The whole people encircled and suppressed, leaving the entire Barren Mountain City empty, and most of the residents rushed to the mountains to find the player's footprints, leaving only the gray and yellow morning light filtered by the forbidden array, unable to fall into the alleyway.

Forcibly breaking through the battle line of the island's residents, Dusk and Tsing Yi Jiangshan walked together and quietly entered the city.

Barren Mountain City is the only clear water source on the island, and it has gradually evolved, and the island owner's mansion is naturally in the most central location of Barren Mountain City.

Passing through the dilapidated city gates and walking through the slightly desolate lanes, it didn't take long for them to enter the city, and at dusk the two of them had already arrived on the street leading to the city lord's mansion.

"Yo, be prepared!" Walked to the center of the street and stood still, swept his gaze, and smiled playfully at dusk.

On both sides of the street, a man in black walked out of a dilapidated house, slowly filling the entire street, and as the man in black gathered, a mighty killing intent shrouded the entire street like a black cloud pressing down on the city.

"It's really fateful!" With a light sigh, he looked at the two people who walked out of the crowd in black, raised his eyebrows at Dusk, who didn't care about his killing intent, turned his head and smiled at Tsing Yi Jiangshan: "It's this again!" ”

"Hehe..." Laughing casually, Tsing Yi Jiangshan did not express any opinion on Xuanhua and another lean man who appeared again, anyway, for him, all opponents are the same.

When he met his old acquaintance at home, the coldness in Xuantong's eyes shone with coldness, and the undisguised killing intent around him rose up and merged into the sky, the black cloud of killing intent that had been condensed.

"Kill!"

Since it is an old rival, Dusk wanted to catch up with Xuanhua and talk about feelings, but Dusk has this idea, it doesn't mean that Xuanhua is idle and willing to accompany him, just listen to Xuanhua's order, and the countless black-clothed people on the street suddenly turned into a rolling black stream, bringing up endless smoke and dust, and swarming towards the two.

"Boom..."

A low sound of dry thunder filled the entire street, and in just a few breaths, the black torrent had already submerged the two people who looked extremely small, and the sword light and sword shadow, and the blood-colored cold light, suddenly shone on the entire street.

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"It's finally here!" Standing on top of the tallest building in the center of the city, looking at the eight streets that lead directly to his feet, watching the endless black tide surging, the night dove has a hint of anticipation on his face, and even a little nervous, quietly waiting for the arrival of this group of challengers.

The internal strength is galloping, the sword is fierce, in the sword forest and the sea of swords, there is no emotion under the sword, but in a moment, the dusk has been soaked with blood.

In the face of the black-clothed dead soldiers who were not afraid of death and went forward one after another, even if they were full of firepower, but just by relying on the dusk of the long sword, they still felt the pressure around them, increasing little by little.

The "Dugu Nine Swords" that first glimpsed the realm of the doorway, coupled with the increase of internal strength, the power exerted in the hands of Dusk is not weaker than the ordinary peerless swordsmanship, plus the advantage of speed, it will be so easy to break the formation in the mountains.

It's a pity that now, there are too many black-clothed dead soldiers who have been brainwashed, and they are not afraid of death at all, even if a thousand people fall under the dusk sword, the thousandth and one people still pounce on it without hesitation, which makes the dusk, which is constantly parrying, a little embarrassed.

It was similar to the situation at dusk, the Tsing Yi rivers and mountains were covered with a layer of firelight, the internal strength was roaring, and the long sword was flowing rock, although the black-clothed people were killed on the spot, but the opponents who rushed up like a tide also caused him a lot of pressure, and in the time just now, the internal strength he consumed was enough to have a small half.

The black-clothed dead man couldn't pose much of a threat to the lives of the two of them, and Xuan Hua had expected it before. Coldly looking at one after another carefully cultivated night army elites, falling at the feet of the two, Xuan Hua's face did not fluctuate at all, in his opinion, from the beginning of the formation of the night army, in order to consume the internal strength of this group of outsiders like today.

The long sword entered the body, the blood flowers withered, and the blade fell, but he was in this life.

After the knife fell heavily and was easily flashed by the young man, a man in black only felt a pain in his heart, wisps of fiery internal energy burst in his heart, his throat was sweet, and he no longer had any strength in his body. The figure of the young man passed by his side without stopping, and the black-clothed man with brilliant blood flowers on his chest, with the fall of the blade in his hand, slowly knelt on the ground, and before merging into a corpse, in his eyes that dimmed a little, a wisp of relief slowly dissipated...

One by one fell under their own swords, the twilight of the original hippie smile, the complexion was gradually solemn, the sword light shone, fluttering in the blood flowers, with the withering of the blood-colored petals, constantly ending in front of them, all the enemies who dared to block their way.

The black-clothed men who make up the night army, each of them are sturdy men, born in this world, they have no choice at all, they are originally young and frivolous, and they don't know how to be sad, but now they give their lives for a loyalty who has been the only voice in their world since childhood.

And their death, in exchange, is only to consume the opponent's internal strength!

I don't know how long it took, the internal strength that was originally full of the body began to thin out, Tsing Yi Jiangshan drove the sour arm, wielding a slightly obscure long sword, the cold light and blood light were combined, and after killing the enemy in front of him again, Tsing Yi Jiangshan felt an emptiness in front of him, and in the whole field of vision, except for the desolate streets, there were only two people left on the opposite side, waiting for work.

"Hehe..." Killed all the dead soldiers in black, and for some reason, Dusk suddenly laughed.

Looking back at the corpses scattered all over the place, almost covering the streets with a black carpet, looking at the blood-red streams that slowly converged and flowed towards both sides, the curvature of the corners of Dusk's mouth became larger and larger, and the originally low laughter slowly became high-pitched and hoarse.

Clutching the long sword in his hand fiercely, although Tsing Yi Jiangshan did not look a little hysterical like dusk, on his blood-stained face, endless killing intent burned wantonly.

A cold wind swept up the fallen leaves that were not only blowing from that place, adding to the desolation of the street full of death.

Slowly stopped laughing, his eyes seemed to be dyed blood-red by the blood on the street, staring coldly at Xuanhua and the others, and slowly wiped the blood on the sword with his cuffs at dusk.

"The strength of the fat sheep this time is a bit low!" Standing in the tall building and looking in all directions, the night dove sighed.

The battles around have basically ended, but except for the streets due south, where some people broke through the siege of the night army, the outsiders in the rest of the directions were directly overwhelmed by the night army, and the corpses were barren mountain city.

"It seems that this time, there shouldn't be a need for Benjun to do it!"

There are only two people who have broken through the blockade of the night army, so what they have to resist next is not just the two thirteen Taibao!

Coming to this step, detachment is already close at hand, breathing the tiresome air of this world, the night dove stretches out his arms, his long sleeves flutter in the wind, at this time, he makes a movement of spreading his wings, it seems that the next moment he is going to flap his wings to break free from the confinement of this world, and fly high freely...