C1205 Why Was He Angry?
C1205 Why Was He Angry?
Cang He took the opportunity to slash out with his saber again. Shangdao Yinghua, who was in a panic, half-knelt on the ground and tried her best to defend herself with her saber.
With a loud noise, the long blade finally flew out of his hand and landed in a bush more than ten meters away.
With the long blade in her hand, even Shangdao Yinghua was not a match for Zang He, not to mention the lack of a blade.
Even if Shangdao Yinghua was born to be an assassin, under the bloody and bitter training of an elder of Broken Knife Flow, her improvement was incredibly fast, and she could behead an elder with a single slash.
However, she had only practiced martial arts for a short period of time.
Training hard for half a year was far from being an opponent that one could spend decades on the path of martial arts.
Especially after Zang He began to go crazy and go all out.
The difference in strength between the two sides was now evident.
Shangdao Yinghua could not do what the martial arts novel of the great hero Gu Long said: "The hand does not have a knife, the heart has a knife."
Without a sword and with no one to protect her, she crawled rapidly towards the bushes on all fours, her sexy buttocks sticking up high, hoping to retrieve the sword and be stabbed and killed — what else could she do?
It was human instinct to reach for a saber.
However, Mister Cang He, who had already seen the light of victory, would give Shangdao Yinghua a chance to pick up her saber and struggle to the death with him?
Don't forget, in this Bloody White Blade War, almost all the hundred elites of Broken Knife Flow were killed.
Didn't they see that the group of Nanfang, who had the advantage in numbers, was rushing towards the Broken Knife Flow defense line wave after wave like a huge wave amidst Gala's bloodcurdling howls?
They definitely could not give the other party any chance to catch their breath!
Mr. Zang He grinned evilly. With both hands holding his saber, he let out a strange cry of "Here you go! Kill the chicken!" as he lunged at Shangdao Yinghua at an angle of 45 degrees.
The back of a beauty was in front of his eyes!
Mr. Cang and Mr. He were within reach!
Especially after Shangdao Yinghua had finally dove into the bushes, even if she could grab the long saber, she wouldn't have the chance to turn around.
"It's such a pity for this sexy body, but I'm going to split it in half." "Sin, sin."
He took a deep breath, raised his long blade high with both hands, and swung it down with a strange cry.
"No!"
Ten meters below, Gala, who was leading his men in a desperate attempt to kill, let out a heart-wrenching roar when he saw this scene.
His shout attracted the attention of everyone who was currently fighting for their lives.
As if controlled by someone from a remote control, both sides raised their heads in unison and looked in that direction.
The battle had ended.
Everyone, including Gala, had the same thought when they saw Zang He slashing at Shangdao Yinghua with all his might.
Shangdao Yinghua is dead — maybe.
The moment she died, the remaining energy of Nanfang's group would immediately collapse.
Without their mental backbone, none of the twenty or so remaining would be able to escape Blue Valley.
Time seemed to freeze at the moment when Mister Zang He slashed down with his saber.
All the howls and the sounds of weapons clashing had also miraculously stopped.
Whether they were friends or foes, they were all waiting for Shangdao Yinghua's grand moment of destruction.
Blood spurted out as planned!
It was like a fountain, covering the entire sky.
But —
But!
However, that blood didn't belong to Shangdao Yinghua.
Rather, it was the Mr. Cang He who was already on the verge of victory.
Blood spurted out like a fountain from the center of his back.
As the blood fell, the tip of the blade, which was about four to five centimeters long, appeared where the blood was spurting out.
What was going on?
What was going on!?
Who can tell me how Shangdao Yinghua, who should have been hacked into two, got the chance to stab him through with a backhand slash?
Could it be that both of them had perished together?
Just as Mister Zang He's long blade was about to land on Shangdao Yinghua's body, she had also turned around with all her might and unleashed a fatal blow?
That must be it.
Gala and the rest who were petrified all of a sudden thought, "The result of the bloody battle is the deaths of the two bosses."
Since the two bosses had already died, was there still a need for the two underlings to continue fighting?
The unexpected reality caused the Evil Qi that Gala and the rest fought for to disappear.
There were no winners in this battle.
With a clang, a knife fell on the rock on the hillside.
It was actually a disciple of the Broken Knife Flow who had let go of his hand as he said with a happy smile, "The knot is over."
"Yes, it's over. It's over. "Next, we should all go back to our own homes and find our own …"
Gala, who had lost his soul, mumbled to himself. Just as he was about to throw the knife away, his eyes suddenly widened!
Everyone could see that there was a person!
A man stood up from the bushes, holding a long sword in his hand.
The man's clothes had all turned blood-red.
Her face, too — but she had long, flowing hair.
"Boss?"
Staring at the man covered in blood, Galaqiang suspected that something was wrong with his eyes.
Shangdao Yinghua, who should have been killed by Mister Cang He with a single slash, had actually stood up.
Not only did she stand up, she even slowly reached out her hand and placed it on Cang Yan's forehead, which was bowing in disbelief, and gave it a light push.
Mr. Sang He seemed to let out a long breath and fell onto his back.
"Hidden He, you have lost. From then on, Broken Knife Flow is destroyed. "
After knocking down Zang He, Shangdao Yinghua, whose face was covered in blood, walked out of the bushes with a faint smile on her face, just like a red-robed fairy stepping on a rainbow cloud.
Looking down at the twenty odd brothers from both sides, the woman puffed up her chest, opened her arms, and said proudly: "The battle is over! Broken Knife Flow, lost. You guys still haven't put down your weapons, are you waiting for me to kill you all? "
The twenty odd people looked at Shangdao Yinghua in a daze.
Finally, someone began to rub their eyes to confirm if what they were seeing was real or just an illusion.
It's true!
Gala, who had almost squeezed his eyes out of his eye sockets, suddenly opened his mouth: "Boss, we won!?"
"We have won."
Shangdao Yinghua said lightly with a smile.
"We won!"
"We won!"
"We have defeated the beasts known as Broken Knife Flow, return my daughter's life to us!"
Xiaomu Ichiro let out an inhuman howl, and suddenly pounced towards a Broken Knife Flow disciple.
The Broken Knife Flow disciple was still holding onto his blade. He could have obviously stabbed Xiaomu Ichiro to death with one strike, but he threw his blade away, squatted on the ground and hugged his head with both hands, allowing others to flatten him.
It was just as everyone had felt at that time, the bloody battle had reached this point. Whoever's boss was the first to fall, the spiritual pillar of support would collapse with a loud rumble and they would no longer have the courage to fight.
Little Mu's roar woke the rest of Nanfang's team members up and they all rushed forward while roaring.
Everyone threw away their knives.
It wasn't that they didn't want to stab these people to death, but they felt that after a single stab, they wouldn't be able to continue being so cruel and tyrannical for a long time.
Gala, who was staring blankly at Shangdao Yinghua, suddenly started crying.
Tears streamed down his bloodied face, leaving two distinct tears.
At this moment, he didn't know what to say in order to express his admiration for his boss.
Just now, old Jack was in a situation where he had been slaughtered. How could he turn the tide and end up in hiding?
This was too unscientific.
However, Gala obviously wouldn't consider the science of this phenomenon. It's still not scientific.
More importantly, the Boss was still alive. He was still alive!
They were all alive. This meant that from today onwards, Nanfang's position in Dongyang City had risen to a level where not even the Shankou Group dared to underestimate him.
"Let them go. What's the point of killing a zombie without a soul? "
Shangdao Yinghua said indifferently. She hid her long blade in her chest, holding it in her hand as she slowly walked down.
Gala immediately carried out his boss' order and yelled at Little Mu and the others, "Boss said to let these zombies go!"
The eldest brother had just killed the Broken Knife Flow Elder with a single slash and charged straight towards the bull fighting. Who would dare not to listen to her?
Furthermore, what the boss said was not wrong, following the death of Cang Zhe, the Broken Knife Flow were completely destroyed, and the remaining dozen or so people were just corpses walking around.
To be able to personally witness the remnants of the Broken Knife Flow fight and live to the end, that was already a blessing from the heavens.
After taking revenge, he would bully a group of walking corpses. He was not a hero.
"Scram, scram!"
Xiaomu Ichiro raised his hand and grabbed the flatten body of a disciple of Broken Knife Flow beneath him, then punched him on the chin.
Xiaomu Ichiro burst into laughter when he saw that person rolling down the valley like a gourd.
Halfway through the laughter, it suddenly stopped and his body collapsed limply onto the ground.
It was after he fought for a long time that he finally exhausted all of his strength.
Now that he had finally avenged his great vengeance, he could no longer hold on in his ecstasy. Thus, it was normal for him to faint.
"Let's go back."
Shangdao Yinghua turned around and looked at Zang He's dead body. She instructed Gala: "The injured brothers don't have to worry about that for now, the officials will take action."
Before the final battle between the two sides, they had already written an agreement with the authorities.
No matter who won or lost, as long as the battle was over, those standing would immediately leave the scene.
After that, the ambulance would arrive after the police car had been prepared outside the Blue Valley. It would scout out the scene and rescue the injured.
One thing that could be certain was that once the battle began, there would be many casualties.
Official, how should I explain these casualties?
The reason was simple — the Blue Valley was in the process of carrying out a development project, and the result was that the mountain had suddenly fallen down during the construction process.
In any case, the entire incident was under the strict control of the government. Not to mention it would cause a sensation throughout the country, even the citizens of the city would not know of it.
Of course, it was inevitable that both sides would ask the authorities to conceal the matter completely and offer a large amount of silver as a form of filial piety.
After the event, the winner would also have to pay the same amount of money.
But what was there?
As long as he could eliminate them, the benefits he would gain from this would be countless times more than the amount of money he had.
Not long after, Shangdao Yinghua, with Gala and the rest supporting her, walked out of the Blue Valley.
At the scene, only hundreds of casualties remained.
"It's just too tragic. Sigh, but this is good as well. Borrowing the help of Nanfang's group to eradicate Broken Knife Flow, which is more and more objectionable to the people, can be considered as eliminating harm for the people.
After Shangdao Yinghua and her group had completely disappeared from the valley, the local police chief walked out of his hiding place, escorted by several armed policemen, and came to the front of the corpse.
Cang He was lying on his back with eyes filled with rage.
The chief, who knew a lot about criminal investigation, looked at him for a moment before asking, "Why is he so angry?"
"Maybe I didn't think that I would die at the hands of a woman?"
The entourage casually replied.