Chapter 303 Revenge for us (Additional update 3 for Guo Jiuxing Silver League)
"Do you really think Han doesn't dare!" Han Xinghuai's voice was cold.
A person behind him immediately brandished a knife, and a man who had been in the martial arts world for several months was killed immediately.
The blood spurting neck, the fallen body, and the eyes that were gradually dimming but still full of hatred made Tian Daheng's hands clenched slightly.
Han Xinghuai was very keenly aware of this change, and he sneered: "Han knows that you are powerful with bows and arrows, but our Wushuang Fort's swords are not bad either. Kill us all? Let's see who kills faster, or we." Fast!”
"Han will count to three, and if he doesn't put down his bow and arrow, he will kill another person!"
"One."
"Two."
"Three!"
Han Xinghuai kept his promise. After three calls, he made another gesture, and another head fell to the ground.
"It's still three times."
"One."
"Two."
"Three!"
The third head fell to the ground, followed by the sound of Han Xinghuai counting again.
One after another, members of the watchtower were beheaded in public, and the eyes of others were about to burst.
With weapons in hand, they wanted to rush over immediately and save Song Houyong and others.
But no one dared to act rashly. The people from Wushuang Castle and Tianhuo Castle were standing there with sharp blades in hand.
Anyone who dares to move will be killed on the spot by Song Houyong and others.
They could only turn their heads to look at Tian Daheng, and Tian Daheng himself was trembling slightly.
Although he just said that he would never lose face of that adult, in fact, it was more to frighten Han Xinghuai.
But who would have expected that the master of Wushuang Castle would actually be a decisive person in killing.
Some of those kidnapped by them were the oldest ones in the Watchtower.
They followed Song Houyong to hunt monsters and slept in the open.
Some people only need to follow Tian Daheng's shop in Kyoto City, and they can make money regardless of the weather.
But neither Song Houyong nor anyone else had any complaints.
They feel that life is already very good now. They can earn more money, possess better weapons, and even if they die, their families will have pensions.
In my heart, I worshiped and awed Jiang Lin, and I was willing to work hard and work hard.
As the momentum of Zhan Wang Tower grows, their sense of belonging becomes stronger and stronger, and they cannot tolerate anyone saying that Zhan Wang Tower is not good.
But now, these people have swords held at their necks, and they die miserably with the cold and ruthless count.
Tian Daheng's hand holding the big bow became tighter and tighter, making a creaking sound.
He is not a hard-hearted person and would rather trade places with Song Houyong.
At least...you don't have to make such a difficult decision right now.
Another head hit the ground, and Gululu rolled several times and stopped.
Tian Daheng could clearly see the unwillingness in his eyes. He was so sad that he almost let go of his big bow.
At this moment, Song Houyong suddenly let out a vague roar.
"Don't forget...what you promised, sir!"
Tian Daheng raised his head suddenly, while Han Xinghuai's expression changed slightly, and he immediately reached out and grabbed Song Houyong's neck.
He knew very well that at this moment, Song Houyong could not be allowed to speak anymore!
However, although Song Houyong's legs were broken, he lost an arm, and he was blind in one eye, he burst out with all his strength in an instant, and like a mad lion, he hit a master of Wushuang Castle next to him.
The shrill and high-pitched voice seemed extremely clear at this moment.
"Tian Daheng, stop fucking being cowardly! Avenge me!"
Tian Daheng trembled and couldn't help but exclaimed: "Song Houyong!"
Seeing Song Houyong's face covered in blood, his aura was terrifying, and he was as ferocious as an evil ghost crawling out of hell.
The eighth-level martial arts master almost subconsciously raised his sword and thrust it forward.
Song Houyong made no move to dodge, and even took the initiative to face him with his chest.
Han Xinghuai understood what he meant and his expression changed drastically: "Hurry up and put your sword away!"
The man was startled, but before he could react, the sword had already pierced Song Houyong's heart.
A large mouthful of blood spurted out, covering the opponent's head and face.
"Asshole, who told you to draw the sword!" Han Xinghuai jumped over and beat the man with a palm until he vomited blood and retreated.
With the sword drawn out, Song Houyong spun around half a circle and then fell down.
His heart was opened with an irreparable wound, and his life quickly disappeared. The blood that kept pouring out made the slightly open mouth unable to say anything.
Only the gradually dimming eyes stared at Tian Daheng.
There were no words, but Tian Daheng understood what he wanted to say.
At this moment, other members of the Watchtower who had been tortured for several days also broke out at the same moment.
They followed Song Houyong's example and attacked the enemies around them.
Without weapons, they bite with their teeth.
If the tooth is broken, just grab it with your hands.
After his arms were chopped off, he hit them hard with his head.
Everything in the body has become a weapon, even if it does not play any role.
"Lord Tian, take revenge for us!"
"Hahahaha, you bastard from Wushuang Castle, come and kill me!"
"It means death!"
The situation instantly became chaotic. The people from Wushuang Fort and Tianhuo Fort had weapons in their hands, but they did not dare to take action easily.
In the end, he simply threw away his weapons and treated the person with his bare hands.
But those people sitting in the watchtower were like crazy, struggling desperately, and their strength was amazing.
Even if his arm was twisted, he turned his head and slammed into the enemy's nose. Some people were annoyed and became more vicious.
A peak martial artist sitting in the watchtower had red eyes and shouted at Tian Daheng: "Lord Tian!"
Tian Daheng looked ahead. The look in Song Houyong's eyes had completely dimmed. The brother who walked side by side with him had left.
The palms holding the bow became tighter and tighter. Tian Daheng suddenly raised his head and looked at Han Xinghuai, his eyes red.
He gritted his teeth and suddenly shouted loudly: "Han Xinghuai, I want you to die!"
The big bow was raised, and another peak martial artist next to him immediately put the chaos arrow on it and pulled the bow string with all his strength.
The fatal crisis made Han Xinghuai turn around and escape into Thunder Eagle Castle without even thinking about it.
Zheng——
The sound of the bow string rebounding came out, and a stream of light surpassed the sound and arrived in an instant.
At the same time as the arrow was shot, dozens of martial arts peaks sitting in the watchtower raised their weapons and rushed out first, roaring.
"Kill!"
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The members of the Watchtower behind him also did the same.
They watched Song Houyong's death with their own eyes, and also watched their former companions sacrifice their lives to save them from worries.
Unparalleled Castle!
Skyfire Castle!
Everyone has only one thought in their minds, to kill them all!
No one can be left behind!
After shooting an arrow, Tian Daheng didn't stop, and the second arrow hit it again.
This time, his eyes were on Wen Lingfeng, the master of Skyfire Castle.
Wen Lingfeng, who was holding the Blue Spirit Fire, suddenly felt his hair stand on end. He wanted to explain that it was not his fault, but Tian Daheng's hateful eyes told him that the explanation was meaningless.
"Damn it!"
Without saying a word, Wen Lingfeng immediately turned around and fled towards the interior of Thunder Eagle Fort like Han Xinghuai.
The second arrow arrived as expected, as fast as lightning.
When Wen Lingfeng turned around, he saw that the first arrow had caught up with Han Xinghuai.
The Lord of Wushuang Castle, who possesses the seventh-level cultivation of Yuanwu Realm, holds the long sword against his chest.
He blocked it, but it was meaningless.
Chaos arrows, whose hardness has been increased by 18 points, cannot be resisted by upper-grade weapons.
The sword shattered instantly, and Han Xinghuai's soul emerged. Just as he opened his mouth to shout something, the chaos arrow had already penetrated his body.
His whole body stiffened quickly, and he finally understood how other Yuanwu realm masters died.
A dozen kinds of powers with different characteristics were crazily destroying all life in his body.
It's like a balloon that has been filled with water, stuffed with a lot of gunpowder and detonators, and then ignited.
Boom——
A cloud of blood mist exploded, covering Wen Lingfeng's head and face.
He was so shocked that his soul flew away. The next second, a stream of light passed through his eyes.
Wen Lingfeng saw clearly that it was an arrow. He subconsciously thought, where did it come from?
Immediately afterwards, unimaginable severe pain erupted from his body, and he screamed miserably, but to no avail.
Boom——
Another ball of blood mist exploded.
The two feathered arrows fell to the ground, their bodies still dark, not even stained with blood.
It seems that harvesting two lives is just ordinary to them.
The battle outside was equally fierce. There were casualties in the watchtower, but the more serious casualties were in Wushuang Fort and Tianhuo Fort.
Tian Daheng and the martial arts master stood hundreds of meters away, killing the enemy who was also at the martial arts master's peak with one arrow after another.
In less than half a stick of incense, nine out of ten peak martial artists from Wushuang Castle and Tianhuo Castle had been killed.
There were only two or three people left. Their souls were so frightened that they fled in panic.
In the melee, it was difficult for Tian Daheng to locate these people, so he set his target on the ninth level of martial arts.
High-end combatants were named and shot one after another, which put unparalleled pressure on Wushuang Fort and Skyfire Fort. Many people did not even dare to show any more cultivation for fear of becoming the next target.
Fighting against the peak martial arts master sitting in the watchtower, they all have a chance to survive, but if they are targeted by the Chaos Arrow that can lock the target, they will definitely die.
Now they just hope that the peak martial artist sitting in the watchtower can be eaten alive, so that there is still a chance.
However, someone suddenly panicked and shouted: "Oh no, Lord Han has been shot to death!"
Immediately afterwards, someone shouted again: "Lord Wenbao is dead too!"
These two shouts made everyone in Wushuang Castle and Tianhuo Castle, who were already panicking, completely lose the idea of continuing to fight.
The castle owner is dead, so why fight?
"Quickly retreat!"
"Escape!"
Amidst the shouts, the people from Wushuang Fort and Tianhuo Fort were defeated and fled in panic.
There were obviously a large number of them, but they were chased by just a few hundred people and they didn't dare to look back.
The overall situation was decided, and Tian Daheng put away his bow and arrows.
After shooting so many arrows in a row, both of them turned pale and almost collapsed to the ground.
But they still held on and moved forward step by step.
"Stop chasing, go back and save people first!" A martial arts peak man shouted loudly.
The people who had chased them for thousands of meters stared at the fleeing enemy, cursed a few times, and quickly turned back.
When they returned to Thunder Eagle Fort, they saw Tian Daheng kneeling in front of Song Houyong, already crying into tears.
"Brother!"
The shrill cries echoed endlessly between heaven and earth.
On the bloody battlefield, corpses were strewn everywhere.
desolate.
Tragic.
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