Infinite Battle

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"This brother is wrong. This person is definitely not the Shaolin King Kong non-destructive magic skills. I think this person has a physical shape and bones, far beyond the realm that ordinary martial arts can achieve. It should be other horizontal kung fu, you see. When this person fought with the head, there was obviously a copper color flow on the bones. I want this person to practice horizontal kung fu such as golden bells and iron shirts."

"No, according to what you said, if this person has practiced the golden bell and iron cloth shirt, then he and the master have already fought a dozen moves, and he should have been defeated by the master long ago."

Listening to these narrations in his ears, the more he listened to Jiang Shang, the more surprised he was. In the end, this narration really pointed out the martial arts he had practiced.

With a punch to the palm of the hand, Yan Zhendong was forced to retreat. Jiang Shang rushed to the few who were talking. With this Yan Zhendong's fight, Jiang Shang already knew that this person was not his opponent, and he had no tentative thoughts.

The person behind the Qingshui City mission had already fought against each other last night, and this iron master came over today, just to come and take a look.

If it weren't for this weird narration, Jiang Shang wouldn't have paid too much attention to this iron master.

Jiang Shang wanted to move, and Yan Zhendong naturally had no ability to stop him. After taking Jiang Shang's blow, he was directly beaten and rolled out. The iron palm of thirty years of hard training was even beaten by Jiang Shang. , Fire poison backlash.

The whole person smashed away from the surrounding disciples, and slammed one head on the stairs, his face turned pale and red, and he was obviously violent.

Jiang Shang rammed into the crowd directly, everyone in front of him turned on their backs, and finally came to the three narrators, grabbed the three of them, threw them toward the door, and then directly grabbed the person next to him. Long knife.

Stabbed...

The sound of a torn flesh and blood sounded, and the turmoil in the field instantly calmed down. Everyone looked around Jiang Shang, and all the people who had been severed by Jiang Shang swallowed.

From Yan Zhendong being hit and seriously injured, to the three people being thrown out, and then at this time, everything happened too fast.

"The head is dead!!!"

In this weird silence, I don't know who yelled, and all the disciples of the iron head in the field looked at Jiang Shang.

"Guardian, take your life!!!"

The death of Yan Zhendong obviously irritated these disciples of the iron head. He had been domineering in Qingshui City for so many years. This was the first time someone came and killed his head.

Jiang Shang was covered in blood, looked at the appearance of the group of people around him, and couldn't help but shook. Are these people dumb? Still say loyalty.

But none of this has anything to do with Jiang Shang. Since he is here today, Jiang Shang hasn't thought about allowing the Iron Sect to survive. These people are all the steps that Jiang Shang climbed up, and they are all living credits.

"kill!!!"

Standing with a knife, Jiang Shang's eyes slowly turned red. At this moment, there are no more innocent claims. There is only a collision of two positions. Jiang Shang wants to kill them to gain merit, and these iron head disciples , I want to avenge my head.

Puff...

Seven or eight big heads flew up into the sky, and the blood gushing out of their necks was like a fountain, filling the whole yard with the smell of blood and making everyone even more crazy.

Jiang Shang only felt very happy in his heart. Compared to plotting, this kind of murder made him even more interesting. The desire for killing that had been carved into his heart was fully released by this brutal means. .

The long sword in his hand swept out, unorganized, but because of the strong physical fitness, six or seven people in the front were cut off in one blow. Looking at the person who fell to the ground and howling in pain, Jiang Shang slapped the long sword. The blood rushed into the crowd.

Click...

A long knife flew up into the air. The long knife that had already curled its blades finally reached the end of its life span after Jiang Shang had cut off thirty people in a row, and this gave confidence to the remaining sixty people in the yard.

"Brothers, the knife in Officer Gou's hand is broken, kill it!!!"

With a loud shout, the man rushed up directly. Jiang Shang, who was already covered with corpses under his feet, slowly closed his eyes. At this moment, the golden gas in his body was boiling like a handful of oil in the fire. Jiang Shang Numerous veins and veins throughout the body are filled with golden gas, and the whole person is directly transformed into a bronze color.

Tiger roaring iron cloth shirt.

A dull tiger and leopard thunder sound came from Jiang Shang's body. The body under Jiang Shang's feet exploded in an instant, and Jiang Shang had disappeared in place.

Bang...

The person who rushed over only felt a gust of wind blowing in his face, and then a pain in his chest, a huge force passed directly through his chest, and looked hard towards his chest under the heat and cold.

I saw that he was punched through his chest with a punch from Jiang Shang's right arm, and countless blood spewed from this man’s wound, splashing Jiang Shang all over, and shook off the corpse on his arm. Jiang Shang shook his head. Although these people are all martial arts practitioners. People are harder to kill than ordinary people, but they are also limited.

Although it can't do the kind of unparalleled treatment of ordinary people, it is not bad, at most it is slow to kill.

Jiang Shang's move even stimulated the remaining Iron Sect disciples in the yard, and they all rushed up in a swarm.

Suddenly, the stump of the limbs in the yard flew across, pounced on the people of Jiang Shang, and they were also beaten out of the circle one after another.

Jiang Shang smashed the last person’s neck with a punch. He took a breath, and countless filth and blood flowed down from his body. Jiang Shang’s body was shaken, but it was not clean. Finally, he was helpless from face to toe. Stroke down.

Scarlet blood was left crazily from the trouser legs, causing a small puddle to accumulate on the ground where Jiang Shang was standing. He looked at the corpses in the yard~www.NovelMTL.com~ and many more were beaten into flesh when he did it. Mu, almost two hundred disciples in charge of the Iron Sect were all killed.

Jiang Shang bent over and picked up the broken knife on the ground. None of the weapons in the yard were complete, which made Jiang Shang not want to find a good knife. After all, it was just making up the knife, not necessary.

In the yard, rumbling and searching, it really made Jiang Shang find a few who were still alive. After wiping his neck, he headed towards the inner courtyard of the iron head gate.

When he came to the inner courtyard, after searching house by house, Jiang Shang thought that these family members might have already run away, but he did not expect to find a cellar in the yard.

The blood on his body has dried up, making Jiang Shang's fish and dragon clothes dry, his hair and face are all dyed red, he lifted the door of the cellar, and was locked from the inside.

Knocked down and knocked, there was a dull sound. Listening to the sound in his ear, Jiang Shang estimated that the iron gate should be at least ten centimeters in length. These people did not run for their lives, but hid in it. Obviously, they didn’t think so. People can come in.

Jiang Shang took a deep breath, raised his left fist, and slammed it against the iron gate. A loud noise rose. Unfortunately, the iron gate had an extra three-point fist mark removed from it, and it was unscathed. This made Jiang Shang Extinguished the thought of forcibly breaking open.

If these people want to hide, then just let them hide. To kill the sect will naturally cut the grass and roots, and kill these people without committing suicide. There are more ways to do it.

After three poles in the day, the screams in the yard of the iron head gate subsided. The people who had been around the door because of the movement and the soldiers guarding the city all looked nervous and looked at the gate nervously.

Creak...

The scarlet door was pulled open from the inside, and a blood-stained figure walked out of the door, and a strong smell of blood followed.