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Tang Hai and Yue Tu were confused at first, but then they realized that Chen Qiye was afraid that their battle would be too tragic and scared them?

How is that possible!

Tang Hai is the young king of Donghai, and Yue Tu often brags, claiming that he is the god of heaven and earth, and that he is not afraid of heaven and earth. The two young men will not feel that they will be scared by a fight.

As soon as Chen Qiye went out, Tang Hai and Yue Tu followed closely. They had just heard the fighting sounds in the house for half an hour, and they were already dull. However, when they went out and saw the scene outside, Yue Tu was frightened and kneeled down with a thud. The young king of Donghai, who had stabbed someone else, had also been stabbed by someone else, and was very angry when he was holding the wall.

"Why, how come there are so many dead people?" Yue Tu knelt on the ground, covered her head with her hands, her face burst out with blue veins, and she looked disbelief!

"There are blood everywhere, look over there..." Tang Hai barely calmed down after spitting three mouthfuls, pointed to the distance and said.

Yue Tu followed Tang Hai's gaze and saw the huge Xu family glutinous rice field full of wounded people. After a rough look, there were as many as a hundred people lying down. Their blood flowed out of their bodies, directly dyeing the world red.

The team of death soldiers formed by various tribes has suffered more than half of the casualties. Xu Que supported Xu Xuesi, Zhao Long held Bai Yunfei, Chen Dongting and Xi Feihong supported each other. Some people missed their arms and legs, some were stabbed in the abdomen, and more were those who were not dead, bleeding and wailing on the Xu family's glutinous fields.

Looking at those once familiar faces, relatives, clan members, and uncles who were still bragging in the morning fell under the black square formation of the Song family. The six prominent clans of Donghai and Wuhua, the people of more than a dozen clans were no longer timid, but only had a revenge.

"It's so tragic. I'm going to join the battle and kill people." Yue Tu was unconsciously infected by this sad atmosphere and roared with tears and sniffles.

"Mr. Chen, please give the order, we will fight with them." Tang Hai looked at Chen Qiye and shouted. As long as he ordered, he would charge into the battlefield.

"Mr. Chen, we're fighting with them!"

"Kill all the dogs of the Song family."

"We still have the power to fight."

Tang Hai reminded him that hundreds of tribe members and clan leaders looked at Chen Qiye and shouted heart-wrenchingly.

At this time, Chen Qiye clasped his fists and looked at the farmhouse opposite the Xu family's ancestral home: "The Song family's dead soldiers have consumed more than half of their physical strength, Tang Yuanchen, when will they wait until they don't take action!"

The duel between the natives and the Song and Li families, the casualties had reached a terrifying one to ten. Song Qingcong was very satisfied with this result, but when he heard Chen Qiye shouting at Tang Yuanchen in the sky, he immediately frowned, and the dead soldiers of the Song family suddenly stopped killing.

Last time at the Huang family villa, Tang Yuanchen singlely killed seven in and seven out of the Song family's black-clothed square formation with just an oriental knife. The dead soldiers of the Song family had never seen such a fierce person before, and they were already afraid of Tang Yuanchen.

Soon, someone came out of the farmhouse opposite, but it was not Tang Yuanchen, but the super old Wu family's door god, Zhuo Jiudao.

"The Wu family's door god, Zhuo Jiudao, is here to help Mr. Chen with his arm." Zhuo Jiudao said with a fist to Chen Qiye from the air.

Immediately afterwards, several big men were accustomed to coming out. They all had fought with Chen Qiye in the Dongxing ring. They were the super old guardian of the housekeeper of the eight sides, and their strength was at its peak.

"The god of the Hua family, Wu Cangsheng, is here to help Mr. Chen with his help." said the second strong man.

"Yan Family's door god, Yan Yang, is here to help Mr. Chen with his help."

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Tang Yuanchen, the last one, came on stage with an eight-foot wax white stick in hand, also bowed to Chen Qiye with his fists, then pointed to Song Qingcong's direction, and shouted with a full breath: "The Song family is going against the rules and trying to swallow Xinshi. He is rushing south to seize my territory and kill my wife and children. All kinds of good players, please follow me, Tang Yuanchen, and kill the dog together!"

"Kill the dog!" Many masters of the gate gods all took a step forward and shouted with a shared hatred of the enemy.

Tang Yuanchen, the Sanjiang San, was the first master and the master of national martial arts in ten years.

Zhuo Jiudao, a master of hidden weapons, and the current Wu family's door god.

Wu Cangsheng, once a super A-level criminal, and now the Hua family god.

Yan Yang, the master of Bajiquan, and the current Yan family god.

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These eight people are the eight super-old guards and guards in the southeastern provinces, and are respected as door gods. They have more or less carried several or even more than a dozen lives on their bodies.

Since ancient times, heroes violated the ban by martial arts, and have been weakening their forces in all dynasties and emphasizing the rules of sheep, so they were born in the arena competitions and boxing competitions.

However, even the darkest black fist in the world cannot be compared with the battlefield. The national martial arts that have been passed down for thousands of years are the battles of life and death on the battlefield, which have evolved step by step.

There is no civilization, no rules, no rules on the battlefield. Every move of the Chinese martial arts is pursuing killing and killing people with one sword.

Even the boxing champion with the strongest attack power in the world is not as good as the civilians holding Rewu. However, in close combat, even Rewu must be better than the master of national martial arts holding steel knives.

With the addition of the eight gate god-level combat powers, the situation on the battlefield has undergone earth-shaking changes in an instant.

Tang Yuanchen rushed into the battlefield, and just threw it, one horizontal, and one smashed it. The three men in black in the Song family were hit on the bridge of their nose, crotch, and chest. He rushed into the pigpen like a butcher holding a double axe and killed all directions.

This time, there was no Chen Qiye's order, but the young and strong men from all major tribes already knew how to do it. They immediately reacted following Tang Yuanchen's footsteps.

"Kill!"

"Avenge our tribe members!"

"My uncle and brother are dead, I want to take revenge!"

Tang Yuanchen was the first to rush into the Song family's black-clothed square formation, and the remaining masters of national martial arts immediately rushed into the Song family's black-clothed square formation.

"Chun!" "Chun!" "Chun!" "Chun!"

Zhuo Jiudao shot four swords in a row and hit the face of four men in black. For the sake of today's battle, he prepared dozens of flying knives in advance. In less than three minutes, dozens of flying knives on Zhuo Jiudao's body had been shot. Then, under the cover of other door gods, he observed the situation.

"Brother Wu, you fight with Master Tang together, and the remaining angers formed two wings to kill the dead soldiers of the Song and Li families into a defeat." Zhuo Jiudao roared on the battlefield.

"Okay!" Tang Yuanchen and Wu Cangsheng responded at the same time.

But Yan Yang, the god of the Yan family, felt that this was too troublesome, and shook the knife in his hand and shouted: "I am a pioneer alone!"

With a whisper, he cut a dead soldier from the Song family over, then dragged a huge punching knife weighing dozens of kilograms, crossed all the points, and rushed to the forefront. At the sight of his blade, a man in black in the Song family must have fallen down. After more than a dozen rounds of chopping down, the bodies under him had piled up with hills.

The other experts from all walks of life have made more or less achievements. In ten minutes, the Song family's dead soldiers under the eight of them were able to stand on par with the young and strong in the two places. The black-clothed square formation of the Song and Li families began to retreat for the first time.

"I didn't expect that, I really didn't expect that Chen Qiye could join forces with eight super elders to be enemies of my Song family?" Song Qingcong looked at the retreating dead soldiers, and he knew that the black-clothed square formation of the Song family was out of reach.

"Master, what about the aristocratic family order?" Lin Bo, who was beside him, whispered in a low voice. He had seen the hope of Song Qingcong's death, but the premise was that the aristocratic family order was on Song Qingcong.

"Haha, then I'll let these inferior people see the power of the Song family for a hundred years!" As soon as he finished speaking, Song Qingcong dialed a number on his satellite phone and ordered: "You can come here."
Chapter completed!