It wasn't until Ye Yu walked near the battlefield that the feeling of nothingness disappeared, and it seemed that the Shadow King had finally let down his guard and infiltrated the Amethyst station. Ye Hao's heart was relieved, and he was about to leave, when he felt that someone next to him stopped him. When I turned my head, I saw that it was Captain Xin who helped him out of the siege yesterday.

"It's you again......" Ye Yu was speechless, "It can't be the 'gentleman' who gave me instructions again." ”

"You guessed it!" Captain Xin smiled evilly, "Sir expected you to come here, let me leave this to you." As he spoke, he handed Ye Yu an envelope, "Sir, let me inform you that this is the last time, and next, either live or die!" Alright, I'm going to get to work too. After Captain Xin finished speaking, he immediately slipped away.

When I opened the envelope, it was still the same as usual, and only one sentence was written.

"With hard work, you can activate the soul stone."

Ye Yu raised his eyebrows, this sentence is meaningful. What does it mean to work hard? Do you want him to cut open his heart? Don't be kidding, even with his soul general's body, if his heart is cut open, he will definitely die. Or is this a metaphor of sorts?

Just when Ye Yu was puzzled, the Purple King and Long Poyun made another move, this time the momentum was even greater, one purple and one gray collided in the air, and the sky above the Death City seemed to burst into a super-large firework, almost lighting up the entire city.

"Damn, this Purple King, why did he suddenly get into trouble." Qu Wufeng frowned, "I originally planned to do it when the blood moon rises, but who knows that it has been disrupted, it seems that the Purple King has also anticipated our actions, we can't wait, let's shoot!" ”

The plan was certain, Qu Wufeng's body moved, and he appeared in front of the Purple King in mid-air in the blink of an eye. He waved his right hand, and a sharp sword light went straight towards the Purple King. The speed of this windless song, the accuracy of the time,

Seeing that Qu Wufeng was about to succeed, a black shadow attacked, hitting the knife in his hand at a speed that was no slower than his. The two made a crisp collision sound, Qu Wufeng retracted the knife with his right hand, and his left fist went straight out, hitting the purple king in the chest. As soon as his fist was struck, it was immediately blocked by a hand. Qu Wufeng punched back and hit again, but was blocked again. Qu Wufeng shouted violently, and in an instant, he threw hundreds of punches, but he was blocked by the people who came one by one.

Finally, the moment of lightning and fire passed, Qu Wufeng's figure fell, and in the process of falling, he and the comer added fists and feet in mid-air, like a black shadow flashing. Compared to the battle between Ye Yu and Ye Wuxin, I don't know how many times faster. As soon as the two landed, they quickly separated backwards.

"Drunk! I really didn't expect you to take refuge in the Purple King! Staring at the middle-aged drunk man in front of him, there was no wind.

"What kind of refuge, it's too ugly to say, this is called cooperation!" The drunken man picked up the flask and took a sip of it, "It's better to let the Purple King get the soul stone than to let your group get it." ”

Qu Wufeng snorted coldly, his eyes drifting to the Purple King and Long Poyun on the side, the two were facing each other from a distance, brewing the next battle.

"Want to help Long Poyun? Get past me first! The drunken man blocked his view.

"Hmph, let me see your drunken man's drunken pot seven kills!" Qu Wufeng knew that the matter couldn't be so simple, and with a turn of the short knife in his hand, Qu Wufeng arched his body slightly.

"Ha, I've long heard that the knife in your Commander Qu's hand is not ordinary, it is made with the teeth of a sixth-level soul beast, plus the casting technique of the disciples outside the station, I have long wanted to understand it."

"Come on, then! Wind Walk Kill: Dream Slashing! Qu Wuming's figure flickered, and in an instant, it seemed to transform into several clones, which was a manifestation of extreme speed, and he stepped on strange steps under his feet, and the sword light shrouded the drunken man's body.

"Than speed, who is afraid of whom!" The drunken man laughed loudly, waved the wine jug in his hand, and drew one circle after another around him. Every time the windless knife slashed on the wine jug, the air kept making a ding-dong crashing sound, and the density was like rain hitting a bead plate, endlessly.

The shadow dispersed, the knife was closed, and Qu Wufeng breathed a sigh of relief.

"The 'Moon Halo', one of the seven killings of the drunken pot, is really not weak."

"It's not bad for you to kill dreams with Captain Qu." The drunken man said, many parts of his clothes have been cut open, this is the strength of the knife when they collide, although not even the skin is cut, but it also makes him look a little embarrassed.

The drunken man didn't really care about his image, he shook the flask, and his eyes sparkled.

"This time, change my shot, take me a move, Drunken Pot Seven Kills, Lightning!" The drunken man's words were still in his mouth, and the wine jug in his hand had turned into a bolt of lightning, and he went straight to Qu Wufeng's door with unparalleled speed, the speed of this wine jug was so fast that it had even surpassed the bullet, and looking at the gray breath wrapped in the wine jug, its destructive power was probably many times higher than that of the bullet.

Qu Wufeng's eyes flashed, and the speed of this wine jug was also beyond his expectations. His body reacted faster than the speed of thinking, his steps were wrong, his body retreated like a shadow, and a banging sound sounded in the air, which was a sonic boom generated by the speed breaking through the speed of sound, which showed how fast Qu Wufeng was.

After retreating more than ten meters in an instant, the rope of the wine jug was also at its limit, Qu Wufeng's body was stunned, and the wine jug stopped just a few centimeters in front of his eyes, and his grasp of the distance was so accurate. At the moment when the wine bottle just stopped, he had already adjusted his body, and before the drunken man had time to withdraw the gourd, he flashed in front of him.

The knife flashed, and Qu Wufeng's knife counted out the time, tricks, and nodes. It can be said that it is exquisite, but just when the knife will cut the throat of the drunken man, the sound of breaking wind behind him sounds, and the drunken man's wine jug is chasing after him, if Qu Wufeng still insists on attacking the drunken man, he is afraid that he will be smashed by this wine jug.

Flash! Qu Wufeng made a decision, he didn't want to die with the drunken man, his body turned away, and the wine jug flashed, and the target of the wine jug became the drunken man's own head instead. However, the latter seemed to have expected it, and turned around, waving the tip of his elbow, and hit Qu Wufeng's temple. The latter retreated again, and the drunken man pulled his hand, and the wine jug crossed a strange arc from below, hitting Qu Wufeng's chin. The knife was horizontal, and Qu Wufeng blocked the drunken man's blow.

Hurry up, hurry up! The battle between the two is like lightning intertwining, and the wind is combined. It was so fast that Ye Yu could barely see the movements clearly, if it weren't for his sensory specialization, there might only be a bunch of shadows shaking in his eyes at this time.

It's so fast! Whether it is a drunken man or Qu Wufeng, Ye Yu's proud "triple speed" is no different from a turtle in front of them. The speed and speed of these two people have far surpassed the scope of human beings, and they are even more exciting than the movies Ye Hao has watched before.

With a bang, the Purple King and Long Poyun fought again, and the two separated. The Purple King jumped to the side of the drunken man, and although Long Poyun was reluctant, he still stood beside Qu Wufeng.

At this point, the scene formed a two-on-two stalemate.