Tianting Garbage Recycling King

Chapter 316 The Hero Comes
"What do you mean?"

In a forest far away from the town, an old man with a gray beard looked at Huanglong angrily.

Needless to say, this person is naturally a person of Wuhun.

Suddenly there was a gunshot, and the Wuhun people stared at Huanglong angrily.

"If I had known this earlier, I shouldn't have taken your Tianji people to act together. Isn't that a bad thing?"

Someone was complaining quietly.

Others said directly to Huang Long: "If you don't give me an explanation after going back this time, there is no need for that secret to exist."

A total of more than 20 martial artists came to Wuhun this time, led by a strong Houtian, and several of them stepped into the Houtian threshold with one foot. How can you look up to someone who is in the sky.

It was originally agreed that after the sacrificial ceremony inside, all the people in the Tianmomen were focused on the inside of the town, and then rushed out to kill them all by surprise.

But now it was all right, the series of gunshots alerted the people in the town, and all the plans were ruined.

This time, the Tianmo Sect was mobilized almost in full, with more than 200 people guarding the town, and those who participated in the sacrificial ceremony in the middle were all experts in the sect.

According to the information, Houtian warriors appeared quietly from the Tianmo Gate, and it was destined to be a fierce battle tonight.

Without surprise, the difficulty will increase countless times, and the casualties may exceed the initial estimate.

Martial Soul is not like other sects, Martial Soul can't recruit disciples arbitrarily, its members are from all major sects, and some of the masters who sit in the town are here to support the elderly or get a name because of the state machinery.

"My people are all here, and I haven't given any orders to attack, so please be careful, seniors."

Huang Long said lightly, the words immediately choked the Wuhun people.

That's right, all the people from Tianji ambushed here, but the gunshots came from the exit.

Who is the person who is not Tianji?

"Now is not the time to talk about this. Now that there is vigilance inside, let's start to act."

The person who spoke was an elder of Wuhun, the real Tianmingzi from Wudang.

This time, he was in charge of dispatching the Wuhun.

Seeing that there were still gunshots over there, Tian Mingzi could only sigh.

"When going in, everyone try to report to the group, and directly attack the sacrificial platform in the middle, and the people from Tianji will assist from the side. Don't make unnecessary entanglements. The most important thing is to destroy their sacrificial ceremony."

Following Tian Mingzi's order, several warriors who had stepped into Houtian with one foot rushed out instantly.

Huang Long and his talented people are also in place. The so-called support is actually similar to what Fan Denglong is doing now, sniping in the dark.

This time, the Tianmo Sect is basically dispatched by all. Although the real masters only accounted for a small part of them, although those minions are not very powerful, they are better than the number of people. It is impossible for people with martial arts to eliminate them one by one. So we can only count on the secret.

The people in Tianji are all elites from the domestic military region, so they are naturally very good at gunfights.

"Could it be that kid Fan Denglong is here?"

As for the person who disrupted all the arrangements by sniping in the dark, Huang Long couldn't help but think of Fan Denglong.

"I must have thought too much,"

Huang Long laughed at his own thought, Fan Denglong was far away in Longcheng, and had just finished filming the commercial with Mu Qingqing, how could he appear in the southwest?
But he didn't know that the more absurd the fact was, the closer it was to the truth.

It was really Fan Denglong who fired cold shots, and he fired all the bullets from the sniper rifle. However, the effect was not very satisfactory, which caused five people to be seriously injured, and one head exploded on the spot.

The [-] bullets collected from professional killers were all gone. Fortunately, at this moment, he heard the sound of killing from inside.

Hearing this movement, he was overjoyed instantly, it seemed that the lure of the snake out of the hole just now had an effect.

Since the Wuhun people launched an attack, Fan Denglong felt that he should do something.

Take out the Trojan horse and input spiritual energy, jump on it, and kill the generals with a long gun in hand.

The speed of the wooden horse is very fast, and the distance is at least one mile, but it can be reached in the blink of an eye.

The cloaked man guarding the exit immediately drew his sword and rushed up, but before he got close, he was stabbed through by Fan Denglong.

The advantage of the weapon is reflected at this moment.

For this group of cloaked men, Fan Denglong will not hold back at all. He killed all the way, his spear was instantly dyed red, and his night clothes were also blooming with blood.

Because the Wuhun people on the other side launched an attack, all the people guarding the streets and exits in the town ran to help meet the enemy.There were not many people left at the exit, and Fan Denglong commanded the Trojan horse to run wildly on the street all the way.

This is really a bloody road. Anyone who gets close to him will be rewarded with a shot. As for whether they can survive, it depends on their luck.

Fan Denglong also knows that now is not the time to pay attention to humanitarianism. If he doesn't kill people, he will be killed today.

Besides, these people are probably not good people dressed like this.

Thinking of it this way, the pressure in my heart was reduced a lot, and the marksmanship was used like flowing water, and suddenly, there was a sound of painful wailing all around.

The spear in his hand also buzzed loudly, as if to say that he hasn't had such a good time in a long time.

In the small town, people turned their backs on their backs for a while, torches were everywhere, and the sound of shouting and killing slowly died down from the sensation at the beginning.

Fan Denglong, who originally planned to go in and find a corner to hide, suddenly realized that he had killed himself at the sacrificial altar without knowing it.

Cutting radishes and cabbage along the way was so smooth that I couldn't restrain my blood boiling.

The altar was surrounded by the remaining cloaked people.

The Wuhun people were attacking fiercely, but even so, the sacrificial ceremony on the stage was still going on. A man with chicken feathers on his head and a painted face was muttering something, and even jumped twice.

Behind him, five old men with fluttering white beards sat cross-legged on the ground with their eyes closed, with long swords on their knees.

That indifferent look, as if what happened in front of them had nothing to do with them.

The Wuhun people rushed forward desperately, Tian Mingzi took the lead, holding a long sword, and every time he made a move, the people from the Tianmomen would fall down.

"Quick, stop him." Tian Mingzi roared anxiously.

Fan Denglong just woke up like a dream at this time, the ceremony that can make these cloaked people so desperate must be very important to them, and they must not be allowed to succeed.

Thinking of this, Fan Denglong put the spear back into the ring, picked up a scattered long sword from the ground, and rushed to the sacrificial altar.

"Hero, the hero is here."

Xia Qingyi, who was tied to the stake, saw Fan Denglong, and immediately cried out excitedly.

(End of this chapter)