After several moves, although Zhang Haotian cut down another person, his heart was getting heavier and heavier. He had discovered that the Dongxing Gang were indeed elite soldiers and almost all of them could receive two moves. If they fought alone, one move was naturally no different from two moves. However, in the group fight, the problem was big, because there were too many people attacking him. As long as the enemy avoided a single sword, it would give others a chance to attack. If he wanted to hurt the enemy, he had to take five or six moves. He might be able to hurt all of them while walking, but hundreds of people would pour in layer by layer and he would soon be exhausted. At this time, if the sword technique was slow or the reaction was slow, he would inevitably be hit by someone. After being hit, his combat power would naturally be greatly reduced, which would be very dangerous.

During the battle, Zhang Haotian shouted loudly, and the blade crossed, hitting the waist of a man. The golden dragon short sword was so sharp that the man didn't have time to hum a while, and had been cut off in the waist. Blood surged wildly. When the upper body fell to the ground, his arm actually moved, and his lower body still took two steps forward before falling down. His internal organs and blood flowed all over the ground. The scene was very terrifying. The members of the Dongxing Gang who besieged him saw that this person was so powerful, everyone was frightened, and their hearts were beating wildly, and the attack couldn't help but slow down a little.

Zhang Haotian had this slowdown and had time to see the situation in the entire compound. After seeing this, he immediately shouted "Oops."

It turned out that the 300 subordinates he brought were even worse than expected. When he saw more people from the Dongxing Gang, at least one-third of them had knelt down and surrendered. The other people were obviously not as good as those from the Dongxing Gang. In addition, the number of people was greatly inferior to that of the Dongxing Gang. Many of them were cut down and moaned continuously. The people led by Zhao Jinfeng could not rush to the iron gate at all, let alone control them and snatched out of the door.

At this moment, Zhang Haotian also saw Zhu Er not far away. Unexpectedly, in the melee, his quick sword was more practical than his "Wang Family Sword Technique". He was really quick to shoot out lightning. Each sword could stab an enemy. At this time, there were about a dozen people lying beside him.

However, Zhang Haotian was not optimistic because he knew deeply that Zhu Er's fast sword was the most exhausting of arm strength and physical strength. Under such fierce battles, he could maintain his best condition for at most five minutes. His sword technique was attacking but not defending. As long as he was slowly approached by the enemy, he would be in danger of his life in an instant.

Without any hesitation, Zhang Haotian called out: "Brother Zhu, I'll leave it to you here. I'll go to the iron gate."

Zhu Er could only hear his loud answer, his footsteps moved, and he rushed over, covering Zhang Haotian to the iron gate to reinforce Zhao Jinfeng and his group.

Zhang Haotian rushed forward and slashed all the way, but he was not in a fight. Not long after, he arrived at a place 30 meters away from the Iron Gate. He saw that the Iron Gate was already full of people from the Dongxing Gate. Although Zhao Jinfeng, Wang Bin and others rushed forward, the other party fell down and immediately added another group, and they could not rush over.

With a roar, Zhang Haotian waved his sword and slashed at the Dongxing Gang who were blocking the front.

The sharper the knife, the thinner the blade. At the moment, he subconsciously cared about the Golden Dragon Short Sword and was unwilling to slash against the other party's sword. Now the situation is urgent, and everyone is in danger, so he doesn't care about so much, and he slashes and slashes.

You should know that the Wang family’s sword technique was originally created on the battlefield, and they used heavy tools such as ghost-headed swords and nine-ring swords, and their moves were mainly opened and closed. The most important thing in sword technique was momentum. At this time, Zhang Haotian tried his best and no longer had any concerns, and his power increased immediately.

He slashed at a tall and very strong Dongxing who was slashing his head. The man hurriedly placed the machete in his hand on his head, trying to hold his knife. However, what he didn't expect was that the short golden dragon sword was actually cut into iron like mud. After hearing the "clang" clash, the man's shiny machete actually broke from the middle, and Zhang Haotian's sword was not extinguished, sank down, cutting the man from his right shoulder to his lower abdomen, and his body was spurted with blood and fell to the ground.

Zhang Haotian killed this person and shouted: "Brothers, follow me and let's fight out."

At this moment, except for the leaders such as Zhao Jinfeng, the Wanhong Gang's people were surrendering, dead, and injured. There were no more than eighty people left on the field. Moreover, more than forty people were following Zhu Er to cover them for the Iron Sect. There were only about thirty people following him. Seeing the enemy's strong momentum and blocking them layer by layer, most of them felt despair. When they saw Zhang Haotian rushing over and roaring, they couldn't help but feel excited, and they all roared, and rushed forward again with him.

Using the "Wang Family Sword Technique", Zhang Haotian moved forward with his roars, which could be said to have gathered his momentum to the top. Although the Golden Dragon Short Sword is short and thin, its beauty lies in cutting iron like mud. Although it cannot knock the enemy's weapons like the ghost head sword and the Nine-ring sword, it can break the blade and hurt the enemy. In the meantime, nine machetes were cut off by him within a while, and seven people fell to the ground with blood. Only two people saw the opportunity and abandoned the sword and avoided it. It was considered a life.

The people in the Dongxing Gang were not all desperate people who were not afraid of death. Seeing Zhang Haotian so brave and the sword in his hand was so sharp, some people who were blocking him to dodge back with fear when they saw Zhang Haotian coming, and did not dare to fight with him. Not long after, Zhang Haotian rushed to the front of the iron gate.

However, when he saw the situation of the big iron gate, he secretly complained. It turned out that the big iron gate had been specially designed. In addition to the two three-inch thick copper locks, there was also a secret lock that needed to enter a password. Even if he broke it with the Golden Dragon Short Knife and cut it off, he could not open the secret lock.

At this time, he heard screams from behind and turned around to look, but saw that the situation was getting worse and worse. Although he was able to kill the people of the Dongxing Gang and rushed here, Zhao Jinfeng and others could not do it. Under the siege of the Dongxing Gang, more than ten people under his command fell to the ground, his body was covered in blood and blood, and he didn't know whether it was life or death.

Without any hesitation, Zhang Haotian immediately raised his sword and went back. When he brought his subordinates to the Iron Gate, except for Zhao Jinfeng, Jiang Yang, Wang Bin, Wu Xiaolong and Huang Guangsheng, there were only seven members of the Wanhong Gang left, and each of them was injured in the sword, with blood on his body, and it was hard to tell whether it was his own or the enemy's.

Relying on the iron gate, there is no need to worry about an enemy attacking behind them, the pressure will be reduced. Zhao Jinfeng and Jiangyang Sword Pharaoh are experienced in fighting, while Wang Bin and others have been taught by Zhang Haotian. The other seven people can support them until now, and their skills and reactions are naturally not weak. Everyone is in a row and takes care of each other. For a moment, they finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Zhang Haotian once again cut off a man's machete with the Golden Dragon Short Sword, slashed the man to the ground. While the enemy was shrunk and did not attack forward, he looked straight in front of him. He sighed in his heart. It turned out that there were several cracks of rice grains on the blade of the Golden Dragon Short Sword. After all, such a treasure knife was used to fight head-on, which was really a waste of resources.

Zhao Jinfeng was next to Zhang Haotian, wielding his sword to force the invading enemy, while saying in a deep voice: "Haotian, I can't get out of the iron gate, find another way, brothers can't support it."

Zhang Haotian had actually started to think of a solution. Facing so many enemies, it would be very easy to deal with if he was alone, that was to use the "wall climbing technique" to jump up the high wall and then leave. However, all his brothers were inside, so how could he keep it alone and abandon it cruelly. If he climbed the wall first and then pulled people up, it would be absolutely impossible. You should know that the wall is nearly six meters high, and if he wanted to climb up, he might not be able to succeed in one go. At such a high distance, it would be difficult to pull the person below. Even if he pulled it, it would be difficult to protect the person below from being cut by the enemy.

At this moment, cold sweat was already on his forehead. He suddenly looked up and saw several trucks parked in the middle of the courtyard. When he thought of a plan to escape, he was immediately delighted and shouted: "Brother Scar, you are here, I'll go and find a way, you must hold on."

While speaking, he had already rushed into the members of the Dongxing Gang with a golden dragon short sword, slashed and slashed all the way, and moved closer to the truck in the middle of the courtyard. His purpose was to get into the truck and use the truck to break the big iron door. And his remaining brothers could follow him as long as they got into the truck's compartment.

Seeing that Zhang Haotian had rushed back, the people from the Dongxing Gang were very aware of it. Although they were yelling, they did not step forward and allowed him to rush to the middle of the yard.

However, before he arrived in front of the truck, he saw the situation here. What was even worse than the people who went to seize the Iron Sect was that the Wanhong Gang who covered them had almost all fallen into a pool of blood, and there was no place to fight.

Zhu Er, Chen Qiang, Lu Ping, and You Qingquan were just covering the situation behind. Without fighting, there was only one possibility. Thinking of the terrible consequences, Zhang Haotian's heart suddenly became tight and he felt like he had fallen into an ice cellar.

At this moment, a group of Dongxing Gangs standing in front suddenly separated from both sides, and immediately revealed a person. It was the "lightning tiger" Chai Rong. He saw a green-handled sharp knife that was more than three feet long and was shiny and narrow all over his body shaking gently, while under his feet, he stepped on a man with his face on his face and covered in blood. It looked like Zhu Er in his clothes.

Seeing that Zhu Er was motionless under Chai Rong's feet, Zhang Haotian felt a trembling heart, and rushed over with big strodes, and said anxiously: "Brother Zhu, what's wrong with you? Answer me quickly."

Seeing Zhang Haotian coming, Chai Rong suddenly kicked Zhu Eryi with his feet, kicked him to Zhang Haotian's feet, and then said coldly: "Zhang Haotian, you are a good man and your swordsmanship is very fast. Unfortunately, your defense is too poor and it is okay to deal with ordinary people. When you meet a real master, you can only fail. However, he can block me thirty moves and is the first in the past ten years."

Zhang Haotian gritted his teeth and did not answer his words. Instead, he squatted to check Zhu Er's injuries. He saw that he had been stabbed in a total of three times on his shoulder, abdomen and arm. Although they were not vital, the wound was very deep, and one was even penetrated. Fortunately, he could still feel his breathing slightly, and he was fainted for a moment.

At this time, his eyes also glanced at the parked truck, and his heart suddenly felt cold. It turned out that when he got off the bus, he ordered the car to leave people to get out at any time, but now there are no one in all the cars, and there are blood splashing on the windows of several cars. Naturally, it was the hands of the people from the Dongxing Gang, and the keys of these cars also fell into their hands. There was no possibility of driving and knocking on the iron door and going out.

Chai Rong's hawk eyes stared at Zhang Haotian silently, and there was no more in his eyes. He just found out that he was not Huang Chong's contempt, but a solemn look on his face. He nodded slowly and said, "Zhang Haotian, no wonder someone said you are the most promising young generation in the Wanhong Gang, and no wonder Pang Tongxun wanted you to die. Today's battle, both you and your subordinates surprised me. It would be a pity to die here, so I changed my mind and prepared to bet with you."

Zhang Haotian stood up, controlled his emotions, and said calmly: "Oh, what do you want to bet on?"

Seeing the young man surrounded, but his face was not afraid, Yuan Ting Yue Zhi's momentum, a hint of admiration flashed through Chai Rong's eyes and said, "Just I saw that your sword technique should be above you, the master of the fast sword, but I want to bet that you can't pass sixty moves under my hands. If you can catch my sixty moves, you can take away the rest of the people, and I will never send anyone to chase him."

Hearing this, Zhang Haotian said without hesitation: "Okay, just bet, but you have to ask all your people to stop."

Chai Rong nodded and gave a wink at the middle-aged man named A Guang beside him. A Guang immediately ran to the iron gate and shouted loudly. The Dongxing Gang who besieged Zhao Jinfeng and others stopped one after another.

Zhang Haotian knew that Chai Rong was definitely a master of swordsmanship, but he was not afraid at all. He pushed the sword forward and shouted: "Come on."

Chai Rong slowly walked out of the crowd and looked at him and said, "Zhang Haotian, you are just a dead ghost sent by Chai Rong. I have been thinking about whether to keep your life or not. I have not made a decision yet. In these sixty moves, I will not show any mercy, and I will even take your life. But that is God's will, proving that you have no fate to live in this world again."

Zhang Haotian immediately whispered loudly: "Chai Rong, if I take your life within 60 moves, it's God's will. Don't regret it."

Chai Rong laughed to the sky and said, "Okay, it's really crazy and heroic. If you really can kill me, my subordinates will never stop you."

Zhang Haotian knew that people like Chai Rong would not make promises in front of so many subordinates and would no longer speak, but slowly moved their bodies, lifting the golden dragon short sword to their chest, and moving the tip of the knife forward, which was already the starting step of the "Wang Family Sword Technique".

Chai Rong had seen Zhang Haotian's skills, but he didn't dare to be careless. He waved his hand to let his subordinates around him retreat, and slowly walked to him with the narrow and long green-handled sharp knife.

Zhang Haotian knew that he had finally met a real sword master today, and suddenly shouted loudly, and the golden dragon short sword in his hand had already slashed towards Chai Rong.

Chai Rong had long seen Zhang Haotian's sword edge, but he was also an excellent knife in his hand. He also shouted and raised the knife to stand it horizontally.

The two blades collided in a moment, and a crisp sound made a "clang" sound. Both of them shook their arms. When they retreated the sword and looked at each other, Zhang Haotian's knife had another crack like a grain of rice. Although Chai Rong's green-handled narrow knife did not break, it had a two-centimeter hole. If he fought hard, his knife would definitely be broken.

This green-handled narrow sword has been with Chai Rong for nearly twenty years, which has made him famous on the road. For those who use the sword, it can be said that it is no different from his own women. When he saw the sword being damaged, he felt a lot of pain in his heart. He couldn't help but take a step back and said, "Slowly, Zhang Haotian, let's change the sword and fight again."

Zhang Haotian smiled coldly and put the Golden Dragon Short Sword into the scabbard below his waist.

Chai Rong did not speak with a calm face, but turned around and handed his green sheathed narrow knife to the big man who had been holding him a knife just now. He also took two machetes from his subordinates, one of which he took, and the other turned around and threw them to Zhang Haotian.

The confrontation was repeated. This time, the two of them roared at the same time and waved their swords. Only a "smart" sound of gold and iron clashing, and in a moment, they each shot three swords.

As the saying goes, "A expert will know if there is any one." Only these three swords made Zhang Haotian feel terrified, because he found that Chai Rong's sword technique was really fast and ruthless, and his speed was definitely above the "fast sword Zhu Er". Unlike Zhu Er, every move he kept was left behind. Not only was the attack quick, but his defense had no flaws. It was extremely powerful.

When Zhang Haotian first heard Chai Rong say that he would take 60 moves and today's matter was over, he was really dissatisfied, but at this moment, he understood that if he didn't handle it well, he would probably not be able to take 60 moves.

After being motivated, Zhang Haotian shouted again, his arms trembled, waved his machete, and pulled out several sword flowers, falling straight toward Chai Rong's head. In the floating, the reality and reality were uncertain. It was the "Geese in the air floated out of the top" in the "Wang Family Sword Technique".

Chai Rong is an expert in using swords. When he saw Zhang Haotian's move, he immediately praised: "Good swordsmanship."

As he said that, he raised his sword and stood up, and every time he accurately judged the fall of Zhang Haotian's sword. His rich experience was really admirable.

Zhang Haotian also shouted, and when he was about to fall, his arm suddenly shrank and sank. The knife suddenly lifted from his lower abdomen toward his chest. It was another "single-spreading wing-like lifting" in the "Wang Family Sword Technique".

Changing from top to bottom to picking from bottom to top, the change is really abrupt. Zhang Haotian worked hard between these two moves, which can be said to be one of the essences of the "Wang Family Sword Technique". It is definitely difficult for ordinary knife hands to catch it. However, Chai Rong raised the knife to cover it up, and almost at the same time, his body retreated back. Zhang Haotian's exquisite change in this move was actually empty.

At this moment, Zhang Haotian was secretly shocked. He knew that Chai Rong was able to avoid this move, not to judge the change in his sword force in advance, but a subconscious instinct formed after raising the knife to silence. This is the real realm of a master, an experience formed after thousands of battles. He may have a judgment on the changes in the opponent's sword force, but he does not have such an instinct.

However, such a change in the sword force still won Chai Rong's praise, but he heard him say, "What a change, good sword technique, Zhang Haotian, among the younger generation, your sword technique is probably no better than that. OK, my whirlwind sword technique has been useless for ten years. Can you try to catch it?"

As he spoke, Chai Rong's figure suddenly moved quickly, and he cut it horizontally into his right waist with a knife. It was as fast as lightning, and it made a "chi" sound of breaking through the air.

Zhang Haotian dared not underestimate him. He flipped his arm and held the machete in his hand up to block the sword he was attacking.

When the two swords intersected and turned into a cross, Zhang Haotian only felt that the opponent's sword was coming to great force, and subconsciously increased his strength to the outer grid.

However, just as he was pushing his strength to the outer frame, the knife in his hand suddenly lightened. It turned out that Chai Rong had already pulled the knife back and drew a circle horizontally, but it had reached his left waist. This knife was a little faster than the previous one. If the opponent reacted slightly slower, it would be undoubtedly a knife.

In a hurry, Zhang Haotian had already put the knife up before his left waist. After the two swords intersected, Chai Rong still did not fight with him, but slashed horizontally at his neck again. The speed was faster and faster at each other, and he used all the horizontal cutting momentum.
Chapter completed!