Chapter 282 Sword Ghost Save Me (4000)

Vigor, courage, courage, courage...

Bright and blazing, radiating outward like a light source. In the meeting hall alone, there were four completely released powerful auras.

The air was disturbed by these auras and suddenly became chaotic and chaotic. Strong winds roared and swirled, and the blazing golden-red flames on the high platform were forced down.

For a fighter, the spirit released is the most sensitive thing. The leader of the Cloud Dog Fist, Tom, and the elder Oro are both in this realm, so they can naturally feel the powerful and condensed four auras and vigor that almost fill the entire hall.

Fighters, four fighters, really rare!

Not only that, these four people are not ordinary fighters according to Tom's induction. It seems that the intensity of every light and energy can reach the level of veteran fighters, which is simply outrageous.

Even more.

There were two auras approaching at great speed behind him. Although they were very far away, they were conservatively estimated to be at the level of a fighter.

What does it mean?

Eight fighters at a tulip antiques show?

At least five of them are veteran fighters.

I have never been so exaggerated during the Dongjiumen gathering...

Tom's heart suddenly sank. The information they received was so little that they completely misjudged the strength of potential enemies. It is believed that there is only one organization on the surface, the Blood Spirit Society.

result……

Tom immediately regretted not insisting on holding the East Nine Gate Conference in Kula City, otherwise he would have been able to compete with it.

How could he and Oro in the Guangguang Hall be able to block the four fighters and a monster on the opposite side, as well as the two strong fighters outside. For a moment, regret filled his heart, but in an instant, he was forced to suppress it by Tom.

In the face of this crisis situation, regret and panic will have no effect. Instead, he should calm down and figure out, what do these people want from the Tulip Antiques Show?

Do you just want an antique box?

Thoughts flashed through my mind, looking to outsiders.

Tom's expression turned ugly for a moment, and then his expression returned to a calm state. He calmed down and raised his head calmly.

Suddenly, he saw five pairs of eyes staring at him.

Motionless, like sharp swords trying to pierce his heart. There was a ferocity like a wolf in his eyes.

Tom's pretended calm expression froze, but the next second he thought of the source of the problem. His eyes flashed and he threw the Coupan's Box in his hand. It wasn't just a random throw, but it was specifically heading in the direction of Ka Xiu and the others. If the real purpose of these people is Coupan's Box, then they will fight among themselves. The most acute conflict between Tom and these people has disappeared, and he will not be besieged by seven or eight people.

He could vaguely see that these people were divided into several groups, not all together. The blood-armored man and the man wearing glasses beside him are from the same group, Card Xiu and the other three are from the same group, and the two people who are approaching quickly in the square may also be from the same group.

The Blood Spirit Society and Cloud Dog Fist had a sharp conflict. Of course, Tom could not give the Kupan Box to his enemies, so he immediately threw this hot potato to Ka Xiu and the others.

Thom threw it hard, and the box drew a rapid arc in the air. Flying to the seat in the eyes of everyone.

"Do it!!!"

Black Peacock shouted fiercely, and the president of the Blood Spirit Guild, Lian next to him, also roared like a beast, and his figure flickered.

One black and one red, two arcs of light rushed towards the box.

Several meters apart.

"Bang!" Ka Xiu stretched out his hand and grabbed the magic box directly.

He grinned into a ferocious smile, and his white teeth had an inexplicable cold feeling: "We have the magic box, but it's not over yet. This situation will have to be repeated today..."

Phew! A high-pitched raptor scream echoed through the room.

Kaxiu's whole body was boiling and hot, and every organ in his body was trembling in response. Muscles, blood vessels, bones, something that is both liquid and boiling vapor are ejected from the pores, and the air suddenly twists like water waves.

In a daze, the red mist rolled, and the aura was terrifying. A huge exotic raptor swooped down, its ferocious wings covering the sky and the sun.

He kicked his feet slightly, and his whole body was blasted out like a cannonball. The terrifying physical explosion was vivid and vivid.

"Hahaha, I'm coming too!!!"

Next to him, Feng Liusi was also unwilling to be left alone. He had just broken through the Nandou Red Eagle Fist to the fifth stage, and his hands were itching unbearably.

As soon as it erupted, the power from the body roared out like a volcano erupting. Compared to Ka Xiu, Feng Liusi's crimson spirit was so sticky that it was suffocating, like glue.

The blood vulture wings spread behind him also look more elegant.

He stretched out his hands, plain and simple. It's just that the four red chains on his arms are spinning very fast, like poisonous snakes around the pillars. All of a sudden, there was a crackling sound between the two arms.

Visible to the naked eye, the red lightning-like force jumps wildly.

It has the power to make one's heart tingle just by looking at it.

He roared and disappeared, his body quickly expelling the air in front of him. The swaying air current swept away all the gravel.

In contrast, Sheng Feinan, who fell last, was unhurried. He just silently took out the crystal blue whip from his waist.

In half a breath, the long whip turned into a long sword. Following the downward extending arm, the cold tip of the sword pointed slightly at the ground.

Sheng Feinan stepped forward, and every step would leave a white frost footprint on the ground, like a trace of a centipede crawling over.

Bang bang bang! Bang bang bang!

In the middle of the hall, several figures suddenly collided with each other.

They perfectly demonstrated the power, speed and destructiveness of fighter-level masters, like missiles bombarding and exploding face to face. The five figures fought and separated, and then quickly fought together. The surrounding air was shaken into a white mist-like phenomenon.

It seemed that because of the huge force confrontation, the airflow in the center of the fight was squeezed, forming a circle of arc-shaped rays. The white gas shot out, and it was obviously the aftermath of the airflow, but it could hit a shallow pit on the wall like a bullet.

"Master... Master, we..."

As a team of Cloud Dog Fist disciples who acted as attackers, they were stupidly frightened and stunned in place. They were a little at a loss for a while.

It was agreed that they would follow the plan made by the master, direct and act to lead people into the trap, and then make dumplings directly.

How... How did it become like this now?

Should we still follow the original plan...

"Huh..." Tom, the master of Cloud Dog Fist, exhaled a breath of hot air.

Just as he was about to speak, there was another explosion outside!

"It's those two!"

He rushed out with Oro and rushed out of the hole in the wall in an instant. In front of him was the scene on the circular square.

The white crowd fought with the black and red, like mixed paint on a drawing board, and fighting was going on in all areas.

The white ones were the many disciples wearing Cloud Dog Fist fighting uniforms.

The black ones were the elites of the sect organization, and the red ones were the Blood Spirit Society.

In terms of overall numbers, the white ones definitely had the advantage, but they were still fighting hard and were constantly entangled. Especially in the middle aisle, there were basically no white figures standing.

It was obviously the two powerful auras that Tom had sensed just now that killed all the way and killed all the blockers.

"Damn it!!!"

Tom and Oro were immediately angry. The five people in the meeting hall were fighting each other. They could take whatever they wanted. They couldn't intervene anyway. But the two outside were slaughtering the Cloud Dog Fist disciples wantonly. Even clay people would have a temper.

Just when they were about to reorganize their strength to fight back.

On both sides of the antique exhibition building, four or five objects suddenly appeared, dragging red tail flames, and flew towards the middle with a whoosh.

On the circular square, two auras suddenly erupted. A metallic humming sound was heard, and three blades cut through the air like mirrors. While plowing the marble floor, they slashed at the rockets.

Bang! Bang!

Two rockets exploded in the air, and the air waves rolled.

But there were still three rockets that were not stopped, and they hit the vicinity of the two auras at once. The overlapping violent explosions suddenly sounded, and the hot air flow suddenly swung outward. In the expanding orange-red flames, metal fragments and gravel shot out.

Under Tom's gaze, a large group of professionally trained black-clad men appeared on both sides of the square. They were serious and calm, with badges printed on their chests. It was a hand holding a sharp sword upside down, and there were some hideous thorns wrapped around it.

Most of the people who came were armed with guns, and there were even many strong men carrying rocket launchers. At first glance, they looked well-trained.

"Keep bombing, aim at that area!"

A slightly low voice of a young man suddenly ordered.

"Yes!"

Immediately, another bunch of rocket launchers were aimed at the center of the square and fired without hesitation. Only the sound of whooshing in the air was heard, and eight or nine red arcs flew over.

Boom boom boom boom...

The rockets drilled into the expanding fireball, making the already surging flames more like mushrooms, and the loud noise hurt the eardrums.

Whoosh!

The last red arc flew out from the high wall at the edge of the square. With a tail flame, it drilled into the flame fiercely.

Thom turned his head and saw a black-haired boy in a butler's uniform jumping down with a rocket launcher on his shoulder.

He threw it casually, and a subordinate came over to catch it.

The boy walked slowly, and the round-frame glasses on his nose blocked the sunlight. From other angles, only a piece of reflected white could be seen, as if it was not glass, but a mirror.

He had a cigarette in his mouth, and the end was scarlet. A white glove with unknown letters on it reached out and took off the cigarette.

Smoke curled between the fingers, rising in wisps.

"Black Agency?"

Tom's eyes fixed with caution. As the leader of the Cloud Dog Fist, he had some contact with the official black agency. He even cooperated with them in some cases.

"Nice to meet you."

The boy raised his hand and bent down to make a gentleman's etiquette.

"Federal Secret Service Section 13, Black Agency."

"Amos..."

He stood up and bit the cigarette again, and his face was immediately shrouded in white mist. A voice came from inside.

"Mr. Tom, facing this situation, I think..."

"We should reach a temporary cooperation, right?"

In the rumbling explosion.

The knife ghost's knife broke.

He had a total of three sharp combat knives, namely the chopping knife, the bayonet and the shock knife. The special alloy formula provided by the sect organization was forged by professional knife-making masters for several years. The blade is extremely hard and tough, and can tear steel with ease.

Before these combat knives were available, the blades used by Daogui would be severely worn out in every battle, often after four or five fights or a full-out effort. One reason for this is the collision of the blades, and the other is that Daogui's own knife-wielding skills are very knife-consuming.

But since more than ten years ago, he has replaced these three beloved knives.

The sword ghost Jialuo Luo has never changed it, and only needs to polish it every once in a while. The blade is hard and almost has no wear. It has accompanied him through thousands of battles in the past ten years.

However, just now.

The shock knife used to resist was completely blown off.

It broke into two pieces at 1/3 of the tip of the blade and fell to the ground.

Rockets, double-digit rockets!

Even if the sword ghost is also a leader in the "B" level, he still can't escape the situation of being hurt. Because the black agency defines the "B" level as a rocket with power similar to rockets, which can cause large-scale damage and sweep the surrounding area with destructive power.

A "B" level master is equivalent to a rocket launcher that can walk freely and has independent consciousness. At least it is a building-blasting level.

Here it refers to destructive power.

If they are hit by rockets, they will also be hurt by shock waves and high-temperature shrapnel. Unless they are extremely strong.

The sword ghost and the purple general were accidentally bombarded by a reset number of rockets during the advance. Even if they are top "B" levels, they will have to pay the price. Jialuo Luo's sword was broken, and he could no longer use the three-sword flow rainbow world. Purple General was also covered in dust and suffered some minor injuries under the impact of the shock wave, which was quite embarrassing.

In the center of the square, the expanding and surging flames were cut open by a sword.

Two figures walked out from inside.

Jialuo Luo's face was gloomy, and there was a little blood at the corners of his mouth. It was not because he could not use the three-sword flow, but simply because his beloved sword was broken. Because he could not use the rainbow world after temporarily recovering, once he used it, his injuries would break out completely. He could only maintain the two-sword flow scale fire at his best.

Beside him, Purple General patted his tattered clothes.

He looked at Amos and Tom with a gloomy look, but the next moment he seemed to sense something and looked at the wall on one side.

Boom!

The wall exploded directly.

The five people who were fighting inside rushed out together.

Among them, one figure was very miserable. The president of the Blood Spirit Society, Lian, was besieged by Feng Liusi and Kaxiu, while Black Peacock was temporarily restrained by Saint Feinan and could not provide support for a while.

It was only a battle that lasted less than half a minute.

Lian's seemingly indestructible body armor was almost destroyed, especially Feng Liusi. In his hands, Lian's strong body was like tofu, everything would break if it was squeezed.

Even immortality is useless!

You know, Lian quickly drank the concentrated violent potion in the explosion, and his recovery ability was improved to a higher level on the basis of his own. He even wanted to fight against Kaxiu and three others alone to show his unparalleled fighting posture.

The result...

"Knife Ghost, save me!!!"

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