"The Joker is already defensive in the air, are you sure it will be useful to throw it?" Uncle Picky Feet disapproves, the first time is a surprise attack, and the second time is equivalent to giving away someone's head.

"Fight once, if he can't guard against it." I grinned, tightened my clothes again, and wrapped my wound shut.

Uncle Picky looked at the three people who were struggling to support, nodded and said, "I don't think the possibility of success is too great, is there any other way?" ”

"No, the chances of success will be very high, and after you throw me over, you have to jump over with it, and when he strikes at me, you'd better hit him hard."

"Even if I am killed by him, you can unite with others and deal with a hard-hit clown, you can't do it, right?" I looked at my uncle with a smile, and there was a hint of mockery on the corner of my mouth.

Men, most afraid of being told no, as an uncle, he will not admit it.

Uncle Foot Picker grabbed me by the collar, jerked me up, and threw me over.

When I was in the air, I had the big knife in my hand ready, ready to give the clown a volley when I got close to the other party.

The clown was really defensive, and the white knife in his hand turned to block the besieger's broadsword, and the black knife was hidden behind him, waiting to give me a knife.

"Brush"

I fell down against the clown's black knife, and slashed at his head with the big knife in my hand.

If he dares to give me a black knife, I will use a big knife to smash his head.

Sure enough, the clown didn't plan to die with me, and the black knife turned in his hand and picked it up against my big knife.

I don't know what method this is, but it caused my big knife to fall to the ground along with the black knife.

"Bang"

The clown hit my knee in the abdomen, and the force of the fall from the air was combined with the force of the clown's impact.

Two powerful forces exploded directly in my abdomen, and it was like someone had stabbed me in the abdomen, and the blade turned on my stomach, and I opened my mouth in pain but couldn't even utter a word.

"Brush"

"Damn ......"

The clown's white knife was guarding against the other three, and the black knife was wrapped around my big knife, and his elbows and knees slammed at me, and I didn't notice it for a while, and my uncle followed me and fell from the sky.

With a single slash, the clown's arm holding the black knife was cut off.

The clown's white knife flashed, forcing the besieging three people back.

I let go of the broadsword I was holding, and nearly half of it was sunk into the dirt, and it would be a waste of time to pull it out.

We're going to take advantage of the Joker's broken arm to storm and grab someone's head off with one hand.

Grabbing the black knife that the clown fell to the ground, I hugged the clown and hit my thigh, and the black knife in my hand frantically slashed the other leg.

Holding his thigh was to restrict his movement, and the reason for cutting his other leg was because of the knife on my waist, plus a few blows from the clown, I couldn't stand up at all, and only his leg could be reached.

If I could get to his neck, I'd cut it off as soon as I could.

"Ah......h

The clown roared, turned the white knife in his hand, and slashed one of the besiegers with one of them, kicking me several times in the thigh that I was not holding.

There were several crunching cracks in my ribs in my chest, and I couldn't help but spurt out clumps of blood from my mouth.

Even so, I gritted my teeth and kept slashing the black knife at the clown's leg.

As the blood splattered, I felt a pain in my back, and it didn't go deep into the flesh, as if it had just scratched my skin and then withdrew.

Uncle Foot Picking is powerful, and the big knife in his hand is the white knife that entangles the clown.

The clown's other leg was completely chopped off by me, and he swayed and fell to his knees.

Uncle and two others rushed up, and with my black knife, four knives stabbed the clown in the chest at the same time.

The clown gave me a bloodied grin and slashed another of the besiegers with a backhand.

I guess the person he wanted to kill the most was me, but because of the four knives that stabbed him in the chest.

I'm in the middle again, and if you want to kill me, you have to kill the other two around me first.

I was so shocked by the clown's vitality that I pulled out my black knife and stabbed him in the neck.

"Chop, chop, chop, quick, chop, chop, ......"

With blood spurting from my mouth, I asked my uncle to cut off the clown's head.

Because of my body, I couldn't cut off the clown's neck with a single knife, so I had to stab him with a black knife.

"Brush"

The uncle cut off his head with a knife and cut off the clown's head directly.

The clown's white knife has reached in front of my nose, and if my uncle slows down for half a minute, I will be hacked to death by the clown.

Tremblingly stretched out my hand and pulled the white knife in front of my nose, I couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

The scene jerked and we were back in the theater.

On the stage, the body of the water-sleeved girl was lying on the street, and the white-headed and white-bearded Zheng Tianyu was sitting next to the corpse.

The Daguan knife in his hand hung low, and his face was gloomy and painful.

For the sake of war, his vitality was almost completely exhausted.

He just sat on the stage, quietly, only Daguan Dao accompanied him.

The lights on the stage stretched behind him, stretching the lonely back of the poor man.

"Why, why haven't so many people come back?"

In the extremely quiet theater, a scream suddenly rang out.

Because the theater was very quiet, this voice was extremely shocking, which surprised me and Uncle Picking.

We turned our heads and saw that the theater was empty.

Because we were all sitting in the front row, more than thirty people were sitting together, and it seemed very crowded.

But now, it's very empty.

There were only three of us, yes, including those who had opened the angel box before, and they all disappeared without a trace.

The people who opened the angel box would not participate in the borrowing of soldiers, but they disappeared inexplicably.

And the injuries on our bodies did not recover this time, and the huge wound on my waist was bleeding continuously, and the ribs that were kicked by the clown were still piercing the pain.

I suddenly understand now why Zheng Tianyu said that he would borrow troops for the last time, because this time he would completely consume his little vitality.

Every time we borrowed soldiers before, the injuries and deaths we suffered were actually all applied to Zheng Tianyu, consuming his life.

And this time, since the borrowers all died of exhaustion of their lives, let alone those of us who were borrowed?

In order to take revenge on the other party, Zheng Tianyu didn't even want his life, and he definitely couldn't take care of us.

Besides, what kind of identity do we have in Zheng Tianyu's eyes?

Dispensable tools? Or do you think of us as equals?

I think it's more likely that the tool is just that he can't stop the lives that are consumed.

I was in sharp pain all over my body, and I looked at the stage in a daze.

There were two Zheng Tianyu on the stage, what happened? It's all come to this point, isn't the game over?

I felt like I couldn't control my body, and I felt a sense of heaviness all over my body.

The main reason is that the injury is too severe, and the pain of the broken bones in my chest alone occupies most of my senses, plus the wound on my waist, I feel everything by the injuries in these two places.