Tolstoy glanced around and said, "You are just a bunch of little soldiers and generals. Brother Weihu, why don't you send a few powerful spirit guards to challenge me? Don't you think too highly of yourself?"
In a moment, Tolstoy was whirling his sword, and a violent force of martial arts suddenly appeared around him. The more than ten mighty tiger gang members surrounding him had not yet reacted to see clearly who was surrounded. Suddenly, the target person turned into a whirlwind, covering him like a ghost. The weapon in his hand made a clattering sound, and was inexplicably snatched away by Tolstoy.
In the blink of an eye, Tolstoy collected twelve weapons, which were like huge metal fans in his hands. Thrown heavily to the ground.
An even stranger thing happened. These twelve weapons were not intact when they were just taken over.
After being thrown hard by him, the weapon was immediately crooked and broken, and none of the weapons was intact.
All the martial soul guards of the Weihu Gang knew that he was very powerful and had excellent martial arts fighting skills. Now that they saw Tolstoy showing off his skills, how could they dare to call him to death? Frightened by Tolstoy's power, they all involuntarily took a few steps back.
"A bunch of losers and trash, get out of the way of this gang leader."
The leader of the Weihu Gang personally went into battle, and his men took out their own spears and stood majestically opposite Tolstoy on the deck.
Pointing his spear at him, he faced Tolstoy and said, "Boy, I heard that you are doing well in Wuhun Continent. You are also lucky enough to become one of the commanders of Luo City. The world will give you the honorary title of the Three Heroes of Luo City. It's a pity. You don't know how to cherish, and you actually came to stir up chaos in our Tianlong Sect. Let me tell you, whether you have joined the Tianlong Sect or not, the leader of the Japanese gang will take your life today."
Tolstoy smiled coldly, "Your name is Weihu, right? I think you are just a paper tiger, with no real ability. With your mind as small as the eye of a needle, even if you reluctantly established a new gang, it still can't be maintained. It won’t be long before I can tell you that your Weihu Gang won’t survive half a year. You will become someone else’s wedding dress. You understand.”
Tolstoy's words don't seem to be completely bluffing. The situation in Nanjun City is very complicated now.
There is the infiltration of the Sirius Army in the north, the interference of the evil sect forces in the south, and the impenetrable masters of the evil sect. Nanjun City is no longer what it used to be. A few small and medium-sized gangs and sects can manage things in an orderly manner.
In particular, the rise of the Xianni Gang in the city came so suddenly, dealing a heavy blow to traditional sects and gangs.
The major sects in Nanjun City who have a little knowledge are looking for a way out for themselves, either relying on other larger sects in nearby city-states, or forming offensive and defensive alliances with the dignitaries in the city.
However, Wei Hu, the first elder of the Tianlong Sect, and Chen He, the second elder, not only failed to reform the Tianlong Sect, but instead took advantage of the murder of the previous generation's sect leader to carve up the sect. Gangs were established one after another. Taking away most of the disciples of the sect, this move has caused dissatisfaction among the disciples and deacons who have some knowledge in the sect. But the two elders were stubborn and stubborn, while Xiong Guai was brave. I simply can't listen to other people's opinions.
When Wei Hu heard that his nephew Hongye had taken away some Tianlong Sect disciples, he immediately felt dissatisfied and immediately secretly ordered his men to intercept along the river.
But he never dreamed that traveling with Hongye and a group of Tianlong Sect disciples would be Tolstoy, who had recently become famous in the Wuhun Continent in Luo City.
Although Wei Hu was the leader of the gang, his knowledge was limited. At this moment, he saw that Tolstoy actually dared to fly to his own ship to show off his bravery. He thought that a hero could not stand up to the crowd. As long as I give the order, I can definitely catch him on the spot. Then kill him in front of the gang to establish your authority.
Unexpectedly, after sending out more than a dozen martial spirit guards who were experts at close range, they could not do anything to kill just one person. Instead, the other party took away the weapon with inexplicable skills.
For Weihu, this is tantamount to a slap in the face. He cursed a few times, jumped into the formation, and confronted Tolstoy.
Thor saw that he actually used a spear, and glanced at Weihu up and down. He immediately understood this "doomsday hero" and knew him thoroughly.
"Boy, I know that you once practiced martial arts combat skills under the leader of the Honghuang Sect. But don't forget whose territory this is. The leader of this gang is giving you an ultimatum today. Either you get off the shore immediately. Don't Participate in the internal affairs of our sect. Or use some of your true talents to learn and take a few shots from me. Although this gang leader is a few years older than you, it is still easy to fight for 500 rounds."
Tolstoy said coldly, "Weihu, have you ever heard that I, Tolstoy, have fought with others? I have never had more than or equal to fifty rounds? Not even fifty rounds. How can I talk about five rounds?" A hundred rounds? Are you trying to justify yourself and put yourself in a position of flattery?"
"I'm angry, look at the gun." Leader Weihu shouted wildly, the gun came out like a dragon, picked out a row of lightning, and stabbed towards Tolstoy's direction. It does take some skill, otherwise it wouldn't make a whistling sound.
The traitors of the Weihu Gang never thought that the enemy would dare to fly from the other end of the ship to the vicinity and directly challenge their gang leader.
It's no wonder that they don't know the details of Tolstoy at all. Little did they know that he was one of the three famous Los Angeles heroes. When they saw Tolstoy challenging the gang leader, the members of the Weihu Gang immediately shouted loudly from the bow of the boat. Cheer for your gang leader.
Wei Hu felt secretly happy, knowing that although Tolstoy took action at this moment, he did not take action with all his strength. And he thought that Tolstoy had tried his best, but there was still nothing he could do. He secretly wondered whether Tolstoy had faked his reputation. Otherwise, after exchanging more than twenty moves with him, why didn't he just kill him and defeat him
But what Tolstoy was thinking at this moment was exactly the opposite.
The disciples of the Weihu Gang are, after all, still members of the Tianlong Sect. For the sake of Hongye and all the sect disciples, he wanted to end this fight without bloodshed. Let the Weihu Gang get out of the way and welcome them across the river to Luo City.
This seems to be his biggest thought at the moment.
At this moment, a spear rushed towards him, and a stinging pain like a needle immediately came from the opponent's spear head.
Tolstoy didn't pay attention to the power that Wei Hu exuded, and he used a soul-breaking blade to identify the opponent's soul gate. With one strike, it struck like lightning. When you are about to go out, you will be quick and accurate, simple and direct, sharp and unparalleled.
All the disciples of the Mighty Tiger Gang on the ship suddenly saw that Tolstoy's Soul-Breaking Blade seemed to have produced a ball of light. The strength of the martial soul was so powerful that everyone opened their eyes wide. unbelievable.
For the first time, the disciples of the Weihu Gang began to worry about their gang leader. The excitement and joy on their faces turned into a kind of infinite confusion about the future.
This is no wonder for them. As Hongye said, once the Weihu Gang loses its leader, everyone will immediately become leaderless.
In gangs in small towns like Nanjun, the competition between gangs and sects is as fierce as the tip of a needle against the wheat. The Weihu Gang has long been at a disadvantage in the competition. If they lose another gang leader, the current decline will be unsafe. How to survive in Nanjun City.
Since even the gang could not be saved, the disciples were naturally disheartened. It’s no wonder you worry about your future and your future. At this moment, the situation was almost one-sided in favor of Tolstoy, and the situation was in his hands.
As early as when he was the leader of the Tianlong Sect, Wei Hu, as an elder rather than the leader of a gang, could be considered to have contributed to the sect.
He led his more than 200 prestigious disciples, worked hard, and created a large business. Almost one-tenth of the territory within Nanjun City was incorporated into the Tianlong Sect.
It was precisely for this reason that the former sect leader made an exception and promoted him to the rank of great elder, becoming an authority under one person and over a thousand people.
He is a top master of martial arts combat skills, at least in Nanjun City, he can be ranked among the first-class masters.
However, his vision, mind, and realm are limited to the small Nanjun City. Instead of looking at the world, paying attention to the top young martial arts masters who have recently emerged on the martial arts continent.
The young opponent in front of him had already shown rare martial arts talent before he had passed twenty moves.
From the perspective of the leader of his gang, he should have seen that he was no match for Tolstoy. You should stop immediately and shake hands to make peace.
However, because of his own dignity, Wei Hu refused to admit that the young man in front of him surpassed him in all aspects of martial arts combat skills. Therefore, he continued to fight while licking his old face.
The sword wind rushed out, becoming more and more fierce, and the powerful martial soul's scorching sun energy blew in like will-o'-the-wisps in hell. And in the tip of the knife, another ball of ice energy came out, locking tightly on Wei Hu's forehead. He had to keep looking at the soul-breaking blade with his eyes. He couldn't show off his power even if he wanted to, like a trapped tiger.
Wei Hu let out a long sigh and said to himself in his heart, "Is this gang leader getting old? Why can't he even deal with a young monk?"
"Twenty-one knives." "Qiang!" The swords and guns clashed, and the spear turned into a sword like a dragon and was bent backwards, forming an angle of at least thirty degrees. Weihu saw the situation and held it with his left hand. Next to the butt of the gun in his right hand, he let the tip of the gun bounce back. The power of this move was astonishing. With the help of the rebound force of the gun body, it knocked the opponent's soul-breaking blade away. Wei Hu wanted to immediately pursue him. .
Helplessly, Tolstoy's Tiangang illusion magic was much better than him, and he flashed to the other side in an instant. He sneered and said, "You don't want to chase me, do you? Look at the knife."
The sword was as strong as a tiger, and its power was no longer as powerful as that of the tiger. The young boy in front of him became more and more courageous as he fought, as if he had endless martial soul power in his body.