“Waa…”

A ferocious roar echoed from atop a building.

A wine cup spun through the air above the street, and a tall, sturdy figure stood up, holding a knife.

The Monkey King’s staff whirled in the air.

In the distance, atop a high building, "Godhand" Zhu Yang expressionlessly drew his longbow once more.

On this day, those who could represent death guarding the old Yamen street in Jiangning were no ordinary individuals.

They were the elites of their respective action units, all having tasted blood in the past. Most were well-known martial artists with a reputation in the pugilistic world. They were more than capable of one-on-one duels and engaging in fierce brawls.

It was a day filled with tension. The atmosphere around the old Martial Yamen was relaxed on the surface but tight within. First-rate experts with formidable skills were stationed at various intersections, making their names known. Behind them, elite guards patrolled slowly, conversing with each other, occasionally revealing a bloodthirsty glint in their eyes. And in the high places nearby, one or two grandmasters or elders with truly overwhelming martial power were seated, seemingly casually overseeing the situation. However, the vast majority of these people were, of course, not truly letting their guard down.

The Fair Deal Party had split into five factions. The so-called "four against one" was a comparison of the power of the entire Jiangnan region. But within the confines of Jiangning alone, if He Wenzhen were to abandon all pretense, he could mobilize an army of tens of thousands at any time to crush the entire gathering here.

And even if he wouldn't do that, having carried the banner of "Fairness King" for so long, how could he lack experts who had come to join him?

Before the great battle began, people could only speculate about what would happen next based on past "common sense." According to prior information, everyone had a rough idea of which martial artists the "Fairness King" had mobilized to Jiangning, and a summary had been made. But the biggest wild card beyond this obvious move was, in fact, the "Black Flag Army" that He Wen had been verbally touting.

This was a force that no one could ignore in the entire world today.

But even so, how many people could the Black Flag Army send?

At this moment, the face of the operation here saw "The Number One Expert Under Heaven" Lin Zongwu, whose martial arts were divine, sitting in the center. And with him at the core, first-rate experts with illustrious past records, dozens of grandmasters and great grandmasters who had founded their own sects and schools, almost represented half of the pugilistic world. Everyone gathered here, and even an army of tens of thousands could theoretically be withstood.

One must remember that when Zhou Tong assassinated Nianhan, he almost succeeded, and he only mobilized a hundred or so martial artists from the pugilistic world.

And the formation laid out in Jiangning today should give them a seventy percent chance of winning against any force that came.

He Wen's power was certainly not to be underestimated, but even if he brought out all his experts, the guardians of the Great Bright Sect under Lin Zongwu alone would probably be enough to contend with him. And if the Black Flag Army also sent dozens or even hundreds of experts, that would certainly be astonishing, but for everyone present at this moment, it would instead be a cause for excitement.

A mighty dragon can never suppress a local snake. While everyone dared not go to the southwest to cause trouble, if experts from the southwest came to Jiangning and engaged in a fierce battle, ultimately returning with their martial arts, that would be enough to provide everyone here with capital for half their lives.

A seventy percent chance of winning. From any perspective, people were prepared for a dragon-tiger battle. From last night until now, the many experts and elites participating in the defense had repeatedly discussed the list of experts from the southwest in private. People speculated about who might come from the southwest, and they also speculated about what the result would be if the infamous experts in the Black Flag Army fought against the grandmasters of Jiangning today…

Beneath the casual appearance, people did not miss a single change in the surrounding streets and squares.

As Xue Jin advanced slowly, everything still seemed ordinary.

When the little monk caught the arrow, everything still seemed ordinary.

When the knife-wielding youth exerted force under his feet and pounced over, it was merely a martial artist launching a sudden attack.

At this moment, similar scenes might be happening at the other intersections around.

Lü Fan's spear rained down like a hissing giant python, demonstrating the formidable skills he had honed through years of spear practice. But when the youth's blade flared up, seizing the middle ground and advancing, the "grandmaster"-level expert sitting on the building above actually frowned.

In the instant of the ferocious exchange, the youth's knife skills were fierce and domineering, as if splashing ink on a great river. In the blink of an eye, he broke Lü Fan's advantage of length, and in the few strokes that followed, the blade struck the spear, and the distance to the person was shortening as if death was approaching. Lü Fan shook the spear with enough force to shatter the earth and split rocks, but he could not escape the approaching domineering blade. Finally, the pouncing blade, like a tidal wave crashing against the shore, seemed to carry the momentum of heaven and earth collapsing, and slammed down fiercely!

Lü Fan was going to die –

This was just a thought that flashed through their minds. On the streets behind, and in the buildings next to them, several experts had already reacted. Some opened their mouths to shout, "Spare his…"

But they couldn't finish the sentence.

Figures experienced in battle had suddenly drawn their blades, and some rushed out from behind the barricades.

The grandmaster on the building threw out his wine cup with a "Waa—" sound, stood up tall, and with a flip of his hand, hooked out a terrifying edge.

Blood bloomed before their eyes like an explosion.

Since deciding to rebel and following Fang La to participate in the planning of the Yongle Dynasty uprising,

The Domineering Blade, which Liu Dabiao had honed for half his life and truly perfected, had not shown its fierce edge in the pugilistic world for many years.

This violent blade was more like a reckless and unrestrained act of aggression by an ignorant youth, and for the pugilistic world who licked blood from the edge of the blade, once they encountered such a slap in the face, the other party had to die in an even more miserable manner.

People shouted out!

At the same time, a strange and sharp whistle passed out from the periphery of the battlefield on the south side of the street. From far and near, people appeared at windows, and people appeared behind walls. A quiet transmission was spreading around.

Xiao Qi’s cold face appeared on the edge of the roof behind the teahouse, nodding towards the distant inquiries.

“Godhand” Zhu Yang drew his bow, preparing to shoot an arrow.

“Monkey King” Li Yanfeng was less than two zhang away from Ning Ji. His staff-wielding pace paused slightly. This was a subtle mistake that was difficult to detect during the period when a grandmaster-level expert was pouncing on an enemy.

The little monk unwrapped the package in confusion. The flag with black background and Chen Star broke free of the package skin, showing its full appearance in his hands.

Xue Jin walked past the side of the Black Flag Army…

Further behind… That was the place that "Monkey King" turned his head to notice, several figures had already come out from that side, some people rolled up their sleeves, some people twisted their necks, and some people were uncovering the long packages behind them.

Li Yanfeng’s throat was slightly dry, a huge chill was surging on one side of his back, and the hairs all over his body were standing up. In his chest, the heart seemed to be ignited suddenly, constantly contracting and expanding, pumping out hot blood with a more violent posture than ever before.

"Black Iron God" Chou Shuyan had already seen him.

The sound of people was noisy…

……

“…It’s finally starting, cough cough… You two black lumps of coal, I won’t save you if you encounter danger later…”

“…Although it is a characteristic of you cripples to speak inhumanely, I still want to ask a question… Why is this?”

“…Because you even refuse to call me father… I have no face…”

Among the crowd, Yuwen Feidu shook his head and sighed, while pulling open his gun holster…

On the distant wall, someone also raised the muzzle of a gun.

……

With a bang, it cut through the sky.

Black smoke rose up, and dozens of zhang away, a blood flower bloomed for a moment.

“Godhand” Zhu Yang fell off the roof in response, falling down with the tiles.

……

The black flag unfurled in the center of the square. The little monk’s eyes were originally confused, but then became bright. He widened his eyes, and his mouth also opened wide.

Behind the barricade at the street entrance, several figures rushing towards this side also caught sight of this black color almost at the same time. The grandmaster sitting on the building brought out his long knife with a crisp and neat posture, and had also flipped over the railing, landing on the street with a bang.

“Waa aaaaaaah—”

"Monkey King" Li Yanfeng's eyes turned to the extreme in an instant, his internal force was forced, and his long hair flew up. This was the second time in his life that he had clearly faced the team of his father's enemies. At the same time as the coldness surged, the dignity and accomplishment as a grandmaster also urged him to force his strength to the peak of his life in an instant. He shook the long stick in his hand, and finally strode forward.

Attacking the staggering Xue Jin.

The black woman who was walking forward and several people around her held up their knives and shields.

“…Wenjiang and I will deal with this monkey, Brother Hei will help Xiaolong break through the formation, and the others will accompany the cripple to seize the high ground…”

A complete Black Flag Army special operations team consists of twelve people.

In front of the square, Ning Ji, with the blood all over the sky, pushed up the barricade and smashed it towards several experts who were rushing over. The blade of the long knife in his hand was fierce, and he slashed towards the front with violent chops, and exchanged two knives with the two experts in the front in an instant, and his momentum suddenly reached its peak. The next moment, his body shrank and he pounced towards the ground.

The blade almost flowed out along the ground. He used a style of "Fighting in All Directions at Night" to kill out of the crowd from under the crotch of "Humpback God" Jiang Lian, who was as strong as an iron tower. The left calf and right thigh of this expert named Jiang Lian had been cut into the bones by the blade.

Blood erupted, and he couldn't live…

This fierce and evil expert knelt to the ground almost blankly.

The experts next to him jumped away towards the surroundings, and then surrounded and killed him again. Ning Ji fled at high speed. At the same time, Xiao Hei had pulled open the fuse cover of the grenade in his hand…

Explosions had already come from the surrounding courtyards.

The most rapid response was from the residence where the so-called "Godhand" Zhu Yang was originally located. Because this marksman performed the most prominently, the team of people arranged in this section made the first response.

In the next moment after receiving the order, the sniper who saw Zhu Yang draw his bow pulled the trigger for the first time. At the same time, the figure crossed this street and threw three grenades towards the inside of the courtyard wall.

Zhu Yang's body landed, and three grenades were also thrown in. A martial artist who witnessed Zhu Yang falling to the ground even tried to help him, and then, the explosion rang in the courtyard.

In the rolling smoke, seven or eight figures flipped over the courtyard wall,

Three experts then rushed to the corridor on the second floor of the attic. A martial artist rushed out of the room, was pushed away by the knife and shield, and the people behind him threw another grenade into the room, and then drew their knives to deal with the enemies in front of the team.

……

“Waa aaaaaaah—”

Li Yanfeng shouted, and danced the sky with his stick on the street at the first time. Then what was resisting in front of him was the shield erected by the black girl and another Chinese soldier, Chi Wenjiang. The Monkey King was a great expert close to the grandmaster level. Accompanied by his agile figure and strong internal strength, the waving stick could open the bluestone, which could not be blocked by ordinary people's shields, but of course, the black girl and Chi Wenjiang themselves were not ordinary people. The two shields banged and banged and pushed the Monkey King backwards, while the long knives in their hands always maintained deterrence.

This kind of fighting method was not pleasant, but it was relatively stable when encountering group fights. As for Li Yanfeng, the blood courage that suddenly swelled encountered a wall that was being pushed horizontally, and his emotions were even more ferocious for a time, but his stick could not smash these two stupid walls. Suddenly he shouted again, and his body rolled on the ground, and then jumped into the air ten feet away, grabbing a stone in his hand and throwing it towards Xue Jin, who was staggering forward behind him.

The sound of breaking wind whistled.

If the right path cannot be taken, then we must come up with strange plans. If the shield cannot be passed, then we must attack what must be rescued. This was the life philosophy that Li Yanfeng had developed for a long time. He did not know who Xue Jin was, but since the other party was helping, it would be a refreshing thing to kill him.

The stone whistled and passed over the shield formation. At the next moment, the stone was slapped open by a long knife next to Xue Jin, and a man in gray and white clothes who was walking forward with a knife glanced at him with a slight disgust. Feeling the smoothness of the other party's knife skills and the power of his body, Li Yanfeng felt a chill in his heart for no reason.

"Feather Knife" Qian Luoning did not stop. Just between this wave of the steel knife and this glance, his figure had crossed a distance of several feet and went straight to the battlefield on the street.

Only the black girl, suddenly flicked her long knife, and said in her mouth: "I fuck you –" and pounced towards Li Yanfeng. Her figure approached like a cannonball. Li Yanfeng retreated quickly, waving his stick, but then was invaded by the opponent's rain-like offensive. The woman's fist skills were like rain, and Li Yanfeng also had the Monkey King Fist with both hardness and softness, but only for a moment, the woman pounced directly, clasped his arm, and grabbed his clothes in the struggle, and grabbed his joints, disturbing his steps. Li Yanfeng fiercely disassembled the moves, and Chi Wenjiang kicked him in the chest.

Li Yanfeng was at a loss, dragging the dark-skinned woman who could not be shaken off, and crashed into the courtyard wall on one side with a bang. He shouted: "Have the guts to fight one-on-one—" but the two chased him all the way, smashing all kinds of objects around into ruins…

Grenades exploded on the street entrance, and smoke filled the air.

Ning Ji was chased into a room on the side of the street, and Xiao Hei, who threw the grenade, had pounced over and attacked the sword-wielding grandmaster sitting here for a few moves, and then chased into the room. At the same time, Ning Ji窜上屋顶from the back of the room on this street, and several experts chased and killed him behind him.

The sword-wielding grandmaster shouted loudly, commanding the nearby experts to surround and kill him. Then, his steel knife shook and faced the people in front of him. As a martial artist's intuition, he knew that the most powerful people were coming.

"I am Gao Haifeng, the 'Limitless Slash' of the Xuandao Sect, who is coming from the Black Flag Army!?"

"Feather Knife" Qian Luoning. " The other party's voice was still several feet away when he spoke, and he approached in the blink of an eye.

"Haha, good! Good ah—"

Gao Haifeng's long knife was cut out like water. He was like a fusion with the knife. The same approaching silently, the two people's knife light intertwined several times in the air in the blink of an eye, and the sound of ding ding ding rang into a piece. This "Limitless Slash" Gao Haifeng was amazing, and he was indeed one of the best experts in Jiangnan, comparable to "Sky Knife". The two exchanged knives for a few strokes, and an expert on the side jumped down from the roof and pounced directly on Qian Luoning. Qian Luoning swayed his body, and the knife cut towards the attacker. Gao Haifeng chased up, and at the next moment, he only heard a loud "bang" in the air, and blood flowers bloomed in the sky.

The person who jumped down from the air to attack was cut open by Qian Luoning, and Gao Haifeng's body stumbled back, only to see that Qian Luoning's left hand was holding a short gun with two gun barrels. After firing, green smoke was curling up. He was just at that moment, after killing the attacker, he hit the full iron sand on Gao Haifeng's chest.

Gao Haifeng's body retreated nearly two zhang, sat down on the ground, his face full of disbelief, blood was seeping out of his chest densely.

"Master…"

Behind him, eight or nine disciples rushed forward, some dragged Gao Haifeng trying to leave, some pounced on Qian Luoning, Qian Luoning plugged the fire gun back behind him, and the long knife in his hand was cut out like water with the forward movement, and there were countless blood lines intertwined in the air…

At that time, on the south and west sides of the Old Martial Arts Office, eleven special operations teams from the southwest began to rush into the inner walls and streets of this defensive position, seizing the predetermined high points…

Without any warning, it was like a small ripple that suddenly began to shake this big mountain.