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However, the ingrate kept his sword and said, "We only have a few hundred people left. If we continue to fight, it might lead to a fatal disaster."

Dongfang Mu sneered and said, "We can recruit more men. There are plenty of people in the Free City."

The ingrate laughed out loud. "Everyone, did you hear that? He doesn't care about your lives. Kill him!"

As soon as his words fell, two people rushed out from the western camp and killed Dongfang Mu with a single sword strike. It was clean, clean, and didn't give Dongfang Mu any chance. Throat sealing and chest piercing.

Clap, clap, clap. The ingrate applauded, "You two are top-notch assassins of the Iron Blood Union."

Iron Blood Alliance... Everyone immediately understood that the ingrate had already asked for outside help. Damn it, damn it, damn it.

The two men from Iron Blood Union didn't seem to stop, "Swordmaster, it's worth it for us to act." One of them walked slowly towards the ingrate.

The ingrate sternly said, "Yun Zaishan, we made a deal." His hands trembled. Although it was a sneak attack, Dong Fang Mu had no chance of resisting. The strength of these two was not to be underestimated.

"You shouldn't have revealed your true strength." At first, it was because of his low cultivation that the Iron Blood Alliance agreed to raise such a puppet. In the Free City, teachers could rule over teachers, so ingrate was bound to die.

"The ingrate suddenly quieted down." Then let me experience the experts of the Iron Blood Union. " His right hand formed a claw and he suddenly pulled back. Yun Zaishan only felt a suction force pulling him towards the enemy. In a split-second, sword wind rose. A sword appeared in the ingrate's left hand, which hacked at the mountain head.

At this moment, the other assassin made his move. He raised his sword and aimed at the White Smoke Wolf. When he reached the mountain, the blade turned and stabbed into his body. The sword pierced through the right armpit, piercing through the heart and penetrating the body.

"Chi!" The short sword was pulled out. The moment of life and death. "Yun Zaishan never dreamed that death would come so soon." You, why did you kill me? "

Just following orders. You made a lot of money working in private last time, but my brother died." The assassin spoke very calmly. In his eyes, killing someone was a very common occurrence, no matter who the other party was. As long as he made a move, he would be a dead man. He had to remain calm when facing the dead.

"Haha, you won't live for long. "Haha …" The clouds in the mountains fell down with wild laughter.

Revenge was the killer's fatal weakness.

The ingrate laughed his last, "Xi Men Jian and the Blood Devourer are already dead, and you know the culprit too. From now on, we are one family. "

"You are not worthy." The assassin shouted. Hundreds of people surrounded the Ranger Association members. Of course, Ling Jun and Zhu Yue were among them.

"Yun Zaitian, everyone here is a teacher, you might not win if we fight." The ingrate was extremely mad. Everyone in the Iron Blood Alliance was a madman who had killed his own brother for revenge. Are you really brothers? The three Yun brothers were famous, but how could they be like this?

"In my eyes, there is only life and death, no victory or defeat!" Of course, sitting in heaven could kill the ingrate, otherwise he wouldn't have killed his second brother Yun Zaishan.

The ingrate was not someone who feared trouble, "Brothers, let's unite Liberty City today and kill them all."

Yun Zaitian swung his sword and stabbed straight at the throat of the ingrate. A simple sword strike that was fast to the point where one was unable to dodge it. The sword flashed with a flowing light, dazzling the soul.

The ingrate suddenly dropped to the ground, propping his head back and roaring. Whoa, he really is a wolf, a white wolf. The teeth were very white, but the eyes weren't white. They were dark and gave off a cold glow. He used his hand as a front leg and jumped towards Yun Zaitian.

Yun Zaitian had obviously expected him to return to his original form. "His leveled right hand suddenly lowered, the longsword still pointed at his throat." "Give me your life."

The ingrate blocked it with his left front leg, and with a clang, he deflected the sword. His right front leg suddenly turned into a human hand, as he struck towards Yun Zaitian's lower abdomen. Weng! A faint sound of thunder could be heard when he waved his hand.

Bang! Boom! Yun Zaitian did not expect that he would be struck by the Wind Lightning Palm. By the time he flew back, the ingrate had already taken human form, his right hand holding the sword slashing through the air. This strike was faster, more accurate, and more ruthless than Yun Zaitian's.

Yun Zaitian hurriedly used his sword to block. Bang, the two swords clashed, and the impact of the ingrate charging caused Yun Zaitian to retreat repeatedly. His right hand transformed once again into a wolf claw, and his fingernail that was as sharp as a knife ruthlessly pierced into Yun Zaitian's chest.

With one strike, the ingrate raised his leg and kicked Yun Zaitian into the air, then followed up with another strike to his body. Puchi! The long sword pierced through his chest, piercing through his body.

Yun Zaitian was filled with fear, "You, you are the third werewolf." Pooh! He spat out a mouthful of blood, his perfectly round eyes devoid of any other expression other than fear.

They were not afraid of death, but they were afraid of their own doom. The Yun brothers, the top assassins of Huishuo Hall, just disappeared like smoke in thin air.

The ingrate drew his sword and said with a look of disdain, "You know it too late." After killing Yun Zaitian, he turned around, "Leave no one from the Iron Blood Hall alive, kill!"

The battle reversed as the clouds fell in the sky. The originally lack of fighting spirit of the Rangers Association exploded with fighting spirit due to the victory of the ingrate. The victory of the field marshal determines the outcome of the war. Although the killers of the Iron Blood Union were ruthless, the ingrate was even more so. He was more professional at killing than an assassin. With his sword piercing through his chest, there was nowhere to run when he drew his next target.

The world of Swordmasters was the world of Swordmasters. An assassin would never be able to defeat a crazed swordmaster. The one-hour free-for-all ended. About five hundred bodies lay on the ground. The ingrate, who was bleeding profusely all over, howled towards the sky, "Freedom City is mine!"

"Oh, oh, oh. Chairman Bai is an unparalleled hero. His Tyrant Sword is invincible." The hundred surviving subordinates raised their long swords high and shouted loudly. Everyone's face was brimming with a happy smile. The battle was over, and they were still alive. This was their greatest happiness.

"Hahahaha, little ones, from now on, no one in the Free City will dare to oppress us again. We are all kings. " The ingrate looked around and his gaze landed on Ling Jun. "Kid, what's your name?"

Ling Du was interested in this ingrate, so perhaps no one else had heard Yun Zaitian's last words, but he remembered them. He didn't show any mercy in the battle just now. "The massacre made his blood boil." Werewolf 3. This is your code name in the Iron Blood Union, right? "

The cheers came to an abrupt end as everyone turned to look at Ling Jun and Zhu Yue. Right, who are these two? There wasn't such a person in the Prodigal Association.

"I knew you had a problem. What, you want to wait until I exhaust my true strength before you attack? " The ingrate's killing intent had already been noticed. He had slaughtered crazily just to keep his mouth shut, so he didn't care too much about the strange men and women sparing no effort to kill the men and women of the Iron Blood Union. Now, it seemed that his judgement was wrong. Don't worry about making mistakes, as long as you can fix it in time. He was just a Soul Sword cultivator.

After all, this ingrate was too abnormal, and could freely change between humans and the body of a wolf. This was obviously a transformation from a demon. "It takes a man's ability to get a better grasp of himself.