Douluo: A Century-old Legend I Am the Second Uncle Chenxin

Outside the southeast gate,

Thousands of wolf thieves were like savage beasts, constantly pouring into the southeast gate and rushing into the village along the southeast avenue.

Their figures appeared and disappeared in the night, and their dark shadows twisted and deformed in the moonlight, as if they were evil spirits pouring out of hell.

Some of these wolf thieves were armed with sharp knives, and some were carrying torches, illuminating their ferocious faces.

Their eyes flashed with desire and murderous intent, as if driven by endless greed and violence.

Ximen Shaoping and her friends were trapped on a hill in a corner of Southeast Avenue, fighting to the death with thousands of wolf thieves.

With agility and superb knife skills, she can move freely among the crowd and engage in a life-or-death battle with the wolf thieves.

The light of her sword flashed in the moonlight, and every swing was filled with determination and bravery.

Her figure shuttled among the wolf thieves, sometimes killing and sometimes blocking. Every time she struck, she showed amazing strength and fighting skills.

Although they resisted bravely, the number of wolf thieves was too great, almost endless.

Wave after wave of attacks left them almost unable to breathe, and everyone was exhausted and scarred.

Seeing such a scene, Ximen Shaoping could not help but feel despair.

Trapped in this dangerous siege, they seem unable to escape the clutches of death.

However, she knew they couldn't give up, and they had to persevere even when faced with an almost impossible comeback situation.

Ximen Shaoping waved the knife in his hand and slashed at the wolf thieves again and again.

Every attack made her feel a little bit tired and weak, but every time she endured the pain and fatigue and continued to fight.

Her eyes shone with determination, as if telling the wolf thieves that she would not give up resistance even at the last moment.

This is a kind of persistence for life and struggle against fate, which makes people feel both admirable and regretful.

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The wolf bandit lords stood on the hill outside the village, overlooking the village not far away.

In the night, the village's fires soared into the sky, interspersing with the stars in the sky. In a bloody and chaotic scene, there were crises everywhere.

Muhammad Vazquez frowned, and it looked ahead, with a low and serious voice: "Darcy Rahman Khan, the gangsters in front have suffered a lot, and we need to take action."

Günter Stryker also came over and said impatiently and anxiously: "Yeah, let's take this village earlier, otherwise the Astana guy will go crazy, and its tribe will enter the village first, and then alone We have been fighting against that Peak Contra for a long time, and the losses have already been huge."

Darcy Rahman Khan glanced at it, with a hint of disdain in his eyes: "The gangsters have already invaded the village. We are sitting here, so there is no need to rush to take action. Wait and see what happens."

This guy had just been promoted to lord not long ago, and his tribe's personnel and strength were not as thick as the two tribes. This time, his tribe was the first to enter, and it suffered a lot, so of course it was anxious.

It couldn't understand that as long as they were still there, protecting the tribe, the wolf pups would grow up quickly and they would be able to recover no matter how much they suffered.

"If it's been delayed for a long time, something might happen! The fluctuations here are so big, the nearby towns should have received the news. The human army is not a vegetarian." The tone of Muhammad Vazquez revealed a deep feeling. Anxiety, tension and concern about the war situation.

"Don't worry, I have already made arrangements in this regard." Darcy Rahman Khan's voice sounded confident and calm, like the cold stars in the night sky, cold and distant.

Muhammad Vazquez sneered, "I hope it's as you expected!"

"Haha, don't worry, my calculations are never wrong." Darcy Rahman Khan's words were concise and powerful, leaving no room for doubt.

"It's better for me to take my tribe's elite there and clear out those little bugs blocking the road first." Gunter Strick's eyes flashed with desire and expectation.

As it finished speaking, with a wave of its hand, a group of elite wolf thieves rushed out from the darkness. They held sharp blades and looked fierce, ready to launch a final charge towards the village.

"Okay, you go first, and I will follow up." Muhammad Vazquez's eyes were firm and decisive, like a sharp sword pointing directly at the heart of the enemy.

Darcy Rahman Khan stood on the hill, looking at their backs with a smile on his lips.

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On this desolate night, at this tense moment, the atmosphere was unusually grim.

The air was filled with the smell of blood and scorched earth, and along with the roars of the wolf thieves in the distance, people felt an unspeakable fear and despair.

"Second Young Mistress, it was us who harmed you. If it weren't for us, you wouldn't have fallen into a tight siege to save us." A voice said with trembling regret.

This was a seriously injured guard member. He looked at Ximen Shaoping in front of him, his eyes full of guilt and self-blame.

Ximen Shaoping didn't respond to him. She just shouted loudly: "Dingdang, if you can break out, push out. I will break up the rear."

Her voice was firm and decisive, leaving no room for doubt.

"Suyun, you are flying soul masters, let's go!" Ximen Shaoping continued.

She looked at Ma Suyun and others aside, with a trace of determination in her eyes.

"Second Young Mistress!" Everyone exclaimed.

"Fifth sister-in-law!" Ma Suyun looked at Ximen Shaoping, her eyes full of worry and reluctance.

She knew that making this decision might cost Ximen Shaoping her life.

"I won't leave! I killed at least hundreds of wolf thieves today, which is enough." Ding Dang said loudly.

Holding a nine-tooth rake, she rushed into the array of wolf thieves again, brandishing her weapon and launching a series of thrilling attacks.

Her voice is full of determination and determination. She is the head of the internal affairs of the direct lineage. This is her persistence in her own beliefs and responsibilities.

Ximen Shaoping looked at them, a trace of relief and gratitude flashed in his eyes.

She knew that these people followed her sincerely, and they were willing to pay the price with their lives for following her.

At this moment of life and death, their emotions are intertwined, forming an inseparable bond.

"Shaoping, needless to say, I have lived to be eighty years old. I am already happy and contented." Qi Shuiyue shook her head gently, "I just hope that the sword master can survive."

"Yes, I hope the children are okay." Ximen Shaoping sighed.

"Lao Wu, it's a pity that I can't see you again. I hope we can be husband and wife again in the next life." Ximen Shaoping thought with a hint of regret.

"Second Young Mistress, it seems we have to take a step early." The team member stood up with support, a smile on his face covered with blood.

"Haha, brothers and sisters, follow me!"