Nakamura Yamashima was furious, he originally thought that the leader of the Kyoto group, who had always been at odds with him in the Yamaguchi-gumi, led people to blatantly kill him in disregard of the gang rules, wanting to get rid of him and annex the forces of the Tokyo group.

After he led his people down, he realized that it was not from the Kyoto group, but an opponent he didn't know at all.

In addition to the three opponents in the main building, there is also a battle outside the main building, Nakamura Yamashima glanced at it, and it was clear that he saw that the people under his hands outside the main building were killed one by one and fell to the ground, and the figures outside the main building were filled with a fierce and boundless terrifying killing intent, and even he felt a trace of palpitations.

Nakamura Yamashima was furious, originally he was holding a violent breath in his chest, seeing that someone actually rushed into the Tokyo Group General Hall, his anger seemed to have found an outlet, he roared angrily, and the killer-level masters and elite soldiers in the command field surrounded Ye Junlang.

It's just that, judging from the effect, there is no effect.

The * in Ye Junlang's hand has been transformed into a deadly murder weapon, swinging and killing the elite soldiers who rushed up one by one, because * has a bloodletting groove, so once *stabbed, there is basically no possibility of survival.

Snort!

At this time, a cold mang slashed towards Ye Junlang from all directions, it was a samurai sword, and it was slashed with a fierce momentum.

The * in Ye Junlang's hand was horizontal, and in a series of weapon exchanges, the samurai swords that attacked and killed were blocked, and then the * in his hand turned into a sharp cold light, and lightning pierced through the throat of an elite soldier.

Ye Junlang's figure flashed to the right, and the body of one of his opponents seemed to rush up automatically, and he was stabbed into the chest cavity by the handle*.

Ye Junlang went all the way, no one could stop him, and everywhere he passed, one by one elite soldiers fell to the ground one after another, like a killing god!

Laugh at!

Caught off guard, a swift cold light flashed from the right side of Ye Junlang, and a sharp blade attacked like a poisonous snake.

Ye Junlang sneered, and with a slick of the * in his hand, it turned into a streamer and struck horizontally to the right side to resist, and with a bang, the sharp blade attack of the killer-level master was immediately blocked.

In this instant, another general-level master who had been waiting for the opportunity for a long time also dispatched, flashing behind Ye Junlang like a ghost, and a military thorn in his hand had already stabbed Ye Junlang's back fiercely.

At that moment, Ye Junlang seemed to have eyes behind his back, his toes were a little on tiptoe, and his body moved sideways to the right side like a glide on the water, which just happened to make the assassination of the raiding killer-level master fall short.

Then, Ye Junlang charged a bullet with both feet, and the whole person rushed towards this killer-level master like a cannonball, and the punch of his left hand had already slammed towards the opponent with speed and incomparability.

A punch came out, as if holding the power of overturning the river and the sea, and the killing intent released from the fist was like a bloodthirsty whale shark jumping out of the sea, opening its huge bloody mouth to choose someone to devour.

Dragon Shadow Whale Killer Fist!

Ye Junlang urged this killing fist and slammed into this killer-level master with a punch.

The face of this killer-level master changed in shock, he was already too late to retreat, in the face of Ye Junlang's killing punch, he gritted his teeth and could only gather his own strength, swinging his fist to meet him, in a vain attempt to resist this punch that contained enough suffocating coercion.

Bang!

In an instant, the fists of the two slammed into each other.

Immediately afterwards, Ye Junlang's punch burst out with the terrifying power of the "Abyss Heavy Attack", and the power of the heavy blow was as unfathomable as the endless abyss, surging out like an angry tide and crushing forward.

Click!

This killer-level master couldn't resist at all, his arm was broken, and the punch continued unabated, and then hit him heavily in the chest, and in the dense and piercing sound of fractures, this killer-level master's body flew forward, and he died directly.

The horror of the Abyssal Strike is evident from this.

Ye Junlang's figure flashed, and he rushed towards another killer-level master again, and in the face of the oncoming sharp blade, the * in his hand struck out horizontally, sealing the blade in the opponent's hand.

Call!

Then, Ye Junlang's left fist burst out with a fist of rage and killing, and the fist of the angry dragon killer blasted out, the fist turned into a dragon, and the sound of a dragon's groan sounded in the wind of the hunting fist, and the endless killing intent was permeating, and the terrifying power of the crit had been condensed in the fist.

The killer-level master's face was terrifying, and he could only resist with his cross arm in a hurry.

With a bang, Ye Junlang's punch slammed into his rung's arm, and along his arm it also hit his chest, causing a fist crit.

The power of the crit that penetrated the lethality swept out and poured into the body of this killer-level master, forming a crit hump on his back!

When this killer-level master fell, he couldn't move.

Ye Junlang's eyes sank, and he rushed in the direction of Nakamura Mountain Island.

In the battlefield on the side, the phantom has already assassinated a killer-level master, facing the swarming and killing of the rest of the elite soldiers, the ghost's eyes are cold, a cold killing machine is permeating, and the arc-shaped blade in his hand turns into a cold mang, attacking and killing forward, stained with blood all the way, no one can stop it.

Then, the ghost stared at a killer-level master again, and his figure flickered in a few flashes, and when he approached, the arc-shaped blade in his hand had turned into a cold light, and it went straight to the throat of this killer-level master.

With the wielding of his long sword, under his attack full of violent aesthetics, the corpses that fell around him were often dead, and the remains of severed limbs were everywhere.

Under the siege of three killer-level masters, Tie Zheng's waist was slashed by a samurai sword, and blood flowed everywhere, but the knife edge was not deep, and this injury was equivalent to nothing for Tie Zheng.

The price that the other party got in exchange was that two killer-level masters were killed, and the other was seriously injured.

Tie Zheng suddenly laughed fiercely, and looked coldly at the seriously injured killer-level master, and the other party subconsciously shuddered, and there was a feeling of shuddering.

"Dongying devils, suffer death!"

Tie Zheng shouted violently, and the majestic momentum burst out, and the endless battle intent turned into a killing intent of angry killing, holding a long knife, and rushing forward to kill again.

......

Outside the main building, the original 70 or 80 people in the Tokyo group ended up with less than 20 people left.

The rest of them turned into cold corpses and fell to the ground.

Raging Wolf, Crazy Tower, Baron, Du Yan, Fang Lie and other Satanic Army soldiers were covered in blood, and they didn't know how many famous people they had killed.

The rest of the Tokyo Group had already shown fear on their faces, and there was a sense of horror in their hearts, and in their eyes, the Crazy Tower and the others were like killing machines, harvesting the lives of their accomplices again and again.

"Kill!"

The angry wolf's eyes were cold, and he drank coldly, and attacked again.

The rest of the Tokyo team fought back and fought back before they died, but it didn't help, and the battle was decided.