Killing is like a tumbling snowball, and in the world that belongs to it, it will only grow stronger and stronger, not gradually dissolve. Where there are people, there is killing, and unless there is a separation between life and death, killing is useless.

So, the killing continues.

There are fewer and fewer people, and just like where a snowball rolls, the snow will get thinner and thinner. The damage to Haidong Qingdi has already passed halfway. Poor students in this batch may be experiencing the most severe and cruel final exam since the establishment of the Haidong Youth Team and even in the distant future.

As for the ordinary gangs, there is no trace of them on this battlefield for a long time.

Naturally, there are fewer and fewer monks, and many masters who have been practicing for many years are all destroyed in this red dust. This is a fate, and the Buddha's mandate cannot be violated.

Ju Feng and his party, the scars on their bodies are getting heavier and heavier, more and more. Looking at Xiao Wu from the outside, he was completely unrecognizable, and he was bathed in blood, of course, very few were his, and most of them were monks.

The monks really admired this man, this demon from hell, like a tireless killing machine, it looked like it was about to collapse, but it was trembling and towering, no matter how big the storm was, he was still standing.

This is a terrible person.

Behind Zhu Yao, the situation is no longer so optimistic, the Moon Refining Knife is not stained with blood, but today it cannot be avoided, because there is too much blood, so much that before it has time to flow, it will be covered by the next wave. Her dark blue tights were torn in countless places, revealing a lot of fair skin, and curling flesh, half of which was charming, and the other half was shocking, mixed together that could not be described in words.

The injury of politeness is not easy, the handsome face is covered with tired sweat and terrible blood, how can you avoid it while hurting the enemy? If you go to the hospital for a check-up at this time, you will probably not have a few ribs intact.

Tong Bailong's fighting style is the most concise, completely in line with the aesthetics of violence, but at this time there is not much strength left, and his movements are much sluggish, and every time he seriously injures one monk, he will receive heavy blows from another. He is still fighting now, all with tenacious perseverance and vague awareness.

I want to protect Brother Feng.

The situation of civilization is equally critical, and it has even begun to withdraw from the battlefield, not because of fear, but because he has no advantage in the monks. However, he was still fighting, and he had a pistol that had been modified before, and instead of bullets, he shot rocks, which would not be fatal to a person, but could effectively block the attack.

He and Liu Xing wandered around the periphery and inadvertently fired a shot to help his companions resolve the crisis. The guns are accurate and almost unbiased.

As for Jufeng, this beautiful butterfly is no longer light when it flies, but there are surprisingly few scars on its body, and it can even be said that it does not cause dust.

Because he has one thing to do, he must maintain a perfect image and not be stained with blood.

The battle has gone beyond the white-hot concept, and every move and style is being shot with its background. Those who can still fight are people with strong willpower, who cannot be compromised and have no compromises.

Whoever compromises first will have no choice between life and death.

Half of the monks remained, Hai Dongqing left one-third, and Tong Bailong also joined the ranks of Civilization and Liu Xing.

A third of the monks remained, a quarter of Hai Dongqing remained, and the three civilizations ran out of ammunition and food, and temporarily withdrew from the battle.

A quarter of the monks remained, Hai Dongqing was less than twenty people, and Zhu Yao was seriously injured, and was thrown out of the crowd by Xiao Wu, who was quick to see him, and sent to the ranks of civilization.

Zhu Yao also withdrew from the battle.

There are one-fifth of the monks left, and Hai Dongqing is just ten left, and under the leadership of Chang Guohong, they are doing the final struggle.

The remaining one-sixth of the monks, the civilized group in danger, politely went to the rescue, and also temporarily withdrew from the battle.

The monks were left with a tenth left, Hai Dongqing all fell, and politeness also withdrew from the battle.

Thirty monks faced Ju Feng and Xiao Wu, and the battlefield was temporarily suspended.

This is the last pause, and musically after this pause, it should be the last*.

* After that, it's time to finish.

……

Not far below, is the concert of the fifth sister, at this time the concert has also entered the countdown, and you can vaguely hear the ups and downs of the music, accompanied by the shouts of everyone, the slightest trace into the ears.

Ju Feng listened to the music, his chest did not rise and fall violently, and he looked like an ordinary person, as if he was just a bystander in the battle just now, and he was standing far away.

He was happy.

Xiao Wu next to him looked as if he was from another world, covered in blood, and even his face was clear and empty.

Xiao Wu is also very happy.

"I'm a little hungry, and when I get rid of these bald donkeys, you'll have to treat me to a big meal."

Xiao Wu said happily, revealing a mouthful of white teeth in the blood, which was very discordant, but it made Ju Feng feel very at ease.

Ju Feng laughed softly when he heard this, pointed to Tong Bailong, who was not far away, and said, "Wait a while, you can eat together, it's enough." ”

"Without further ado, shall we go?"

"Let's go."

It's like two friends discussing what to eat for dinner, and after discussing it, they start to set off. Very comfortable and chic.

So the two walked towards the monks, and the battle began again.

The steel knife in Ju Feng's hand was broken, and it was replaced with a soft sword.

The chasing wind in Xiao Wu's hand had also been put away, and the short blade was no longer suitable for the next battle, so he picked up the Moon Refining Knife.

The sword is combined, invincible, let alone the thirty Buddhas.

The combat is brutal, more brutal, but beautiful. Ju Feng and Xiao Wu have spent their savings in the past twenty years for this moment, so this is a gorgeous ending.

In a quarter of an hour, the monks halved, and after another quarter of an hour, the battle ended.

In the entire arena, only two people were left standing.

The savings were used up, and it took time to continue to replenish, and it was difficult to recover overnight, so both of them felt very tired, very tired, so tired that they wanted to sleep immediately.

However, the two men did not fall after all.

Ju Feng walked back slowly, originally wanting to keep his clothes from a little blood, but there were still flaws.

There is a fly in the ointment, but who in the world can do everything well.

He walked up to Zhu Yao and said apologetically: "Xiao Yao, I can't help you bandage it today, I'm sorry." ”

Zhu Yao's pale face was covered with blood and beads of sweat, and it looked like a red flower with clear ripples.

She shook her head, it was difficult to speak, but she still struggled to comfort Ju Feng for a few words, but on the side, someone spoke before her.

Xiao Wu, who walked slowly behind Ju Feng, said: "Let me come, I used Xiao'er's knife, I have to do something to repay it." ”

Yao'er, another exclusive title, everyone present was stunned, and Zhu Yao's face was even more blushing, but it was hidden under the blood and water, and it couldn't be seen.

Ju Feng smiled, he naturally believed in Xiao Wu's strength, after so many years outside, the most skilled thing was to heal alone.

It's just that he has to ask for Zhu Yao's consent.

Zhu Yao looked at Xiao Wu's eyes, like two stars in the extremely distant sky, mysterious and profound, which made people fall into it and didn't want to extricate themselves.

She lowered her head, her head slightly bowed.

Seeing this, Ju Feng smiled knowingly, very happy and sincere, and then turned around and disappeared into the night.

"Whew!"

There was a loud roar in the sky, and suddenly a swift shadow swept down.

(To be continued)