Chapter 1909 Yang Hua’s Madness

He roared angrily and tried to get up, but Yang Hua didn't give him a chance. His whole body rolled on the spot. Na Kuaxe was stunned. Before he could see the figure clearly, Yang Hua's two legs suddenly clamped on the man.

A broad neck.

Kuaxe was clamped around his neck and he tried to break free while yelling crazily.

But what about Yang Hua? But he was no longer given a chance.

Looking at the broad-axe Yang Hua, whose neck was clamped between two legs, he suddenly sneered like a devil and said: "I will send you to reunite with your brother."

As his cold and suffocating voice came out, he saw Yang Hua in front of him twist his legs fiercely, and with a click, the broad axe's neck was instantly twisted into a Z-shape.

He was still roaring, but now his big eyes seemed to be bulging out, and his eyes seemed to be filled with scarlet blood. With a plop, his body fell limply to the ground.

dead.

When he died, there was still a sense of disbelief in his broad eyes. He died with helpless eyes, as if Yang Hua was not dead. Looking at the two corpses on the ground, Yang Hua just glanced at them indifferently.

Yang Hua suddenly raised his head and looked at the sky, holding the scarlet blood stained Yang Hua in his hand. The moment he looked up at the sky, the situation changed, and the originally sunny weather was now filled with dark clouds.

And the dark clouds just happened to cover Yang Hua, as if Yang Hua originally belonged to the dark world.

When such a terrifying scene appeared, the Tianmen disciples standing around were all stunned and looked at Yang Hua in front of them: "Master..." they shouted in a low voice one by one.

But he didn't expect that Yang Hua in front of him suddenly turned his head.

That pair of rays of light filled with endless killing caused the 4-5 Tianmen disciples standing around to take a step back involuntarily.

"What is the Master doing?" One of the Tianmen disciples said as if he was dumbfounded, his voice trembling violently.

There are only these 4-5 Tianmen disciples on the field at this moment, and Yang Hua's brothers are all there to deal with Golden Eagle, and Zhou Xiaoquan and Xiangzi have already sent Nalan Mengxiong and Xie Xiaotian to the car.

So when the 4-5 Tianmen disciples in front of them saw their sect leader suddenly showing a cold and murderous light in his eyes, they were all a little scared.

But where is Yang Hua? At this moment, it seems that he is not himself, his face is violently distorted, and the right hand holding the dragon pattern sword in his hand is still trembling.

"No, no, no, I can't kill anymore..." Suddenly, a sentence came out of Yang Hua's mouth with difficulty, and his face was twisted.

But suddenly his face returned to that evil look, and he seemed to be talking to himself coldly and said with a smile: "You have to kill! Because your road is a bloody road! Kill, kill, kill."

Light for all people.”

When Yang Hua finished speaking one sentence after another, the 4-5 Tianmen disciples standing next to Yang Hua suddenly became frightened.

Unable to help myself, I started to move backwards.

"Master, it's us."

"Master, what's wrong with you?" They all asked in horror, looking at Yang Hua who seemed to be struggling, hoping that their voices would wake up Yang Hua in front of them.

But their voices were in vain. Yang Hua's face seemed to have two twisted faces, one was cruel and ferocious, and the other was struggling in pain.

When the Tianmen disciples saw these strange expressions on Yang Hua's face, they were all stunned.

"There's something wrong with the door master."

"What should I do?" One of the Tianmen disciples who had already retreated continuously said there. To be honest, he could already feel the ferocious and violent light in Yang Hua's eyes in front of him.

Another Tianmen disciple also had a look of fear in his eyes at this moment: "Otherwise, let's, let's retreat first. The sect leader is like this, well, it's scary."

When these Tianmen disciples finished speaking, they wanted to leave.

However, when Yang Hua suddenly heard a demonic voice roaring out, he suddenly heard bursts of screams coming from the mouths of the disciples of the Tiantian Sect.

Their screams were so shrill and miserable.

Then a thrilling and bloody scene appeared in front of him. Yang Hua, like a devil, began to tightly hold the dragon pattern sword in his hand.

Blood and screams resounded throughout the entire venue.

The blood was stained on the buzzing dragon-patterned sword and flowed down drop by drop. Looking at Yang Hua again, he was stuck in the middle of the pool of blood, with a face full of relief and a sneer.

It was as if killing someone was a masterpiece to him at this moment.

No matter who he is, even his Tianmen disciples are the same.

In the cloudy sky, a gust of cold wind suddenly blew, hitting Yang Hua one by one, making him shiver uncontrollably.

But there were cold corpses lying on the ground. Those innocent Tianmen disciples fell in a pool of blood one by one. The dead were so innocent and pitiful.

While Yang Hua was slaughtering his men like he was going crazy, Da Zhuang over there was still standing with Golden Eagle.

At this moment, Da Zhuang was covered in blood, as if his whole body had just been soaked in a pool of blood.

But what was also surprising was that Ali, Xiaozhuang and the brothers all stood outside the circle and did not go to help.

Lin Yi, who was standing outside the circle, looked at Da Zhuang who was covered in blood on the field and said, "Why don't you go up and help? Brother Zhuang is already injured like that?"

Xiaozhuang in front of him also said: "I want to go up too, but he won't let me go up to help."

"Brother Zhuang has a tough temper. He said he was not allowed to go up to help, so no one dared to go up to help. Hey! Just wait." Zhang Dabiao sighed there.

It turned out that the brothers had already wanted to help Da Zhuang, but they were stopped by Da Zhuang's roar.

Original words: "Everyone, stop! I will kill him myself."

These were Da Zhuang's exact words, so Ali, Lin Yi and Xiaozhuang in front of them could only stand outside the circle and watch the fight between the dragon and the tiger over there.

"Actually, Brother Zhuang's injury is not that serious." Ali, who had always rarely spoken, suddenly said there.

In fact, what he said was absolutely correct. Don't look at the blood all over Da Zhuang's body. He looked like he was soaked in blood. But, to be honest, those injuries were all skin injuries to Da Zhuang and were fatal.

Not a single scar on him.

This is also the reason why Ali has not played.

After Ali said this, Xiaozhuang nodded in agreement: "Ali is right. In fact, Da Zhuang was not seriously injured. The golden eagle's claws only scratched his skin.
Chapter completed!