The horn of counterattack was blown, and the disciples of the Dark Night Gate were all vying for the first place. The shouts rang through the hotel building and shook the entire town.
The few Filipino warriors under the stairs on the third floor didn't even have a chance to resist, so the team members led by Song Chunyu were instantly overwhelmed and died tragically on the stairs.
Next, the team of 21 people merged with Xue Chen. With the eighth-rank martial artist taking the lead, the team rushed down instantly, crushing the warriors on the platform stairs between the second and third floors from the second floor. Flattened.
Then they joined Zhang Feng...
"Sect Master, here we are!"
The moment Song Chunyu saw Zhang Feng, he roared with excitement, rushed forward and brandished a short knife.
The Filipino warriors on the second floor were stunned by the counterattack of the dark night gate. There was no room for counterattack, and they all turned around and ran away. For a while, the stairs became a mess.
"Kill, don't be merciless!"
Zhang Feng held up the thick-backed machete and shouted loudly.
"kill… "
The cry of killing shook the sky, and the dark night gate disciples rushed down with murderous aura as if they had been beaten with blood.
In less than a minute, the Philippine warriors were pushed back to the lobby on the first floor. The original team of more than 150 people could retreat here, worth about fifty people, and everyone was sparsely dressed. Panicked, completely lost the momentum when he entered the hotel.
"Back, fast back, go outside, you can't do anything here!"
The bald boss of the Black Tiger Gang actually shouted pure Chinese in a hurry. It seemed that he was also a Chinese.
Seeing that few people understood what he meant, he shouted again in the local Filipino language.
A group of people ran to the gate quickly, and soon became a ball.
"Kill them all!"
Song Chunyu rushed to the front, shouting, holding his short knife high, and rushing towards the crowd.
Behind them were the members of Chunyu Team. The first few people were covered in blood, and they couldn't tell whether it was the enemy or their own. They followed Song Chunyu and rushed into the crowd.
Like a group of lions, plunged into the group of lambs...
The battle is so simple, first in the morale, and second in the aura. When the morale of one side explodes, the aura will naturally go straight to the sky. On the contrary, the morale of the other side has been hit many times, and the aura has long ceased to exist.
At this time morale is low, and the panicked party has no
No matter how many people there are, there is no way to withstand the impact of the high morale, and the line of defense or something must be broken by a poke, and then there will be a unilateral massacre.
In ancient times, battles that were defeated by less and more were basically the same principle. The equipment and everything were second, and the fight was this kind of spirit.
"kill… "
"Help... Run!"
"Don't squeeze me, go one by one..."
"Those who block me die..."
"Ah... don't kill me... please..."
All kinds of shouts are intertwined, and the entrance of the hotel building has become a Shura field.
In about three minutes, the fighting gradually subsided, and more than 30 corpses were left at the door. Those who could stand were all disciples of Anyemen.
Twenty-three members of the Chunyu team, plus Zhang Feng and Xue Chen, participated in the counterattack. In the end, there were still 20 people left. Three of the disciples were knocked down by the opponent during the counterattack. Has been sacrificed.
"Sect Master, we won!"
Song Chunyu's face was bloody, but he couldn't hide his excitement. He wiped his face and laughed after speaking.
This counterattack was his most enjoyable battle since he joined the Dark Night Gate 20 years ago, even if there were only 18 people left in his team, he still had to add himself.
Hearing this, Zhang Feng patted his shoulder, and the corners of his mouth raised slightly: "Good job, take your team with me in the future, follow me, and promise you have a better time!"
The solicitation from the sect master made Song Chunyu both surprised and delighted. He took a few breaths. He knelt on one knee in a hurry, clasped his fists in his hands, and shouted: "From now on, Song Chunyu will only look forward to the sect master's head, and die. regret!"
The other seventeen people followed, knelt on the ground, clasped fists in both hands, and shouted: "Only the master of the door is looking forward to death without regret!"
Zhang Feng quickly helped Song Chunyu up and slapped him on the shoulder vigorously.
He was just as happy, even excited, with a continuous smile on his face, as if he had drunk three bowls of old wine, his face was red with a few blood stains, and he looked extremely heroic.
Zhang Feng has been around his foster father since childhood, receiving instruction and training, and has hardly participated in the management of the dark night gate. It can be said that he has almost no help in the dark night gate.
Song Chunyu is a master of tactics, and his cultivation is also at the pinnacle of Rank 7, plus his age is similar to Zhang Feng, and in time, he is absolutely capable of succeeding as the master of the Zhanzi Hall.
This is a good helper and must be overcome.
However, Zhang Feng is too lazy to use the means of buying people's hearts, and he treats it with sincerity, so that he can really keep a person's heart...
"Sect Master, shall we pursue it?"
Xue Chen couldn't help laughing while watching from the sidelines, and asked softly.
She was happy for Zhang Feng, and the love in her eyes was almost written in her eyes. What really made her nostalgic and admired was when Zhang Feng showed the king. At this time, Zhang Feng has already stepped out of her eyes. The first step on the road.
But the battle tonight is not over yet, she must remind Zhang Feng.
"There are only twenty people who ran away, and there are not two 8th rank masters left. Everyone is tired, and the pursuit is not necessary for the time being, tonight..." Zhang Feng groaned, his brows tightened: "The hotel is not suitable for living. Let's change a place to rest. Tomorrow morning, after breakfast, we will start to fight back!"
Yes, it's not a chase, it's a counterattack.
The owner of the dark night gate was surrounded by people in the hotel, fighting a lot, and the disciples suffered heavy casualties. This hatred must be reported, otherwise, everyone would dare to attack Zhang Feng in the future.
"Yes!"
The disciples responded loudly.
Next, under the command of Song Chunyu, the team members took the wounded and dead brothers, followed Zhang Feng and others, quietly left the blood-stained hotel, followed the path and left the town, temporarily hiding in a piece of land outside the town. Primitive deep forest.
On the way, Song Chunyu led people to scan a clinic. In addition to a large number of ***, he also brought a doctor and his family.
"Sect master, I will watch them treat our wounded, if you have anything to call me!"
Seeing that Ye Qingxuan, Li Jiangying and Chang Wenxin were all settled down, Song Chunyu took the initiative to avoid suspicion. He could see that Zhang Feng's expression was wrong and there seemed to be signs of recurrence of the old injuries, so he quickly left the place to Zhang Feng.
However, when this guy left, he winked at Zhang Feng, his upright looks, and he was full of wretchedness with a smile that a man could understand.
"Go!"
When he left, Song Chunyu pulled away the dazed Ding Xiaoshan.
"What are you doing?"
Ding Xiaoshan still looked confused, and stumbled as he was being dragged away. You could see that Song Chunyu used his infuriating energy.
"You are stupid, the door is mainly healed, with double repair..."
Going far, the sound is not real.
(End of this chapter)