"Shangguan Chief!"

Xu Lin's eyes were torn, and in the field, the silent corpse and the iconic gray suit reminded him all the time......

Shangguan Zhanwang ......

Dead!

It was as if a basin of cold water had poured him from head to bottom.

The fifth enshrined of the Wanjia, the fifth Shangguan who was famous in the north of Yandu, died like this.

And the death is clear.

Without any conspiracy, he was hung up and hammered by that ghostly boy all the way.

It's just that this has broken the sky!

When I think of this, my heart has already been born.

Several people looked at each other inadvertently, and they had already made a decision.

"Withdraw!"

A low cry.

The movements of the thirty-six people can be described as neat, advancing and retreating as one.

But at this moment, there happened to be a sheathed Tang knife spinning and falling, stabbing obliquely into the sand, revealing half of the blade.

When he saw the straight and uncurved scabbard, Xu Lin, who had just turned around and taken half a step, suddenly paused, and his forehead was covered with cold sweat in an instant.

A feeling of being targeted by an ancient Tyrannosaurus rex came to my mind.

Dry throat and swallowing saliva.

In the ten years that Xu Lin has become the guard of Beifu, he has never felt like this.

"Come as you say, go as you go."

"My people kill when they say they want to kill."

"What are you doing here?"

Thirty meters away, Lu Ze stretched out his right hand flat, and said indifferently with his side head.

When the thirty-six Beifu guards saw Lu Ze, they all took a step back.

"We-"

Xu Lin spoke, the current situation, the other party is at a moment of momentum, must not touch its edge, originally wanted to say a soft word.

But when he thought of the name of the Beifu Battle Guard, and the young master Wan who might be watching here in some way, the words on his lips finally turned into a rather tough sentence.

[We are the Beifu guards from Yandu! ] 】

However, he only had time to say two words of this sentence when he was interrupted by Lu Ze's sudden spread of cold drink.

Lu Ze swept through the entire gladiatorial arena with a word, spreading in all directions, like an angry sea.

"Where am I, a Wasteland Warrior!"

"In!"

Li Gu, whose whole body was penetrated into a sieve, was the first to respond, his body was like a mountain stone, and he took a step forward and stepped blatantly.

"In!"

In all directions, silent and cold figures, like mountains and giant trees, emerged.

They were plainly dressed, pale-complexioned, and strode meteors.

Like a pack of wolves summoned by the wolf king, they obey the inviolable will and converge to the edge of the gladiatorial arena.

Each time they formed a column of six, they strode in.

Orderly, with a momentum that grows colder and quieter the more silent.

"The dead companion is watching right here. Let me ask you, can these thirty-six people dare to fight? Lu Ze's eyes were calm, and he pointed to the ten corpses that had been made into human specimens by Shangguan Fifth with one hand.

"The wasteland leads the battle, although there is no regret in death!"

These dozens of wasteland warriors were immense, their expressions were still cold, but in the depths of their pupils, there was an almost crazy battle intent.

"Okay."

Lu Ze stretched out the palm sideways, stretched out his five fingers, and pulled it suddenly.

Flowing clouds bloom.

Airplanes!

The six-edged and octagonal Tang Knife spun and flew out of the sand, bringing up a violent wave that swept towards Lu Ze.

The thirty-six Beifu guards who wanted to disperse didn't have time to dodge at all, and they were swept into the body by the extra-long white wave.

Tang Dao returned to his hand, and with a light tap of his two fingers, he threw the blade that trembled to a blur forward.

Ding Ding Ding!

In the dense fireworks, this Tang horizontal knife dragged out layers of afterimages, spinning and rolling through the thirty-six Beifu guards who stopped in unison......

A sword flew out, knocking back the battle formation of a full thirty-six people five meters away.

When passing through the ribs of the last Beifu guard, the six-edged octagonal knife still rotated, and after cutting a graceful arc in the air, it pulled back with Lu Ze's two fingers.

The sword is like lightning, and it is sheathed in an instant!

At this time, the five thousand people were completely attracted by the silver flash like a forest.

Thirty-six silver light knives were knocked away by Qi Brush and stabbed diagonally into the ground dozens of meters away.

"We're the ...... of Beifu"

Halfway through Xu Lin's words, he suddenly felt a lightness all over his body, and he bowed his head blankly.

The nano armor attached to his body was shaken open by the cracks, and flew out of his body in the subtle force.

Discard the knife and remove the armor.

Thirty-six heavily armed Beifu guards were completely removed from their foreign objects with just one blow in Lu Ze's hands.

Lu Ze lifted the knife, indifferently passed between the two crowds, walked to the edge, and when he passed by Li Gu, he reached out and gently patted the other party's shoulder, and staggered over.

Lu Ze at this moment looked extremely cold-blooded at first glance.

But in Li Gu's eyes, there was indescribable gratitude.

Blade the enemy, this is the greatest reward for their wasteland warriors.

He respectfully bowed to Lu Ze's departing back, and when he raised his head again, his eyes were already as cold as iron.

Turning around, the burly man with a bloody hole all over his body looked at the thirty-six elite Beifu guards on that side, all of whom were 7 stars, as if they were dead.

"Thirty-five people."

No roll call, no assignment, no arguments.

Counting in a queue of six, the last person in the sixth team stood in place, watching as thirty-five companions strode forward.

"Dust to Dust......

"Soil to Earth......

"The name of the wasteland is not to be dishonored."

Desolate and ancient ballads floated from Li Gu's mouth and sang from the mouths of thirty-five.

The bodies of the thirty-six men swelled little by little until they turned into gray and white giants.

The moment Lu Ze stepped out of the gladiatorial arena, the thirty-six wasteland warriors led by Li Gu, like a torrent of natural disasters, with the breath of plowing through thousands of troops, crashed into the Beifu battle array.

Fighting beyond the ranks is a common occurrence for these natural warriors.

The Beifu Guards, who had lost their powerful armor and sword, were like dead men in their eyes.

When Li Gu's steel-like fist slammed Xu Lin into the air with a single blow, the 7-star battle general only felt ridiculous.

His attack only leaves a shallow white spot on the opponent's epidermis......

Then, in the field of vision, a pale fist suddenly appeared like a giant hammer.

Rumble!

Li Gu expressionlessly took away Xu Lin's left hand that had stabbed into his wound, and then pulled out his right fist embedded in the opponent's head.

This bloody battle, which was as tragic as a beast fighting, was displayed in front of everyone without a trace of fancy.

"Enter!"

Li Gu shouted violently, and thirty-six wasteland warriors rushed forward in formation, and scattered the Beifu battle array with one breath.

"Go again!"

The Wasteland Warrior stepped again, and the momentum shook the sky, and the Beifu battle array was instantly compressed by half.

The massacre that was once one-sided on both sides is completely reversed at this moment.

"Chisel through!"

Li Gu shouted again, and the warriors of the wasteland entered as one, stepped into a sound, and made a move forward like a landslide.

Except for Xu Lin, who had already died, the remaining thirty-five Beifu guards flew out.

In the chaotic arena, the thirty-five wasteland warriors shot out in unison, allowing the opponent to attack the body, and jumped straight into the air to grab the necks of the thirty-five Beifu guards, and fell to the ground heavily.

"Kill!"

Li Gu's voice did not grit his teeth, there was no pleasure of revenge, and some were just as indifferent as steel.

Thirty-five Wasteland warriors made the same move.

Staggered hands, one hand clasped on top of the opponent's head, the other hand held the opponent's chin, and squeezed violently.

Click-

With the sound of dense bones cracking, a corpse fell to the ground limply.

Thirty-five warriors of the wasteland stood silent.

Li Gu ignored his faintly transparent body, strode forward, and nodded on one knee to the young man who was calmly looking at him not far away.

"Return to the wasteland!"

"Return to the wasteland!" Thirty-five figures knelt on the ground in unison.

Lu Ze looked at Li Gu, bowed slightly, and said flatly: "After today, you can return to the fog." ”

After speaking, Lu Ze turned his head sideways and looked indifferently at the high platform.

looked at Wan Ziyue, who was looking at the audience with resentful eyes.

The two looked at each other......

Wan Ziyue's body trembled.

Silent.

Unhurried.

Lu Ze carried the knife, stepped on the steps step by step, and walked straight towards Wan Ziyue.