A scar that was as big as a bowl appeared on Woliff's neck.

The moment the head was thrown out, the blood-dropping halberd danced in the air. Ye Yang took his legs and strode into the enemy group. The crowd, like a tide, had already submerged Ye Yang.

Roars, shouts, screams.

Wars and wars, convergence sounds.

The tide of people flooded Ye Yang, and the surveillance cameras could not even capture him, but the screams from the crowd and the blood that overflowed from time to time seemed to tell everyone that he was moving forward.

Ye Yang walked forward.

But every footprint is destined to mean trampling on some corpses.

You can see the halberd emit the sun's light from time to time, raging among the crowd.

You can see a tall and arrogant figure standing tall, walking forward among the enemy group. The short halberd makes a sound of drinking blood, and raging shouts come from the crowd.

Kill, roar.

The enemy group was constantly surrounding him, but Ye Yang's steps were still sharp. He was holding a short halberd in his hand and walked leisurely, step by step, with his blood dyed his clothes red, but his pace was not slow.

The dark crowd is still continuing.

The slogan that Ye Yang must die is constantly coming from the street entrance.

The surveillance videos around him were shooting the scene here. The young and heroic figure who had never bowed to Westerners seemed to have spread throughout the martial arts world at this moment.

......

"Wolif is dead. Are these Westerners desperate for life?"

In the conference room of Tiansheng Headquarters, a group of senior executives looked at the scene of the enemy group on the screen, and showed surprise expressions one by one.

A woman turned her head and looked at Duan Chenghui.

Duan Chenghui no longer drank tea at this time, but stared at the screen with a torch and sat on the table: "These international organizations have never been able to understand them with an ordinary mentality. Most of these people are outlaws."

"I have had a lot of contact with Westerners. Since these people were ordered to come here, there are only two finals." Li Hongyuan said calmly.

“Which two?”

"Or, kill Ye Yang. Or, they die here. If they go back alive, they will probably die. This is why Westerners are so desperate and kill for their lives."

Everyone looked at the screen again.

I don't know how many corpses fell on the ground.

Ye Yang, wearing a black robe, held the short halberd in both hands and never took a step back.

At this time, everyone discovered a feature of Ye Yang from the picture.

He walked very slowly, but he was indeed walking forward. After the battle began, Ye Yang did not take a step back.

Many people may not know what this means.

However, careful people can find that his pace is very stable.

Killing intentions are everywhere.

Blood mist covers.

Blood-red footprints were engraved on the ground at the intersection of the street, and corpses fell at Ye Yang's feet. The short halberds spanned the sky, crossing time, and seemed to have crossed space. They seemed to have eyes, once they were moved,

Someone must fall.

Ye Yang, who had no expression on his face, seemed to have a raging fire in his eyes.

This fire burned very vigorously.

The eyes are like torches, the shape is like a mountain, the nine dragons appear faintly, and the energy fluctuates slightly.

The short halberd rotates, the sharp blade leaps, and the aurora flashes one after another. The short halberd reflecting the sunlight harvests one enemy after another in front of you.

And his pace was still steady and progressing, and he had never taken a step back. Even though every step forward was difficult, he was indeed moving forward.

Besieged on all sides and surrounded by all directions.

His heroic figure had not fallen, and his blood seemed to dye the entire sky red.


Chapter completed!