"Reaching the twentieth floor, there are 43 seconds left for the overload effect." Chen Wusheng didn't dare to be careless, don't look at the speed of the previous level, as the twentieth layer, its difficulty is not trivial. It's not an exaggeration to call it a hurdle, and among first-year freshmen, very few can pass it, and even second-year students, the twentieth floor is still a nightmare.

At this time, the six puppets were damaged, and the violent tremors made outsiders think that they might fall apart at any time, and no one thought that these six puppets alone could help challenge the twentieth layer.

The Shadow Servant of the twentieth floor is an extremely burly and tall berserker, and his opponent's strength and speed are comparable to those of the early stage of the Extreme Realm. If it weren't for the fact that the Shadow Follower in front of him was not able to fight for a long time, it is estimated that the students would have jointly protested to adjust the twentieth layer of the Shadow Follower.

It seems that the weakness of the shadow servant of the twentieth layer is obvious, and he only needs to delay as much time as possible, and the opponent's combat effectiveness will be greatly reduced, and he will eventually be defeated. However, the students found this method to be of no avail, and the characteristics of what they called Berserkers were clear at a glance. The explosive strength that erupted in an instant was like a raging wind passing through, and there was nowhere to hide. The speed at first glance was like lightning and thunder, and I was caught off guard. In front of the Berserker Shadow Servant, it is absolutely thankless to want to use delaying tactics, in front of the Berserker Shadow Servant, passive defense is the most unwise choice, and if you keep it for a long time, it will be lost, and in the face of the Berserker Shadow Servant's indiscriminate bombardment, it is a double test of resistance to attack and psychological quality.

Despite the general disapproval of delaying tactics, the students find that they have no better choice but to go head-to-head with the Berserker Shadow Warrior or defend to the end.

Neither option is easy.

There is not much time left for overloading, even if you add the previous time. The Shadow Servant on the twentieth floor is the first enemy in the Tower of Babel to occupy a single floor, and the fury can last for five minutes. On weekdays, five minutes is not long or short, and it passes by without paying attention. When it comes to fighting, let alone five minutes, five seconds between life and death can become an extremely long process.

The Twentieth Layer Berserker Shadow Servant can be regarded as a very perfect Xuanji Realm powerhouse, and is regarded as a god-like existence by the junior students. Because it is so famous, it is not difficult to find out about it, and Chen Wusheng learned his details at the front.

"Is it the last layer? It's time to gamble. Chen Wusheng did not rush in, squeezed out time from the precious time, and painted inscriptions in the air.

The inscription of the dragon flying and the phoenix dancing appears in the air, dazzling. They were wide at first, then compressed and elongated, and finally flowed like water into the surrounding puppets. The remaining six puppets quickly moved closer to Chen Wusheng's surroundings and merged with him to become his armor.

"With the strength I have shown so far and the ability of the puppet, I can't defeat this level of master, and I am inferior to it."

"But if you add up the two forces, I'm not necessarily hopeless."

Yes, it is an add-on rather than an increase. The quality of the puppets has not been improved, and it is not meaningful to add a few more puppets, and if you want to reverse the disadvantage by quantity, you have to add more injuries and forty units, and delay until the berserk effect is weakened, and then there is hope. Not to mention that without putting a mind into the puppets, the maximum number of puppets that an ordinary Yanshi can control is between fifteen and twenty, and only the Yanshi of the Great Perfection of the Xuanji Realm can increase the number to thirty, and the iconic symbol of the Yanshi of the Extreme Realm is that it can control hundreds or thousands of puppets.

However, the more you control, the better, the less is the right choice. In the beginning, monks of the same level will be much inferior to puppets of the same level, but the gap between the two has been narrowing since the beginning of the Polar Realm, and the combat effectiveness of monks is far superior to that of puppets. Looking at the jaw-dropping annual maintenance order, few people are definitely a wise choice to hoard puppets.

The more the monk lives, the more valuable it is, and the more the puppet is cultivated, the more expensive it becomes, and it is clear which of the two is better or worse. On top of that, the puppet has a strength comparable to that of a monk, but it does not have the spirituality to match. The battle is not a simple collision of forces, if there is no such thing as a battle in the world, the two sides of the fight can compare their respective harmony and true qi content.

In the final analysis, the competition is a test of one's own cultivation and mastery of martial arts, the artistic conception of comprehension, and the realm reached. The puppet light has the same power, but it is still a puppet without a heart. The martial arts that can be copied by the gourd cannot be used flexibly, let alone make a martial arts realm where the sword can go with your heart.

Therefore, the problem cannot be fundamentally solved by adding another batch of puppets, and the heaviest challenge is still completed by Chen Wusheng, who is the Yanshi himself. Moreover, the academy does not allow puppets with puppet hearts to enter the exam, and even if he agrees to let candidates assemble puppet hearts for puppets, Chen Wusheng does not have enough financial resources to buy them. A puppet heart with an ordinary psychic mind is expensive, and it is very common for it to cost millions at every turn. And the price of a puppet heart with a high-level intelligence is outrageously high.

The remaining six puppets in a single suck discard unnecessary parts to form a massive set of armor. The armor worn on Chen Wusheng's body immediately made him a lot taller, and his body size was almost the same as that of a shadow servant on the twentieth layer.

The shadow follower has a mind but no mind, and when he finds the challenger appearing, he immediately attacks. On the other hand, the challenger Chen Wusheng had neither defense nor offense, and stood straight in place.

"Victory or defeat is here."

Chen Wusheng raised his right hand, and the armor on his arm unfolded one after another, turning into a thick cannon muzzle. The whole body of the cannon barrel lit up with a true qi circuit, and the inscription symbols emitted a dazzling light. If you change to an ordinary monk, you will definitely feel the strong threat brought by the cannon that Chen Wusheng's arm has turned into, so as to avoid its edge. Shadow Servants don't feel it, maybe they can feel strange fluctuations, but there is not the slightest fear in their hearts, and Shadow Servants don't know what to fear and what to dodge. Changing to a shadow follower of other professions, Chen Wusheng didn't dare to sacrifice this immature method.

As a berserker, the Shadow Servant roared in, his huge body like a tiger pounced on his food, and was unstoppable. The muzzle of the gun in Chen Wusheng's hand gathered a clear blue light, and the strong light made it impossible for people to look directly.

"Closer, closer, steady, steady, there is only one chance, there is no second chance."

In the face of an oncoming strong enemy, it is impossible to calm down without full courage and strong will. After countless lives and deaths, and many tribulations, Chen Wusheng's heart was like water, and Mount Tai collapsed in front of him without being surprised.

The shadow servant's face, shrouded in black mist, was clearly visible and appeared ten steps away, and Chen Wusheng finally made a move. He took a step, and the cannon supported by his right hand stabbed out like a spear, and as he was about to push against the Shadow Servant's chest, a blue light shot out into the sky, piercing the Berserker's chest. Even so, the other party was not dead, and a machete the size of an ordinary person slashed down in his hand.

"Poof!"

Chen Wusheng firmly grasped the blade with his left hand, and the two had an extremely brief stalemate.

"It's worthy of being a berserker, the body is pierced, and it's really tenacious if you don't die without half of your body. I'd like to see how long you can last! ”

The rumbling driving sound increased in vain, and the oversized cannon that had just been extinguished once again brewed a soul-stirring energy, and soon the high-pitched roar sounded rapidly, and the light suddenly exploded.