The open space on the top of the slope has been completely occupied by members of the Qingyang Gang and the Flying Eagle Gang.
The two gangs who claimed to be "allied brothers" a few days ago, but tonight they met with swords and killed everyone.
Both sides ambushed hundreds of people. It can be said that more than half of the members of their respective gangs were mobilized. The battle was extremely fierce.
For a moment, the flash of swords, bloody limbs, and screams and angry cries of killing were intertwined...
Tonight is destined to be a night of killing!
Han Feng and others were watching all this with cold eyes from a distance.
Behind them, in the dense forest not far away, the two groups of people who were fighting endlessly just now have taken off their coats, revealing the dark red Lieyan Gang logo!
"My dear nephew, thanks to your ingenious plan, we allowed our people to pretend to be members of the two gangs and fight, so that they could be tempted to take action!"
Seeing the Qingyang Gang and the Feiying Gang fighting each other, Xiao Mu's face finally showed a hint of joy.
Even Xiao Qingluan, who "hated Han Feng to the core", had to praise Han Feng at this moment.
"I didn't expect your method to be quite effective. When are we going to kill him?"
Han Feng was paying close attention to the battle situation on the top of the slope at this moment. He was not careless at all. Hearing this, he waved his hand and said.
"There's no rush. Let them consume each other first. The later we take action, the better."
With that said, Han Feng looked at the center of the battlefield, where Ying Huan and Chen Yang were fighting fiercely, and said to Xiao Mu.
"Uncle Xiao, you can't let any of these two guys go, otherwise you will let the tiger go back to the mountain, and there will be endless troubles!"
Xiao Mu nodded.
"Don't worry, my dear nephew, they can't leave even if they want to."
Lin Huo on one side also nodded.
"Yes, I drank the two glasses of wine containing "black ginseng" powder.
Soon, the qi, blood and spiritual power in their bodies will be unable to function.
With the gang leader's strength and leisurely waiting for work, it would be easy to kill them!
For tonight's action, Xiao Mu was extremely well prepared.
Not only did he follow Han Feng's instructions, he also asked the Lieyan Gang to pretend to be two gangs fighting each other.
He also specially prepared "black ginseng", an extremely precious, colorless, odorless, and extremely difficult to detect poison, and asked Lin Huo to secretly drink it while Chen Yang and Ying Huan were pouring wine.
Xiao Mu and others were obviously confident, but Han Feng felt an inexplicable sense of danger in his heart at this moment.
He always felt that something was wrong, but for a while, he couldn't tell what was wrong.
As time passed by, the fighting at the top of the slope had reached a fever pitch.
The men of both gangs were already furious, and both sides suffered heavy losses.
But the Qingyang Gang had the advantage both in terms of numbers and strength.
At this moment, although the losses were huge, they gradually gained the initiative on the battlefield.
At the same time, in the center of the battlefield, the battle between Chen Yang and Ying Huan was gradually becoming clearer.
After all, Yinghuan only had a five-star cultivation level at the Hui level, and Han Feng had already known it through Xian'er's perception just now.
Chen Yang is already an eight-star Hui-level warrior, one star higher than Xiao Mu. The gap in strength between the two sides is not small.
At this moment, the silver light on Chen Yang's palms gradually deepened, and there was also a faint hint of golden light.
In the darkness, the shimmering light of gold and silver intertwined, causing a sharp sound to break through the air, and crazily enveloped Yinghuan.
On Yinghuan's claws, there were also two flashes of silver light, and his shots were as fast as phantoms.
However, when the two of them exchanged offensive attacks, Ying Huan's skill was obviously inferior.
After several collisions, Chen Yang was bound to be knocked back once.
Fortunately, his Flying Eagle Movement was extremely sensitive, so Chen Yang would not be able to catch the flaw and defeat the enemy in one fell swoop.
However, after the two of them exchanged nearly a hundred moves in a row, Yinghuan was already retreating steadily, showing a state of exhaustion.
Chen Yang was even slapped on the chest, and a stream of blood spilled from the corner of his mouth.
On the other hand, Chen Yang looked calm and his offensive became more fierce.
The speed and power of his shots are constantly increasing.
While Yinghuan struggled to parry, he secretly looked at the battlefield on the top of the slope.
When he found out that the Flying Eagle Gang had lost more than half and suffered heavy casualties, his face became even more ugly.
Ying Huan knew in his heart that he was destined to be unable to reverse the defeat tonight.
After another exchange of blows with Chen Yang, Ying Huan's body shook and he slid several feet away.
The next moment, he suddenly turned around, climbed up a big tree, and shouted to the Flying Eagle Gang below.
"Belonging to the Flying Eagle Gang, retreat for now!"
After giving the order, Yinghuan took the lead in retreating.
But when he saw his feet exerting force, the thick branch under him suddenly bent violently.
Using the strength of his body and the elasticity of the tree trunks, Ying Huan's figure was like a gliding eagle, flying down the hillside at high speed.
Just when he reached the waist of the hillside, his body fell, he stepped on a large branch, and was about to use the force to bounce up again.
"Whoosh...!"
A streak of blood shot out from the stabbing side, as fast as lightning!
Ying Huan was startled and turned around suddenly.
Even though he reacted extremely quickly, there was still a deep, bone-visible scar on his waist, with blood flowing out gurglingly.
At the same time, the bloody light stopped abruptly on the slope a few feet away.
Xiao Mu held the blood knife in his hand and slowly turned around, with a cold smile on his face.
"Leader of the Eagle Gang, where are you going?"
Yinghuan was stabbed in the waist, lost his balance and fell back to the ground.
After stumbling to regain his balance, he covered his wound with his hand and looked at Xiao Mu with shock and anger.
"Xiao Mu, you are indeed colluding with Chen Yang to destroy our Flying Eagle Gang!"
Xiao Mu heard this and sneered without comment.
"Leader of the Eagle Gang, you can't leave today."
Ying Huan's face was ashen, but he laughed wildly.
"Haha... Xiao Mu, I admit that my skills are not as good as you and Chen Yang.
But with my body, if I want to escape, even if you two join forces, what can you do to me?
Just wait, if I don’t avenge today’s revenge, I, Yinghuan, swear not to be a human being! "
After saying that, Ying Huan took a strong breath, and the spiritual power cyclone in his dantian was running at full strength, and layers of faint silver light lit up all over his body.
"Eagle Swirl Step!"
Yinghuan shouted low, exerted force on his feet, and shot towards a big tree next to him as if his body was weightless.
The next moment, his feet suddenly landed on the tree trunk.
The body twisted around and shot towards the next big tree at a faster speed.
With several clicks of his feet, Ying Huan was ejected dozens of feet away, and his speed was as fast as a thunderbolt.
However, just when Yinghuan was working hard and preparing to escape all the way.
The vitality, blood and spiritual power in his body, which had been advancing like a torrent, suddenly stagnated.
Just like a torrent being blocked, the surging Qi, blood and spiritual power were blocked in an instant, and started to rush around in the meridians.
Yinghuan's figure also froze, and his face suddenly turned red!
At this moment, the strong wind roared behind him, and a cold and evil aura suddenly hit him.
Ying Huan suddenly turned around and saw Xiao Mu rushing towards him like a cheetah, with the bloody knife in his hand like a dark red blood line!
"Xiao Mu, you...you actually poisoned me."
Ying Huan, who was frightened and angry, could not return Xiao Mu's hesitation for even a moment.
The moment the two people's bodies intertwined, there was a flash of blood, and Ying Huan's body was separated, and his head was thrown away with a burst of blood!
Xiao Mu followed the inertia and rushed a few feet away. He turned around suddenly and watched Ying Huan's head fall to the ground. There was no mercy on his face and he whispered to himself.
"If you didn't show ill intentions towards me, the Lieyan Gang, you wouldn't have ended up like this. You deserve to be blamed for today!"
Immediately, Xiao Mu picked up Ying Huan's head with a knife, threw it high towards the top of the slope, and shouted loudly.
“The leader of the Flying Eagle Gang, Ying Huan, is dead, and everyone in the Lieyan Gang is following his orders.
Members of the Qingyang Gang and the Flying Eagle Gang will all be killed without mercy! "
Xiao Mu shouted loudly, and hundreds of Lieyan Gang elites, who had already been hiding in the darkness, came out of the mountain like tigers.
Accompanied by the loud shouts of killing, "a ball of red fire" rushed toward the top of the slope and came to kill!
