel gate was overturned and the harsh warning sound soon sounded, and then there was a silly figure inside the west gate of the Axe Gang.

"Who are you?"

The Axe Gang Leopard Hall advocating Zhang Ying, looking at the black crowd looming in the darkness, and asked loudly, but the underworld was still standing there quietly, like a stone carved croaker, without answers or movements.

Zhang Ying's pupils contracted because he had already felt the murderous intent emitted from the other party at this moment.

Although Zhang Ying could not ignore who was coming, the murderous intent released by these people hidden in the dark made Zhang Ying understand that there was no one else except the Blood Sect for those with such strength. It was just... Thinking of this, Zhang Ying felt a sense of fear. Could it be that the alliance between the Axe Gang and the Southern Underworld was lost?

At this moment, the other party moved, and the crowd in the dark night suddenly separated a path. A black figure slowly walked forward. The other party raised his head slightly, and the gloomy murderous intent in his eyes made Zhang Ying tremble.

"Blood Sect, Nanshou!" The black figure looked at Zhang Ying. At the moment of speaking, two ghost king claws flashing with golden cold light instantly danced under the night rain. Nanshou's body was emitting all over his body.

The killing aura deeply shocked Zhang Ying, and Zhang Ying's face had always been solemn.

A cold light flew past Zhang Ying's forehead. Zhang Ying jumped back and avoided, but the two people in his body were out of the lower body by the sharp ghost king claws. In an instant, the body separated from the middle in half. The internal organs and the accumulated liquid in the body rose up a ball of blood mist. The thug standing behind Zhang Ying watched Zhang Ying split into two from the middle with his own eyes. At the same time, he also saw Nan Shu's pair of murderous eyes that were like the eyes of a wild beast, and the ghost king claws that were dripping with blood.
Chapter completed!