Chapter 516: Strong Battle

With Takahashi's deathbed confession and Huangque's tracking, Ye Tianlong easily locked the cargo ship.

Holding the knife, he walked calmly from the dock to the freighter, killing gods when gods blocked him, and ghosts when ghosts blocked him.

Almost all kills with one blow, absolutely no extra effort, gorgeous but not flashy, cold but elegant.

"idiot!"

A Japanese man who rushed up to stop him was split in half by Ye Tianlong's knife before the words came out of his mouth.

The splash of flesh and blood made the faces of the Japanese people behind turn green.

Ye Tianlong held a sharp samurai sword with contempt in his eyes: "A bunch of scum, what's the use of living?"

When the words fell, two gorgeous sword lights passed by, and two more heads shot into the air.

In the midst of extreme bloodshed and violence, Ye Tianlong kicked off the massacre with one strike, the sword shining like lightning and blood splattering everywhere.

The humbleness of life blooms endlessly at this moment.

Every scumbag who came close to Ye Tianlong would collapse to the ground, either with their heads moved or their hearts bursting.

Regardless of men or women, anyone who stood in front of Ye Tianlong was killed by him mercilessly. Ye Tianlong showed no mercy to them.

Blood blooms freely in the dusk.

Tu Feiguang's whole body was cold, he picked up the walkie-talkie and shouted: "Kill him, kill him, gunman, kill him."

Although guns were banned in Mingjiang, Tu Feiguang, who was running away, still got five or six pistols. At this moment, seeing Ye Tianlong's power, he didn't care about the impact.

At the same time, he shouted to his men to quickly sail the boat. When gunshots were fired, it was difficult to prevent the police from intervening.

"ah--"

As Dohiguang's order was issued, the gunmen rushed out from various positions in a panic, but they didn't have much chance to shoot.

An Asian who wanted to shoot a black gun from the side, just as the gun bounced, he saw a sleeve arrow shot past.

Before the Japanese man could dodge, the arrow shot him over and fell directly from a cabinet, with blood covering the ground.

The oriole rolled in from the edge of the ship's side, waved his right hand again, and shot out another arrow, nailing into the head of another gunner.

"boom!"

The ferocity of the oriole immediately attracted a shot from the opponent.

Huang Que quickly turned away, and the bullet missed him and hit the deck next to him.

Then Huangque raised his left hand, and a silver light flashed in the light and shadow, flying towards the place where the gunshot sounded.

Fast and urgent!

The silver light seemed to have eyes, sinking fiercely into the corner not far away,

"ah!"

An Asian man holding a gun flew out from his hiding place, with a knife stuck between his eyebrows. It was a small and exquisite flying knife.

Huang Que, who was covered in hidden weapons, also showed off his skills. He shook his left hand, and another silver light flashed through, and another gunman fell out.

Then, he shot forward like a sharp arrow. As soon as the other enemy who picked up the gun got up, his neck was clamped by Huang Que's scissors.

"Crack!"

The gunman's neck was instantly broken, and he fell to the ground bleeding from his blowhole.

Six gunmen were killed one after another, and Doiguang was furious: "Trash, trash!"

If he hadn't thought of Wolverine by his side, I would have considered jumping into the water and running away...

At this time, Ye Tianlong had already climbed onto the deck, with more than ten corpses lying behind him.

"kill!"

An Asian man's eyes turned red and he rushed towards Ye Tianlong as if he were dead, shouting crazily...

Ye Tianlong suddenly swung the samurai sword in his hand, and the man was struck by thunder, his middle part was broken, and his whole man was chopped into two pieces.

The blade was stained with blood, very bright.

Soon, no one was standing in front of him. Ye Tianlong raised his head, raised his right hand, and the samurai sword flew out with a whoosh.

An enemy's body emerged from the corner, and a stream of blood bloomed in mid-air.

Huang Que glanced at the scene, then moved towards the corpse of a gunman, trying to get the firearms and magazines on the latter.

But before his fingers touched him, he heard Ye Tianlong shouting: "Be careful!"

Huang Que's fingers were only about three inches away from the gun, but he couldn't grasp it at all because he already felt the danger behind him.

Ye Tianlong's warning also conveyed strong murderous intent. Huang Que could only give up the idea of ​​picking up the gun, otherwise he was afraid that he would be hurt.

"Whoosh!"

Just as Oriole rolled over and left the spot, Wolverine with a stern face appeared like a ghost.

He jumped down from the railing on the second floor at a speed faster than the wind.

The left hand was as sharp as electricity, whistling and stabbing at the vital part of the oriole from the side and back.

Huang Que's heart trembled slightly, feeling the danger, but he didn't expect that Wolverine would take action himself.

At this moment, thoughts have become a time-consuming luxury. All movements are completely based on instincts based on years of experience in blood and fire. Huang Que punched with his backhand.

"boom!"

The fists collided, and a dull sound exploded. The oriole slid several meters on the deck, spitting out a large mouthful of blood as it fell back.

His face instantly turned pale, and his right hand was trembling slightly.

When Huang Que gritted his teeth and turned over, Wolverine also landed silently, then moved two steps and rushed towards Huang Que, and the distance between the two people quickly shortened.

The oriole jumped to an astonishing height first, spinning rapidly across the sky like a windmill, blood flying, gorgeous and domineering.

"Stab it!"

Wolverine's feet suddenly exerted force, his forward body stopped suddenly as if violating the laws of physics, his upper body suddenly tilted upward, and his right leg rotated out.

It formed a perfect figure of eight with the left leg that supported the body's center of gravity. It just blocked the leg that was smashed down by the oriole. The oriole groaned and took seven or eight steps back.

Wolverine took a step back, looking like nothing had happened.

"Kill!"

Yellow Bird attacked again, and the two quickly approached each other again, fighting closely. Yellow Bird threw a series of impenetrable punches, very bravely.

Unfortunately, his opponent was Wolverine, and his offensive was completely resolved. Without waiting for his punches to be exhausted, he raised his leg and swept towards Wolverine's lower body.

Wolverine subconsciously pulled himself off the ground, like a fish leaping over the dragon gate, and kicked out a leg in the air, landing fiercely on Yellow Bird's shoulder and neck.

Yellow Bird's deep eyes suddenly became solemn, and his body bent backwards into a half-moon shape, with his hands folded and hard, taking on Wolverine's Taishan pressing move.

"Bang!"

A huge force rushed down from Wolverine's calf, and Yellow Bird's body was like a bow that was about to break.

Looking at Yellow Bird, who was injured but still resisted, Wolverine sneered without comment, and suddenly added a point of strength.

Yellow Bird's body shook, and his face turned pale in an instant!

"Bang!"

With a loud noise, Huang Que spurted out a mouthful of blood, and then fell heavily to the ground. He was knocked to the ground by Wolverine.

Then, Huang Que was kicked up by Wolverine again, and his body rushed forward. The huge impact made Huang Que's body fly out.

"Swoosh!"

Just as Huang Que was about to fall into the sea, a figure flashed by, Huang Que turned half a circle in the air, and then was held by Ye Tianlong and landed safely.

"You have a good rest."

Ye Tianlong put the seriously injured Huang Que next to the railing, and then looked at Wolverine who was walking slowly: "This beast, I will take care of it."

"Ye Tianlong, I gave you three chances, but you always don't know what's good for you."

Wolverine turned his back to the setting sun, and his fighting spirit slowly rose: "Well, I'll send you off today. If you die, no one will bother me anymore."

Ye Tianlong also smiled faintly: "Your mother is calling you down to eat."

The setting sun was like blood.