Legend of the Fighter (2)
Chapters... 136: With Only Five People
The two Twin Axes moved together, in the hands of both of them had prepared an axe that became their fighting companion. But until now they have not crossed with the stealth plow, the headquarters they passed seemed empty.
"Where is your friend, why is it so lonely?" Ciu San asked the middle-aged man who was forced to follow the Two Twin Axes.
The middle-aged man circulated a glance, then shrugged both of his shoulders. "They should be going through this place, because this is a guard line."
No no no...
Ciu San instantly stopped his steps, pulling the body of the middle-aged man into hiding.
Zhi Long checked the situation with his hearing, he was so serious and the ears kept moving as if trying to catch some sound waves.
"Fifteen people" Zhi Long told Ciu San.
And just as Zhi Long said, fifteen people appeared from behind one of the buildings.
Ciu San glanced at Zhi Long, finding a sign that no other group around him had immediately charged forward.
Crash it!
One attack one person died, fourteen others instantly dodged.
Ciu San turned the axe in his hand, looking on with a deadly smile.
The fourteen looked at the one friend who had been lying lifeless. Their eyes were red, full of anger. "Bag what are you!"
Crashes...
Haven't had a chance to get an answer, the man who was shouting immediately crashed headlessly.
"Much talk!" Zhi Long appeared with an axe covered in fresh blood, standing beside the elder brother.
Thirteen people remained and they had prepared with swords in hand. Their eyes looked at the Two Twin Axes, but were instantly distracted by the existence of the middle-aged man.
"You're dressed like us, but you're on their side. You traitor!"
Hearing that slur the middle-aged man could not say. At a time like this he must immediately choose, or will regret when it is too late.
"Everyone has a choice, and this is my choice." The middle-aged man moved his sword, preparing to face the stealth plow.
Thirteen people instantly stared cynically, anger clearly emanating and it was aimed at the middle-aged man.
"Traitor, it's not worth pardoning!" They attacked, but before hitting the middle-aged men Ciu San and Zhi Long came forward facing them.
"Don't say much, or you'll die." Ciu San attacked, swinging the axe while laughing.
The thirteen stealth plows instantly made ranks, issuing defensive techniques. But Ciu San's attack was not something that could be held back by ordinary people, once the axe hit them was immediately thrown.
Zhi Long hunted down, the axe in his hand as if it was dancing around aiming at the opponent. With just the two of them, the thirteen stealth plows could be defeated. The two Twin Axes were not even injured, their clothes were still perfect.
"We continue our sweep" said Ciu San while keeping his axe. It was really calm, as if there was no new fight.
The middle-aged man gulped his saliva, looking at the twin men walking in front of him.
Who is this group, why is it so powerful? The question immediately revolved around the middle-aged man's head.
He had never heard of or known a figure like Zhou Fan and the Two Twin Axes. Indeed, in Dianlan City there are quite a lot of great fighters, but most of them are old men who are not too interested in the affairs of bandits such as stealth plows.
It had even been a dozen years of stealth plows running, but only this time it was faced with problems.
"What are you doing, just walk!"
"From here we will probably meet the two previous masters, because these paths are interconnected and end on one path." The middle-aged man explained about the path they were on.
Ciu San stroked his chin, he continued walking with an axe preparing on his back.
Zhi Long did not stop catching the sound, continuing to check the surrounding conditions.
"Wait a minute, two people are approaching. No, four people!" zhi Long exclaimed which immediately made Ciu San stop his footsteps.
"From which direction?" ciu San asked as he grabbed the axe on his back.
"From there," Zhi Long said as he pointed towards the front. Instantly they were on standby, looking for a place to scout.
The sound of the footprints became clearer, and Ciu San had tightly grasped his axe.
Zhi Long had given a cue, preparing to attack.
One...
Two...
Ti-ti
Not yet had the third finger pointed upwards, their faces frozen to see who was coming. "Young gentlemen!"
Zhou Fan almost threw his attack, but was lucky to quickly recognize them-Ciu San and also Zhi Long.
"Why are you here?" Zhou Fan looked in surprise, didn't he send them to explore other paths, why did he meet her.
"Young master, the two paths seem to be interconnected. We followed that path until meeting the young master here."
Hearing Ciu San's words, Zhou Fan nodded his head. Now he understood why he could meet these two twin brothers.
Zhi Long was still in disbelief, he had already guessed that there were about four people coming. It turned out that the two pairs of legs that stepped were Zhou Jim's, it deserved that there were four pairs of legs.
Wosh's...
Wosh's...
A shadow shot out quickly, distracting Zhou Fan as well as the other five people.
Simultaneously appeared dozens of people dressed like a group before. One look Zhou Fan already knew that they were a group of stealth plows.
"Come to the stealth plow base, you seek death!" Without further ado, the meteka attacked. The army of approximately eighty men attacked Zhou Fan with only five men, plus a wolf beast.
But quantity would be meaningless without quality, they might be dozens of people, but their cultivation was only at the level of an emperor fighter. There were also those senior fighters, but only a few people and that was the level of a three-star senior fighter.
Zhou Jim darted, pouncing with his claws. Shouts rang out, blood spurting out. Zhou Fan with his bare hands, hit the opponent to the ground.
The middle-aged man was a little overwhelmed, as his strength with his former comrade was on par. But because of the help of Ciu San and Zhi Long he was able to survive.
Slowly but surely the army of eighty men was drained until only half was left. Zhou Fan did not let a single opponent escape, continuing to smash into their faces or bodies.
Ciu San was crazy, he was enjoying the fight too much so that the axe in his hand could no longer see its true form. Everything was red, full of blood.
The stealth plough headquarters had become a battleground, perhaps more accurately said a massacre because the difference in strength was so great.
"Retreating, we should report this matter to the chairman. We can't face them."
Zhou Fan smiled, continuing to punch the opponent who was trying to escape. "You don't have to call, I'll come see him!"