Each was holding a bright and sharp weapon, and the man in black was masked and couldn't see any expression.

That kind of cold, persecutive murderous aura, like salt frost in the cold winter, was blocked over there.

It's like, a cold human wall that can't be broken and can't be splashed by water.

After a shock that touched his soul, Xiao Yu calmed down instead.

Bent down, gently put down Ah Tong, and said to it gently:

"Little thing, this one in front of me, I'm afraid it's not so easy to fight. You are too small, the force value is not pure enough, and this little trick on your body, I am afraid that it will not be of much use in such a personal pile, and your master may not be able to take care of you when the time comes-Ah Tong, you should be obedient, and you will first transform into a form and escape. After this battle, if your master still has his life, he will naturally come to look for you. Go ahead. ”

In the eyes of the inky black, there was a faint flash of tears, Ah Tong nodded very sensibly, turned into a red light and disappeared.

Xiao Yu also slowly pulled out the Chixiao Sword from his waist, which he hadn't used much recently:

"Lord Wang, there are a lot of people this time, so we don't have to bother to compete with them, it's too draining. Let's cut it directly, how about it? ”

"Just what I want!" The war is imminent, and the prince of Nangong is extremely rare and concise.

Each raised the sword in his hand, Xiao Yu and Nangong Wang Ye were back to back, and slowly moved towards the edge of the small pine forest.

With a "whoop", the human wall, which was originally a purging man, completely collapsed in an instant.

It was as if a huge ant colony had collapsed suddenly, and countless masked black-clothed people, densely packed, like those hard-working worker ants, each roared, holding their swords, and slashed at the two of them frantically.

Xiao Yu laughed lightly:

"Carnage mode, now on!"

Where the sword light waved, flesh and blood flew sideways, and miserable screams rang out!

A large number of corpses of the black-clothed men fell down like crops after autumn.

Another wave of black-clothed men who were still alive surged over again.

In Xiao Yu's mind, there were no more miscellaneous thoughts, and there was only one word left:

"Kill! Kill! Kill! ”

Such a precious Chixiao sword, at this moment, held in Xiao Yu's hands, is no different from a butcher, holding his boning knife, facing a group of cattle and sheep waiting to be slaughtered.

Trying to widen his eyes, trying to ignore the extremely uncomfortable nausea that was splashed on his face with blood, Xiao Yu just swung his sword again and again at those endless enemies!

Rub, I kill, kill, I still kill!

Just standing with the prince of Nangong like this, he has already repelled the melee attacks of those masked people?

Xiao Yu couldn't remember it at all.

She just saw that in front of her, a tall bunker had gradually been erected, a tall bunker stacked on top of each other by those ugly corpses.

That Nangong Wangye, who has always fought side by side with him, this time, if you think about it, there must be not a few people who are cut, right?

I didn't dare to say anything else, Xiao Yu could just see that the masked dead soldiers who were constantly attacking them were far less numerous in terms of numbers.

Well, no matter how big the debt of Hades is, it will be paid off one day;

In the same way, no matter how many and dense opponents there are, there should be fewer and fewer kills, right?