Chapter 133: Battle

The three-person tower is no longer young, and is over 40 years old, with a purple skin. From the outside, it is impossible to tell which kind of race they belong to, and no one dares to ask, because according to indefinite rumors, their biological parents are not normal races, and they were killed by their three brothers.

This is a stain that they can't erase in their lives, so they can only use killing to satisfy and balance their hearts. This time, the darkness is given a sky-high price, which allows them to live in seclusion without worry and spend the second half of their lives.

The request of the night is very simple. It is not to kill the gods, but to let them rush into the castle, and then they have completed their mission. This is the most easy thing for the three-person tower.

So when the charge signal was sent, the three of them passed the fastest, except for the few gunmen who were blocking the way, they almost never stopped, or because their opponents were too weak, they had no desire to take action.

To them, killing people is like playing with women, too obedient and has no taste, and requires some stimulation of rape and resistance.

Seeing the castle ahead, they met a strong man. The warriors in the God-slaying God blocked their footsteps. These dozen warriors followed Tiande to fight on the European continent with great military achievements. Each of them was a general who was selected from a hundred with a huge murderous aura.

Behind the Three-Man Tower, a group of men in black followed. They did not entangle with the gang members outside. They also came here unobstructedly with the road opened by the Three-Man Tower.

A dozen warriors are a solid city wall that no one can cross. The only way to break through is that they are dead.

"Destroy them"

This sentence is not what Sanren Tower said. A man in black with cold air and cold steps forward gently. He was wearing a black robe and a black cloth cover. The only thing that was exposed in the air was the only pair of eyes, deep murderous intent, without a trace of human rationality. When he stood there, he was like a butcher knife, full of blood.

The man in black behind him had already rushed up, and the three-person tower was no exception. He was not trying to help the man in black. Although they were accomplices, they all wanted to break into the headquarters of the God-Slaying God.

But one is fighting for killing, and the other is killing for money, with different purposes.

"What's so fun, how can I lose my cowboy?" A man with white skin and North American cowboys broke in. He was covered in blood, but his face was filled with satisfaction, and it was extremely bright.

The high boots, short daggers, and a long whip on the waist. The floral shirt was no longer visible, but it was dyed with blood red and turned into a black color.

As he rushed over, he had cut the necks of eighteen people. He was just cutting them. His dagger was very sharp and his strength was just right, so he would not waste it. He was a person who was very good at enjoying it. He never wasted his own strength, and killing was no exception.

His name is Cowboy, a native of M, but he is not famous in the world, and even among the top 50 masters, he does not have his name.

However, he is a master, so there is no need to doubt this, because as soon as he came up, he entangled a warrior. The sharp dagger had cut through the opponent's belly. No one could see clearly how he took action. However, when the warrior retreated, there was a deep blood mark on his belly and lost his combat power.

The three-person tower was no exception. The three brothers gathered together and surrounded the three warriors, just like an invisible net. The three warriors used all their methods and did not break free. In the end, they were exhausted and greatly reduced in energy. They were kicked away by one of the three.

Even if you don't die, you will seriously injure the body and you will be unable to fight again.

In just a moment, more than a dozen warriors had three deaths and six injuries.

The three deaths died in the hands of those men in black. Even the most gloomy man in black did not even take action. He just hid his hands under the black cloth. He looked at all this coldly, and he was waiting for someone worthy of his attack.

No one in black uses weapons, but their bodies and hands are a sharp knife.

"Leave those three mice to you." Xiao Qiufeng flashed out from the side and sensed the aura of these people, but he did not expect that their speed was so fast. In this moment, he had already entered the last level.

Li Qiangbing did not speak, and his body had already entered the siege of the three-person tower. As Xiao Qiufeng said just now, if he wants to make progress, he needs to face stronger enemies and use death to stimulate his body's potential, so that he can become a master.

Or he only understood what a master is at this moment.

A master is not a powerful force, but a brave man's progress. No matter how powerful a person is, he will be eliminated one day. The reason why Xiao Qiufeng is called a master is that he will make continuous progress in every killing and cannot catch up.

The screaming sound of killing, due to the appearance of Xiao Qiufeng, temporarily stopped, the warriors had retreated and had a temporary rest. The thirty-four divine weapons, except for the iron pillars that were also used as butchers on the periphery, were all here.

The man in black had already said the sentence "Destroy them" just now, but this time it was Xiao Qiufeng said it.

The magical weapon team had already rushed to the fifty or sixty men in black.

A bloody battle began.

When Xiao Qiufeng faced the cowboy, the leader in black did not move, but his eyes were only staring at Xiao Qiu, and I, or he had already felt that Xiao Qiufeng was powerful, but he might not have imagined that it was not only powerful, but also a bit outrageous.

"You can go together too!" This is Xiao Qiufeng's contempt.

Although the white man was big, his heart was not very broad. The cowboy was already angry and he moved.

If no one saw how the warrior was cut by him just now, then this time, everyone saw it. The dagger was held in Xiao Qiufeng's hand, but the handle was in the cowboy's hand. There was a tough invisible steel wire rope between it, so small that it was impossible to distinguish with the naked eye.

With two fingers, the steel wire made a note like a guzheng, and then a crisp "trumpet" sound broke. Xiao Qiufeng let go and the dagger fell to the ground.

"I really don't like cowboys very much because they are all too arrogant."

The cowboy didn't say anything, and the whip on her waist was already in her hand, and she buzzed: "I want to duel with you in the name of a brave man."

Xiao Qiufeng's cold eyes flashed slightly. In addition to his contempt, he also monitored the leader in black next to him. He could not guarantee that this person would not take advantage of others' danger.

In his thoughts, this man was the most powerful night master among the people.

The men in black fell one by one, and the Divine Soldiers Team exerted all their strength for the first time. At this moment, they realized how important the strictness in daily life is.

This is a competition of power, without a trace of falsehood.

The whip was clamped with the stimulating energy. Every time it fell, it stirred up a large amount of gray air. Xiao Qiufeng's body turned and flashed indefinitely. In an instant, it was covered by black fog again.

This whip cowboy has been holding this leather whip for thirty years, and is a hundred times more flexible than his hands. Even if a fly flies through the air, it cannot escape the power of his whip dancing, but it does not have much effect on Xiao Qiufeng.

The whip wrapped Xiao Qiufeng around. Before the cowboy's joy was revealed, the rolled-up figure had quickly turned faster and closer to him.

The cowboy felt a little uneasy. When Xiao Qiufeng was three meters away from him, the whip tightly wrapped around him had already made a "squeak" sound with a cold shout.

The whip was broken several times, and the cut was dropped.

The cowboy was surprised when she came, her fist had already hit her face. Xiao Qiufeng used all his strength to this punch, and people's ears could clearly see a cracking sound, and then the cowboy's body had already flew up.

He flew more than ten meters away before landing, and kept struggling and letting out sharp howls, howling of death in pain, but ignored it. The sound gradually became smaller and smaller, and finally stopped moving. The blood on his face made him look extremely terrifying.

"Sure enough, Xiao Shao, who is worthy of being the number one enemy of the night, is indeed very powerful."

Before Xiao Qiufeng turned around, the man in black spoke coldly. No one knew what he was thinking. Xiao Qiufeng had given him at least several chances of sneak attacks, but he did not.

"Mr. Xiao, Mr. Xiao, hurry, hurry, danger inside-" From inside, a man rushed in eagerly, the wolfdog, his face was covered in blood, and he couldn't tell whether it was his own or someone else's, but this was the first time he saw him use the narrow long sword in his hand. When he saw Xiao Qiufeng, he screamed in dislodge.

The man in black had moved. He had slowly approached Xiao Qiufeng, and said in a smug voice: "Are you very strange? I didn't take action when I saw you killed the cowboy?"

"Because your real opponent today is not me, but the Pope, but now, I can't let you in."
Chapter completed!