Zhou Xianbai took two steps back, panting heavily, his clothes were already wet with cold sweat, if it weren't for the Sen Rong axe in his hand to support the ground, it is estimated that Zhou Xianbai would have been sitting on the ground.

Zhou Xianbai's sharp killing of third-class martial artists immediately attracted the attention of the surrounding monks of the Great Qian Empire, and several monks of the Great Qian Empire even got rid of the bodyguards who were fighting in front of them, and rushed towards Zhou Xianbai quickly, obviously it was very cost-effective to be able to kill a student who could have the potential to kill a third-class martial artist in seconds.

Because they were tasked with destroying the city as much as possible and killing civilians as much as possible, it was these civilians who were the main producers and laborers of the Earth Federation, and exchanging the lives of cannon fodder for the lives of a large number of civilians was a very cost-effective deal in the eyes of the Great Qian Empire.

The amount of cannon fodder in the Great Qian Empire is huge, but the Earth Federation, whose population has plummeted by one-third, cannot afford such an exchange, because the existence of civilians is the foundation of their economic recovery and strength recovery, and the Great Qian Empire just used some dispensable cannon fodder to exchange those most important civilians, and the military department of the Earth Federation naturally cannot let this happen.

Zhou Xianbai saw these fourth-class martial artists coming towards him, and he sighed in his heart.

Oops, I didn't expect that killing a third-class martial artist would consume such a lot of mental power and physical strength, even if there was less than two percent of the spiritual power at this time, Zhou Xianbai couldn't do anything.

Zhou Xianbai stood up with difficulty and prepared to fight, Meng Qianxing and Ma Xiaotian saw that Zhou Xianbai was in danger, and they all moved closer to Zhou Xianbai's position as soon as possible.

The bodyguards around who had just killed several Great Qian Empire monks also freed their hands and rushed desperately to Zhou Xianbai's position.

I have to say that the speed of the first-class warrior is more than one grade faster than that of the fourth-class martial artist, those monks of the Great Qian Empire have just rushed over twenty or thirty meters of kung fu, and the bodyguards scattered around have already gathered around Zhou Xianbai, and two of the five bodyguards are divided to protect Zhou Xianbai's surroundings, and the other three take the initiative to rush forward.

Fighting one-on-one with those monks of the Great Qian Empire who charged over, since the targets around them have been blocked, and they are also being targeted by powerful first-class warriors, these three monks of the Great Qian Empire have no intention of living, to be precise, they are already certain to die.

The strength of more than 500 kilograms of his body was desperate with these bodyguards, although he didn't know why there were so many first-class samurai in this place, but killing had become the only thing they could do now.

These monks of the Great Qian Empire only have some regrets, logically speaking, it takes at least twenty minutes from the beginning of the attack to the arrival of the soldiers of the Federal Military District, and during this time they can kill at least one hundred to three hundred civilians, but out of nowhere, more than thirty first-class samurai appeared, and they only killed about fifty civilians before being intercepted by the bodyguards who arrived a few minutes later.

For the raid team with a huge difference in strength, such a result can be said to be a very failure.

However, the difference in strength of more than 500 kilograms made the monks of the Great Qian Empire not have the capital to work hard, and after a few moves, the three monks of the Great Qian Empire were hammered into meat sauce.

The deaths were much more tragic than those of innocent civilians.

The situation on the scene took a turn for the worse, and in less than three minutes, more than a dozen monks of the Great Qian Empire had been killed and wounded.

There were only three or four remaining Great Qian Empire monks left, forming a defensive formation and holding on, but it was a pity that their defense was completely meaningless.

Because they didn't have any reinforcements behind them, this didn't mean that the monks of the Great Qian Empire had no power to fight back.

Among them, there is also a captain who led the slaughter of the monks of the Great Qian Empire, and the strength of this captain has reached the realm of a third-class warrior, and the captain of the monk in front of him is not easy to deal with for every bodyguard who is only a first-class warrior realm.

With the improvement of the cultivation level, the difference in the direct strength of the martial artists at each level is greater, the difference in strength between the first-class martial artist and the second-class martial artist is one hundred kilograms of strength, but the difference between the first-class samurai and the second-class samurai is one hundred and twenty kilograms of strength, and the strength of this third-class samurai is two hundred and forty kilograms higher than the strength of these bodyguards.

In terms of frontal strength, no one can match this third-class warrior, but the advantage of the Earth Federation is that there are many people, more than thirty first-class warriors besiege a third-class warrior, although there is a gap in the strength of the two sides one-on-one, but before the strength of the two sides does not open a huge gap, the strength of the number of people is still good.

This third-class samurai of the Great Qian Empire was wearing a pair of fist gloves, which were already stained with the blood of civilians at this time, although these bodyguards all took out the throwing sticks that they carried with them at any time, but the throwing sticks were not powerful attack weapons after all, and the speed of the third-class samurai was faster than their movements.

The body is more flexible, so basically none of the bodyguards can fight with him head-on with more than three moves, one after another the bodyguards rush up, and the fist gloves in the hands of the third-class samurai are domineering, and there is quite a momentum of being a husband and a man.

However, the leather armor on his body did not provide him with much protection, and after a scuffle, this third-class warrior of the Great Qian Empire was covered in blood, but the bodyguards surrounding him were not doing very well.

Many of the bodyguards had been seriously injured, some of them had broken arms and ribs, but the bodyguards on the side took the wounded down in time, and every time one person was hit, two to three bodyguards would rush forward to suppress the third-class samurai and buy time for their companions to retreat.

But the situation on the bodyguard's side is still not optimistic, there have been more than a dozen bodyguards who have been forced to withdraw from the battlefield because of injuries, the only thing that is fortunate is that no one on Meng Qianxing and Ma Xiaotian's side of the bodyguards was killed, just injured, after all, after being promoted to a first-class samurai, the defense power has also increased a lot, although a one-on-one frontal fight against a third-class samurai does not mean that one blow will die.

No matter how you fight, it's still okay to fight a little bit.

The few remaining fourth-rank Great Cadre Empire monks had died tragically, and only the captain was left struggling to support him.

The two sides were at a stalemate.

Just when everyone thought that the battle would continue like this, suddenly more than a dozen dark green military vehicles came at a gallop, and the positions of the bodyguards were surrounded by the inner and outer three layers.