Chapter 793: Are you number eighty one?

Chapter 793 You Are The Eighty One?
Seeing Master Tiger directly beheaded two of his subordinates, the brutality and dominance shocked everyone present. I never thought that Han Qinhu had such a subordinate.
Then, more than a dozen people jumped into the window, all the tiger masters holding an axe, the murderous intent overflowing from them seemed to make the air distorted.
The murderous Song clan elite, forced by Han Qinhu's gaze, felt a chill from the depths of their hearts.
Song Zhu whispered, "Who is it?"
Ding Yanqing stared at Han Qinhu, feeling like he had seen her before, Han Qinhu also stared at her, with a trace of joking in her eyes, it was really Yuanjia Luzhai.
Liang Xiucai knew Han Qinhu, and struggled to squeeze out: "People of Ye Tianlong."
The eagle and Baliangjin showed a glimmer of hope, and at the same time they felt a little more ashamed. They originally thought that Ye Tianlong would share their worries, but he still wanted the latter to help.
"Thank you Mr. Liang for remembering my brother."
When Song Zhu's eyelids twitched slightly, a voice came from the top of the stairs. Song Zhu and the others looked sideways, and they saw Ye Tianlong walking by with a group of stubborn hands, followed by at least twenty tiger masters.
Each one carried the blood-stained axe, murderous, and it was difficult to breathe when he got close.
Judging from their blood-stained axe and clothes, the Song clan downstairs is the elite, I am afraid that there will be more fortunes.
Song Zhu moved the corner of his mouth, gritted his teeth and shouted, "Ye Tianlong!"
He looked at Ye Tianlong with a bitter expression on his face. He did not expect that the kid who drank the daughter red and fought fiercely all night. Not only did he not need to sleep in bed for three days, but he also appeared here full of energy. What surprised him was that Ye Tianlong could be accurate. Find here, you know, this Wangjiang Tower is a temporary agreement.
Liang Xiucai also looked at Ye Tianlong in surprise, and couldn't believe that he came to Wangjiang Tower. In addition to Song Zhu told Ye Tianlong that he was seriously injured, there was also a secret whereabouts.
Today, Qiadan at Wangjiang Tower only knows about the dozens of people present, and the rest are not clear.
But this surprise quickly dissipated, Liang Xiucai began to think about today's ending, if Ye Tianlong wins, where should he go?
"Leader Song, good noon, I didn't expect you to meet again."
At this moment, Ye Tianlong stretched out and leaned forward indifferently, and calmly greeted Song Zhuyin's cold gaze: "It's just now and then."
"Last night I was chased by you like a dog, but today, you are destined to die. I don't know. Before you die, do you have anything to say?"
Hearing Ye Tianlong's words, Song Zhu laughed, with a sneer on his face: "You are number thirty or forty, and I have thirty people."
"I can't kill you, I admit, but you want to kill me, that's a joke."
When Ding Yanqing held the thin knife back, Song Zhu looked proud: "You were injured in the fierce battle last night, and you haven't recovered your strength. Why did you leave me?"
"I want to go, I can break a way to leave at any time, none of you can stop me?"
He stared at Ye Tianlong: "But I shouldn't just leave like this. I didn't kill you in an accident last night. I can make up for my regret today."
Song Zhu's throat became dry, but his eyes became more and more fierce. He wanted to take the risk and let it go to kill Ye Tianlong.
"Even if Team Leader Song is not afraid of death, then everyone will squat to the end."
Ye Tianlong said faintly: "Today, between you and me, only one side can go out."
Song Zhu didn't talk nonsense, and shouted, "Kill!"
Ye Tianlong waved his hand, and more than 30 tiger divisions immediately rioted, and the sharp killing momentum swept over the opponent.
In the axe that the Tiger Master swung, there was the excitement of facing a fight, and several Song clan elites couldn't stop them, and they were killed on the spot by the light of the axe falling like lightning.
Blood and screams immediately filled the hall.
"kill!"
After slaying the front enemy, the tiger master from behind jumped out, slashing with his backhand, and the axe whistling immediately, was crushed by a new round of screams.
Then the axe rolled again, shattering more than a dozen enemies fiercely.
A reddish mist seemed to rise in the hall, and the enemy who had passed to the Tiger Master blocked him, and stopped subconsciously with a frightened expression.
These people are too domineering.
However, Song's elite quickly mustered up the courage to charge again, because Song Zhu and Ding Yanqing had both acted personally.
They ran towards Ye Tianlong in unison, wanting to capture the thief and the king first.
Canshou and Han Qinhu rioted at the same time, directly blocking the two attacking Ye Tianlong, Canshou confronted Song Zhu, and Han Qinhu blocked Ding Yanqing.
Liang Xiucai's eyelids twitched, and she backed silently, slowly disappearing into the dark...
"call!"
When Song Zhu saw Canshou's gaze, Canshou was already holding a leaf knife and chopped it down.
The ear-piercing squeal of the leaf knife suddenly sounded, and it was inaudible at first, but in a moment it had already rang through the entire space.
I saw a blade of light swept across like a meteor, and the distance that had been quite long was instantly closer, and each other's faces became clearer and clearer.
Song Zhu's eyes coldly converged on Ye Tianlong's calculations, after all, the extraordinary strength of Canshou was in the clear.
His face was a bit angry and aggrieved. He didn't expect Ye Tianlong to have so many masters around him. He really underestimated him.
"laugh!"
The remnant hand that rushed to Song Zhu's body was tall, and his position was condescending, and he leaped high, and the blade blade was murderous.
He fought hard at Song Zhu, who was fully defensive.
Song Zhu quickly let himself dissipate the unnecessary thoughts, and with a wave of the sharp knife in his hand, there was a hard touch with Canshou.
There was only a crisp sound, and the two war knives slammed in mid-air, and the force swept out a spark and an aura of anxiety.
Afterwards, the two retreated holding their weapons, and the blood flowing on the ground was dragged out of a series of marks.
In this round of competition, both of them used a lot of strength, so when they stepped aside, they both gasped for breath.
Song Zhu looked at Canshou not far away with a flash of surprise in his eyes. He had tried his best to overestimate Canshou, but he did not expect the latter to be powerful and scary.
"Ding!"
When Song Zhu slightly clenched the knife's hand, Canshou already shook his wrist, and saw the light of the knife pierce Song Zhu's throat.
Song Zhu's eyes regained his coldness, and he moved back out of the way, pulling away the distance between his throat and the tip of the knife in time.
He gave no chance to hurt his hand.
Ye Tianlong smiled faintly, not caring too much, and took a few steps forward to untie the eagles and the others, and gave them pills to stop the bleeding from the wound.
"Wow!"
Song Zhu didn't touch Can Shou hard, just avoiding his sharpness, Ye Dao's momentum gradually exhausted, and a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth: "Okay!"
Canshou didn't respond to Song Zhu's words, but his right hand shook, Ye Dao changed from being sharp and hard just now, and suddenly became tricky like a poisonous snake.
Can Shou's posture against the enemy is also like a poisonous snake, and the sharp leaf knife swishes and stabs Song Zhu's body.
But the speed became faster, and the letter with the blade of a snake stuck to Song Zhu.
"Sure enough, talent!"
There was a killing intent on Song Zhu's face, and the sharp knives were swung again and again, and the attacking leaf knives were tapped again and again, followed by a hard touch.
"when!"
There was a light blow from the two swords in the air. Before the remnant hand retracted the long sword, Song Zhu slanted his wrist again, and the sharp knife hit Ye Dao again.
The blade made a crisp sound, and the blade shook violently, as if hit by a hammer.
Can Shou only felt a huge surge of force, not only the hand holding the knife was numb, the whole arm was sore, and even the chest seemed to be hit by a huge boulder.
But he didn't panic, and while waving a leaf knife to transform the light net, while moving his feet to stabilize his body, the other party was domineering within his imagination.
Can Shou tried his best to prevent Song Zhu from pursuing the attack, but he lost his first opportunity and was in a passive state. ‘
The next second, Song Zhu yelled: "Take me one more trick!"
He leaned forward abruptly, a more domineering half-moon arc, which seemed to split the chill and cut the space, and circled him mercilessly.
Can hand waved his knife to block the attack, and when he pressed the sharp knife, the sharp knife suddenly became curved and licked against the blade.
Suddenly, there was a smear of blood on the wrist, arm and chin of the disabled hand.
Then, Song Zhu waved his left hand, first shot a small flying knife in his sleeve, and then protruded a dagger, circled from the left to the hand.
When Ye Tianlong cried out that Song Zhu was shameless, the latter took advantage of Canshou to evade, and without hesitation, made a mouth in Canshou's arm, shockingly shocking.
"boom!"
When Can Shou withdrew the knife and retreated, Song Zhu kicked out abruptly and nodded to Can Shou's abdomen.
Can Shou quickly avoided.
"Swish"!
Song Zhu laughed and made another cut.
Canshou's eyes were cold, and the blade made a circle, making a harsh sound!
"boom!"
The two knives fought in mid-air, and Song Zhuxian not only didn't shake the leaf knife, but the leaf knife encircled the sharp knife, turning and folding, the saw sound suddenly sounded.
"when!"
"boom!"
With a crisp sound, the sharp knife broke into two halves, and the Ye Dao slashed at Song Zhu's chest without reducing its fighting spirit.
Song Zhu's body seemed to be struck by thunder, and he flew out stiffly after a huge shock, and a strong blood spurted out of his mouth.
Song Zhu changed his posture again and again in the air, but still fell uncontrollably on the ground, dragging out a trace of four or five meters, embarrassed.
It's just that Song Zhu is also quite tyrannical, fell to the ground without the slightest cushion, and bounced on the floor.
Half of the sharp knife in his hand rang out, breaking into dozens of sharp fragments to cover Canshou.
"Wow!"
At the same time, Song Zhu moved his feet and rushed to Ye Tianlong, who was facing the eagle to stop the bleeding.
The right hand turned into an eagle claw, like a lightning flying rainbow, grasping Ye Tianlong's neck, wrapped in a brutal force.
Can Shou slammed his right hand, and yelled, "Be careful!"
Eagle and Baliangjin also changed their faces: "Ye Shao be careful!"
They also hurriedly grabbed an axe.
"boom!"
Ye Tianlong didn't even turn his head, flicking his right hand back, and hit Song Zhu in the abdomen with a snap.
"boom!"
Song Zhu snorted and fell directly five or six meters, clutching his stomach and rolling a few times on the ground, looking down, the skin on his abdomen was not injured, and the skin was red.
Obviously it was shocked inside.
It's just that he didn't have any pain, the whole person only seemed to be suddenly frozen and stiff by the frost, and that murderous face was all shocked.
His memory was pulled back in an instant, a month when he was an island guard fifteen years ago:
"You... are... the eighty-one..."
The voice hadn't completely fallen yet, worried that Song Zhu would hurt Ye Tianlong's eagle and Baliangjin, so he rushed forward like a trapped beast.
One person hugs, the other throws the axe...
Song Zhu's head fell to the ground!