"Wow……"

On the tower, a ferocious roar sounded.

The wine glass flew over the street, and a tall figure stood up with a knife.

The monkey king's stick swings in the air.

High up in the courtyard in the distance, Zhu Yang, the "magic hand", drew his long bow again with an expressionless face.

On this day, those who can represent the four kings on duty in front of the old Yamen Street in Jiangning are all mediocre people.

They are the elite of their respective operational units. They have seen blood in the past. Most of them are green forest masters with good foundation and reputation. They fight against each other and are brave and ruthless.

It was a tense day. The entire atmosphere near the old Wu Yamen was tight on the outside and tight on the inside. A number of powerful first-class masters were guarding each intersection to make themselves famous; behind them, the elite guards were walking slowly and talking to each other.

, occasionally showing a bloodthirsty look; and high up on the side, there will be one or two masters with truly overwhelming power in martial arts. Mr. Su seems to be sitting there casually. But of course, most of these people are not really

to relax their vigilance.

The five parties of the Fair Party broke up. The so-called four against one is a comparison of the forces in the entire Jiangnan. In Jiangning, if He Wen is really shameless, he can mobilize an army of tens of thousands at any time to overthrow the entire venue here.

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And even if he doesn't know how to do this, he has been flying the banner of "King of Fairness" for such a long time, so why are there so many masters under him who have come to join him?

Before the war begins, people can only speculate on what will happen next based on past "common sense." According to previous understanding, we all know how many warriors the "King of Fairness" has mobilized to Jiangning this time, and they have already carried out the

After a summary, the biggest hidden piece in this clear game is actually the "black flag" that He Wen has been preaching verbally.

This is a force that no one can ignore in the entire world today.

But even so, how many people can come to Black Flag?

At this time, on the cards here, the person sitting in the center is Lin Zongwu, the "world's best master" with martial arts skills. With him as the core, there are first-class masters with outstanding records in the past, and dozens of people who have competed in various fields.

The grandmasters and grandmasters of the established sects represent almost half of the entire Green Forest in the world. With everyone gathered here, even an army of tens of thousands can theoretically handle it.

You must know that when Zhou Dong attacked Nianhan, he almost succeeded, and only a hundred green forest experts were dispatched.

As for the formation in Jiangning today, any expert coming over should have a seven-point chance of winning.

He Wen's power should not be underestimated, but even if all the masters came out, Master Lin and the guardians of the Great Light Sect would probably be enough to fight against him. And if Black Flag also sent dozens or even hundreds of masters, it would be amazing.

, for everyone at this moment, they will feel excited.

A powerful dragon cannot suppress local snakes. Of course, no one dares to go to the southwest to cause trouble, but if the masters from the southwest come to Jiangning, fight and return without success, for the people here, it will be enough to last half their lives.

of capital.

A seven-point chance of winning. From any angle, people are ready for a fight. From last night to this moment, many masters and elites participating in the guard have privately discussed the list of southwest masters many times.

, people speculated on who might have come from the southwest, and also speculated on what would happen if the notorious masters in the Black Flag Army confronted the masters in Jiangning today...

Under the casual appearance, people did not miss every change in the surrounding streets and squares.

When Xue Jin moved forward slowly, everything still seemed normal.

When the young monk caught the arrow, everything seemed normal.

The young man holding the knife used his strength and pounced, but it was just a sudden attack by a warrior.

At this moment, similar scenes may have occurred at several other intersections in the surrounding area.

Lu Fan's spear was spraying like rain and whistling like a giant python, showing the strong skills he had practiced for many years. But when the young man's sword rolled up and entered the middle, the "grandmaster" level master sitting on the top of the tower , actually frowned.

In a moment of fierce fighting, the swordsmanship in the young man's hand was fierce and domineering, as if ink was splashed on the river. In the blink of an eye, Lu Fan's advantage of one inch in length and one inch in strength was broken. Among the several swords in the blink of an eye, the sword light struck the gun. The distance between him and others was shortening as if the god of death was approaching. Lu Fan shook the gun with enough force to crack the ground and shatter rocks, but he could no longer get rid of the domineering blade that was advancing. The last thrust of the knife was like a stormy wave crashing on the shore. , as if with the momentum of the earth shattering, it hit hard!

Lu Fan is going to die——

This was just a thought. On the street behind and in the balcony next to it, several masters had actually reacted. Some people opened their mouths and shouted: "Under the knife..."

But I couldn't shout the second half of the sentence.

The battle-hardened figures suddenly stood up with their swords drawn, and someone rushed out from behind the horse.

The grandmaster on the balcony threw the wine glass with a "Wow--" sound, stood up, and turned his hands with a monstrous edge.

The bloody light rushed away in front of their eyes like an explosion.

Since he decided to rebel and followed Fang La to participate in the planning of the Yongle Dynasty uprising, the sword, which he had honed in Liu Dabiao's hand for half his life, had truly reached its peak. It has been many years since he showed his fierceness in the world.

This violent knife was more like a reckless and unsparing attack by an ignorant young man. For Jianghu people who lick blood from the knife edge, once they encounter such a slap in the face, the other party must die in a more tragic manner.

People roared out!

At the same moment, there was a strange and sharp whistle, which was transmitted from the outside of the killing field on the south street. Far and near, someone appeared at the window, someone appeared behind the wall, and a quiet message was being sent to the police. Push it around.

Xiao Qi's cold face appeared on the edge of the roof behind the teahouse, nodding towards the question in the distance.

"Magic Hand" Zhu Yang opened his bow and prepared to shoot.

The "Monkey King" Li Yanfeng was less than two feet away from Ning Ji. He paused slightly in holding the stick. This was an undetectable mistake made by a master-level expert when he rushed towards the enemy.

The little monk untied the baggage in doubt, and the flag with black background and stars broke free from the baggage, showing its full picture in his hands.

Xue Jin walked past the side of the black flag...

Further back...that's where the "Monkey King" turned his head and stared. Several figures had come out from there. Some had rolled up their sleeves, some were twisting their necks, and some were opening the long packages behind their backs.

Li Yanfeng's throat was slightly dry, a huge chill was rising on one side of his back, and the hairs all over his body were standing on end. And in his chest, his heart suddenly seemed to be ignited, and was contracting and expanding continuously.

A more violent gesture than before, pumping out blood.

"Black Iron God" Qiu Shuyan has seen him.

Noisy people...

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"...The fight is finally about to begin, cough cough...two black coals, if you encounter danger later, I will not save you..."

"...Although it is a characteristic of a cripple like you to speak inhumanely, I still want to ask...why is this?"

"...because you are not even willing to call me father...I have no face..."

Among the crowd, Yuwen Feidu shook his head and sighed, and unholstered his gun...

On the wall in the distance, someone also had a gun drawn.

…

A bang sounded across the sky.

Black smoke rose up, and a few dozen feet away, a blood flower bloomed for a moment.

Zhu Yang, the "magic hand", rolled down the roof and fell with the tiles.

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The black flag was spread out in the center of the square. The little monk's eyes were confused at first, but then they became brighter. His eyes widened and his mouth opened wide.

Behind the Juma at the street entrance, several figures rushing towards this side also caught a glimpse of the black color almost at the same time. The Grandmaster sitting on the tower took out his long sword in a crisp and agile manner, and also flipped over the railing, landing suddenly on the street.

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"Whoaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa"

"Monkey King" Li Yanfeng's gaze turned extremely ferocious in the blink of an eye, his inner strength was unleashed, and his long hair was rising. This was the second time in his life that he had clearly faced the team of his father's killers. While feeling chilly, as a master,

The dignity and quality of the master also led him to reach the peak of his strength in the blink of an eye. He shook the long stick in his hand and finally strode forward.

Attack Xue Jin who is staggering towards him.

The black girl who was walking forward and the people around her raised their swords and shields.

"...Wen Jiang and I will take care of the monkey, Brother Hei will help Xiaolong break the formation, and the rest will accompany the lame man to seize the commanding heights..."

A complete special operations team of the Black Flag Army, a total of twelve people.

In front of the square, with blood all over the sky, Ning Ji pushed up his horse and smashed it at several masters who were rushing over. The long sword in his hand was fierce, and he slashed forward with violent slashes, fighting with the two masters at the front.

In the blink of an eye, he fought two swords, and his momentum suddenly reached its peak. The next moment, he dwarfed and threw himself on the ground.

The light of the sword almost flowed out from the ground. He fought in all directions at night and cut out of the crowd from the crotch of the "Camel God" Jiang Lian, who was as strong as an iron tower. This master named Jiang Lian was short in stature.

The left calf and right thigh had been cut into the bones by the sword.

The blood is bursting, and I can't survive...

The ferocious master fell to his knees almost in a daze.

The masters next to him jumped away and then surrounded them. Ning Ji fled at high speed. At the same time, Xiao Hei had already pulled out the fuse cap of the grenade in his hand...

Explosions could already be heard in the surrounding courtyards.

The one who responded most quickly was the mansion where the so-called "Magic Hand" Zhu Yang was located. Since this marksman performed the most outstandingly, a group of people assigned to this section reacted first.

The next moment after receiving the order, the sniper who clearly saw Zhu Yang holding his bow immediately pulled the trigger. At the same time, a figure crossed the street and threw three grenades towards the inside of the courtyard wall.

Zhu Yang's body fell to the ground, and three grenades were thrown in. A warrior who witnessed Zhu Yang falling to the ground even tried to help him, and then an explosion sounded in the yard.

Amidst the billowing smoke, seven or eight figures climbed up the courtyard wall. Three masters immediately rushed to the corridor on the second floor of the attic. A warrior rushed out of the room and was pushed away by a sword and shield. The person behind threw another shot into the room.

A grenade, then drew the sword to deal with the enemy in front of the team.
To be continued...