Chapter 943: Even You Want to Kill Me!

The fact that No. 1 is a soul-level martial artist does not make Tang Yue feel very strange, his personality is violent and impermanent, and his momentum is majestic, and it even makes people feel that he has some shadow of a coach on him.

But what Tang Yue didn't expect was that No. 2 was also a soul level, and it was also the one with the highest cultivation in the lighthouse.

In that case, will Mu Cai, who is the third commander, also...

Just thinking about it, Tang Yue's gaze fell on Mu Cai's body.

"Don't look at me, I'm just an ordinary ground-level martial artist." Mu Cai seemed to know what Tang Yue was going to say, and said calmly.

"And how did you become Commander Three?"

Tang Yue is a very curious person, especially when it comes to women, as soon as he finished asking, he opened his mind and said with a wicked smile, "Unspoken rules? ”

Syllable.

Mu Cai directly slapped Tang Yue's shoulder, his face was slightly red: "Don't talk nonsense!" ”

This subtle action directly stunned the people around him.

No. 2 had a good personal relationship with No. 1, and leaned into No. 1's ear: "When did No. 3, who is called inhuman, become such a little woman?" ”

"Don't ask me about women!" No. 1 is the kind of typical battle maniac, gentle and gentle, and he is naturally a layman.

"Ahem."

The coach was also embarrassed by Tang Yue's nonsense, and said with a wry smile, "To become a commander, Mu Cai naturally has her unique ability." ”

As he was talking, the tablet in Mu Cai's hand suddenly rang.

"Is there a situation?" The coach asked vigilantly.

"Hmm."

Spread the tablet flat in front of several people, and nine video frames appeared on the screen, which were the live broadcast of the bottom nine layers.

Mu Cai clicked on the first picture and explained: "When outsiders enter the tower, these monitors will be activated, it seems... He's coming. ”

There were all dead people in the school, and Mu Cai's words were undoubtedly explained to Tang Yue.

"Sue the martial artist of the first six layers, don't resist, let him come directly to the top layer to find us."

Although the martial artists of the first six layers all had the strength of the peak of the heaven level, between the heaven level and the soul level, there were thousands of mountains, and they did not have the slightest power to resist in front of the sword.

The coach doesn't want to see unnecessary casualties.

After two operations on the tablet, Mu Cai conveyed the coach's instructions to the floor masters of each floor, and similarly, he also warned the sword that the dragon could not see the end of the sword: "You don't have to consume the body on them, come directly to the top floor, the coach is waiting for you here." ”

As soon as the words fell, a warrior with a long box appeared in the picture.

It's the sword idiot.

"Is he the warrior you introduced?" The coach stared at the screen and said to Number One and Number Two.

“… Be. ”

No. 1 looked bad, and even though he was just an introducer, he still felt like he had betrayed the coach himself.

The coach didn't continue to speak, and even if he wanted to punish No. 1, it wasn't the time.

The sword looked around in the picture for a moment, looked up sharply, and finally found the location of the surveillance.

That cold and playful gaze seemed to be able to pass through the surveillance and directly meet the eyes of Tang Yue and the others.

"Bastard, when you get here, I'm going to make you worse than life and death!" Coach Rong Ma has been riding all his life, where can he stand this kind of provocative gaze, and his anger will burn all at once.

But at this moment, the screen went black violently, and a series of explosions were heard at the same time.

Tang Yue's mind was racing, and he remembered that the clown on the first floor was best at bomb attacks in the dark, and said, "That thing on the first floor actually took the initiative to attack, is he a pig!" ”

Mu Cai didn't answer, her lips tightened, and she quickly operated on the tablet.

Soon, she turned on the night vision function of the surveillance, and the live broadcast screen on the first floor appeared again, just shrouded in a layer of green light, which looked particularly weird.

Bang.

A lifeless face suddenly smashed into the monitor, and in the eyes of Tang Yue and the others, it was smashed at them from the screen, as if it had smashed out of the screen.

It was the layer master of the first floor who died.

As his body slowly fell, Jian was staring at the surveillance and slowly uttered a word: "He took the initiative to attack." ”

"Bastard, I'll kill you!"

The coach roared angrily, seeing his subordinates die for the sake of the lord, which made him angry.

Two seconds later, the sword appeared on the second layer of the live stream.

Similarly, the layer master of the second layer completely ignored the order to give up resistance and sneaked up from the shadows, but he couldn't even get close to the body of the sword, and he was pierced through the chest by the black sword that suddenly stabbed, and Huang Quan died.

The same goes for the third, fourth, and fifth layers.

Each layer master attacked as if he was not dying, and then under the sword cloud's light sword moves, he died in an instant, leaving nothing behind.

On the top floor, in front of the tablet, everyone was silent.

The atmosphere was solemn for a while.

Tang Yue could no longer complain that those layer masters had problems with their brains, on the contrary, there was a feeling mixed with anger rippling in his heart.

If you were to change to those brothers in the Tang Dynasty, they would also try their best to resist, just to consume a little more sword body.

"Sato, you stop for me, stay and go!"

At this time, the coach's roar came from the side, and everyone's eardrums were a little swollen.

At the same time, coaches Chao Zhiming and Chunjiao glanced at each other and asked them to go down to stop them.

As soon as Zhiming and Chunjiao walked into the elevator, the tablet made a popping sound.

A long black sword pierced through Sato's heart, and blood flowed quickly down the blade and on the sword's hand.

"Damn it!"

The coach is a man of temperament, and his eyes are already slightly red, "You disobedient subordinates, you deserve to die!" ”

There was a dead silence throughout the floor, except for the occasional scolding of the coach.

"Huh?"

was scolding fiercely, and the coach suddenly made a questioning voice.

In the picture, Sato, who had been stabbed to death, stood up again, and unknowingly rushed behind the sword, and stabbed the sword straight into the back of the heart with a dagger.

The entire top floor of the people had a happy face, except for the second commander.

That's right, Tang Yue clearly saw that at that moment, No. 2's brows furrowed.

Boom.

The back of the sword's head seemed to have eyes, and it easily dodged this stab, Tang Yue saw it again, and No. 2's brows stretched again.

This... What's the fuss?

On the screen, the sword looked at Sato with a slight surprise, and after a moment, he showed a sudden look and said to himself, "Your heart grows on the right side, right?" ”

"Hmph, I didn't expect it to be miscalculated."

Saying this, Sato's body fell down involuntarily and knelt directly on the ground.

Although the location of the puncture was not the heart, it also caused Sato to lose too much blood, and his combat effectiveness was decreasing sharply.

"Are you still trying to stop me?" The sword raised the black long sword, which could kill Sato at any time.

"It's worth it if you can stop for an extra second." Sato snorted and gasped, and the hoarse voice sounded even more ugly, but the people at the top sounded like heaven.

"Is it boring time again?"

The sword muttered, and the long sword in his hand had already stabbed out.

Clank.

A flying stone struck halfway and hit the sword body impartially, with such a force that the sword body was completely off track.

For the first time, the sword's expression became a little solemn.

To be able to deflect his sword with flying stones, only a soul-level martial artist with the same level as him can do this.

"The soul level in the tower finally can't hold it anymore."

Jian looked in the direction of the elevator, inside the door, Zhiming and Chunjiao walked out with a calm face, Zhiming's right hand was still stained with some dust, it seemed that the flying stone was lost by him.

Chunjiao's figure flashed, and suddenly appeared beside Sato, picked her up by the waist, and returned to the elevator.

"Tang Yue is on the top floor, ask him to heal you, this guy will be handed over to me and Zhiming."

After explaining, Chunjiao helped Sato press the button on the top floor, and when she turned around, Jian and Zhiming were already fighting together.

The weapon used by Zhiming is a military thorn, and the skill of using this thing is similar to that of a sword, but it suffers a little bit in length.

However, with Chunjiao, the situation is different.

Two soul-level martial artists faced one soul-level martial artist, and the advantage was instantly highlighted.

While Zhiming was grappling with the sword, Chunjiao quickly detoured, went around the back of the sword, and punched him in the back.

It's hard to imagine that a female martial artist can throw such a thunderous punch.

This is the power of the soul level.

The sword stood in place, motionless, still holding the sword in his right hand, wrestling with Zhiming.

It's as if that punch doesn't exist at all.

Chunjiao was stunned for a moment.

At the same time, the elevator had also reached the top floor, and the seriously injured Sato was carried out by two warriors, Tang Yue then arrived, snorted, and tore Sato's shirt open, revealing the delicate snow skin inside, as well as the big mouth that was bleeding non-stop.

"Don't look at it!"

Mu Cai's order came, and the warriors who had put their eyes in the wrong place all looked at the tablet again.

Tang Yue is a medical warrior, of course not within this range, he really didn't have much interest in Sato's body, and quickly helped Sato deal with his wounds, Tang Yue put on her clothes for her, and helped her sit in the only seat on the top floor.

"Coach, I—" Sato looked at the coach apologetically, he had something to say, but he was stuck in his throat and couldn't say it several times.

"You have worked very hard, and the rest will be left to Zhiming and Chunjiao."

The coach was relieved that Sato was able to save his life, and after that, he looked back at the screen.

The battle continues.

It's just that the picture that the coach and others wanted to see didn't appear, not only was the sword not defeated by Zhiming and Chunjiao, but the more they fought, the more brave they became, the black long sword in their hands was like a butterfly piercing flowers, and it almost penetrated the bodies of the two several times.

If they continue to fight, Zhiming and Chunjiao will probably be defeated one after another.

"One, you go down and help." Suddenly, No. 2 made a suggestion.

This is a normal mention, because if no helper appears, Zhiming and Chunjiao may rush down in vain.

No. 1 took off his coat, only a tight vest was worn inside, and the muscles like iron were hanging on his body, looking at Kong Wu's strength, he made a stretching movement, and the muscles also expanded, and they were twice as thick.

"Good!"

With a heavy breath, Number One walked towards the elevator.

The warrior behind him was also relieved, there was a number one out of the horse, and the guy called Jian must have died soon.

It's just that No. 1 had just taken two steps when an arm came in front of him out of thin air.

Tang Yue stood in front of No. 1 and looked at him with a solemn expression: "Go back to the coach's side." ”

"Don't make a mess of you, kid!"

No. 1 originally had a bad impression of Tang Yue, and coupled with Tang Yue's tone, which was quite commanding, he suddenly became even more annoyed, and shouted, "Be careful that I beat you together." ”

No. 2 also walked out with a smile and said, "Tang Yue, don't mess around, if No. 1 doesn't help, Zhiming and Chunjiao will be defeated." ”

As soon as he finished speaking, No. 2's expression froze.

On the top of his neck, there was an extra palm, which was like a sharp claw.

"Even you want to kill me?"

The coach's tone sounded disappointed, with a hint of sadness.

But in the end, it turned into a decision.

The coach's hand strength is a little stronger

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