Chapter 267 The Bloody Crystal Palace

"Dragon Sword, long time no see." Taking out the sunglasses, the middle-aged man revealed his full picture. He was the ninth-ranked skilled sword-giver in the Yunnan Gang, known as the Fierce Luo Quan Xiangshui.

"I want you to be buried with you for the dead brother!" Long Dao's mind was filled with the three bodies that were cut off from their waists, and a bloody desire rushed straight to his forehead. With Long Dao's shout, the Qingfeng Battle Sword, which had been hanging down in his hand, danced layer by layer of light and shadow towards Quan Xiangshui.

"Dragon Knife, I respect you very much, but you and your Battle Knife Gang have repeatedly set the wealth of my Yunnan Gang. Not to mention that the Tiejin Alliance is my Yunnan Gang's business partner, even if there is no leader of the Shangjin Gang, our Yunnan Gang will not keep you." As soon as he finished speaking, the sword in Quan Xiangshui's hand came forward and collided with the Qingfeng of the Dragon Knife and hit the sky hard. After the collision, four pairs of eyes with fighting spirit once again made a "bang bang" sound when the sword in his hand waved.

; "The name of Dragon Sword is indeed clear!" Quan Xiangshui smiled and his eyes looked at Long Sword quickly became cold and fierce, "But, you can only do this." After Quan Xiangshui's voice, there was only a cold light in Long Sword's eyes. The silver sword in Quan Xiangshui's hand suddenly flashed with a light. Then Long Sword felt that Quan Xiangshui's figure on the opposite side suddenly blurred. Then Long Sword only felt a huge force attacking him from top to bottom, and Long Sword's legs knelt down to the ground.

The huge pain on his shoulder stimulated Long Gang, and the dragon sword "sprayed" out of blood. He looked up at the face close to his face, reached out to grab the other person's collar tightly.

"I said that you can only do this." Quan Xiangshui smiled gloomyly and looked at Long Dao and said, "Now I will let you see your brother." Amid Shang Jin's hesitation, Quan Xiangshui raised the silver knife in his hand.

"Bang!"

A loud metal collision sounded in front of everyone's ears. After that, Quan Xiangshui's body was hit by this sudden huge force and fell to the side.

"Bor."

After Quan Xiangshui, who fell to the ground, spit out a mouthful of blood, he stared blankly at the hole wide in the center of the silver knife in his hand. After swallowing hard, he looked at the figure beside Long Dao.

"Who are you?"

After a slight exhalation, a wisp of white mist slowly rose from the mouth of the person and slowly floated in the air. As the person's face slightly raised, a handsome and handsome face appeared in front of everyone. If it weren't for the silver spear in the other party's hand that was still making a sound, no one would believe that the dignified Yunnan Gang, the fierce Luo, would have been injured by one blow.

"Diet?"

A mouthful of smoke spewed out of Long Dao's face. Long Dao raised his head and looked at the face that was looking at his own smile. He was lost in his mind: This is really a young face that dares not make people believe. Under this young face, there is also power that is unbelievable.

"If you are not dead, just stand aside."

Long Dao didn't know who this young man was, but for some reason, the other party's words that looked immature but had strong confidence were in his power.

Dragon Saber covered his shoulder that was cut by Quan Xiangshui and slowly retreated to the side, but his eyes were placed on the figure holding a silver spear in front of him. Maybe Dragon Saber wouldn't know yet that fate had already made him meet the Dragon Saber, whom he swore to serve for his whole life.

"Stand behind the Dragon Lord, just looking at the back of the clanging and never knowing what failure is. My heart is always so excited, passionate, passionate, but very calm. Give me, give me a group of brothers who share the same purpose and swear to serve the Dragon Lord to the death. Such people who have never wavered their faith, even the Dragon Lord, Xiang Yufeng, who I, the Dragon Lord, vowed to die, will follow! "Excerpt from "Quotes on Dragon Sword",.

"Hu" spit out a smog at Yufeng. With a light flash of two fingers, the still burning cigarette butt fell to the ground, splashing sparks.

"Drugs?" Xiang Yufeng's eyes fell on Shang Jin's body, with a smile on his face, "That's a good thing that can quickly gather huge wealth." Speaking of this, Xiang Yufeng sighed, "If my grandfather had something to say before and my only grandson had to obey, I really wanted to make some of it from it."

"Grandpa's Death Order" Xiang Yufeng's face, which was originally full of smile, suddenly turned cold. The strong murderous intent suddenly emerged from his body torture this small area. "If you encounter someone who harms our vast Chinese with drugs, kill! Kill! Kill!"

As Xiang Yufeng's words fell, the energy that had been entangled in Xiang Yufeng's body spread out with a "bang". After that, a little starlight and a series of silver light slowly expanded in front of the Tiejin Alliance Gang members. It was not until the last moment of their life that they realized that it was the invincible silver spear of the tiger in the hand of the person in front of them.

"Bor!" The silver spear passed through his throat, leaving the Tiejin League gang members with no chance to scream. A series of blood scattered, and a series of silver dragons danced wildly, Xiang Yufeng led his tiger roar, and rushed into the crowd of Tiejin League like a god of killing.

Every time a little cold light pierces out, a long string of red liquid will rise in the air, and the entire battle scene will completely turn into a one-sided massacre.

Shang Jin and Quan Xiangshui, who were still covering their chests and gasping, looked at the young people who were still slaughtering like wild beasts in the crowd. Although their bodies and hearts were already trembling, their instinct to survive made them run quickly in one direction.

"As the leader of a gang, you should just leave your brother alone and ignore it!"

"hiss!"

Shang Jin, who was running towards the gate, suddenly felt something enter his body from his back. Shang Jin lowered his head slightly to look at the silver spear with tiger tattoos piercing his whole body, and finally spit out the last mouthful of blood in his life.

Quan Xiangshui, who also fled like Shang Jin, was more life-threatening than Shang Jin. He was just swept by the strong wind of the tiger's silver spear and spit out a mouthful of blood. The instinct of survival made him roll and crawl out of the door, and then quickly disappeared into the night covered by black.

"Trump!" Xiang Yufeng snorted coldly, then reached out to catch up with the Dragon Sword, saying, "Do you think the person who has a tiger roar penetrated his body can still survive?"

Xiang Yufeng looked at the dragon sword, which was not sure whether it was an enemy or his own blood, pointed to the flesh and skin that was turned out on the dragon sword's shoulder and said, "It's okay?"
Chapter completed!