After a night's time, the soil that had been loosened gradually became firm. There is not a single trace of footsteps on it, indicating that no one has been to the scene yet.

The sunlight gently sprinkled on the faces of the three people, which seemed a little dazzling, and the three pairs of eyes opened together. Suddenly, the sunlight hit his eyes, and he suddenly closed it again. Wait for your eyes to adjust to the outside luminosity before slowly opening them.

It turned out that the three of them stood up at dawn and looked at the so-called battlefield.

A large area of flat land, I can't tell how much area there is. The person over there, from a large small black dot to a person, this short journey seems so far away.

When she saw Michelan, the surprise on Mo Lan's face was enough to prove how excited she was in her heart.

But the excitement in my heart decreases when I think about it, and this is not a safe area. Michelan is pregnant, she shouldn't have come to this kind of place. No matter how wrong the boss is, his child is right. It was just a small life that had not yet come into this world, and should not suffer for the people of the previous generation.

"You just three of you, you have the courage." The boss said coldly. His face was expressionless, but there was a strong hatred in his eyes, and this hatred shot straight at An Feng.

There are a lot of killers standing behind the boss, at least 1,000. Densely packed with people, most of this empty space is occupied. There was no expression on everyone's faces, and none of them even dared to hold a gun. I guess I also know that there are buried mines under my feet.

Cold-blooded just stood next to him, without saying a word, his eyes did not leave Qianyin's face, looking at it unscrupulously.

"Less nonsense, let's get started." An Feng said lightly and took out the long sword in his hand. After a few casual tricks, he warmed up, and his eyes lightly skimmed those killers, they had something to make them suffer.

"You hurry up and get out, I said I would bring you, I didn't say I wanted you to join the war." The boss glanced at Michelan and said seriously.

Michelan didn't want to leave yet, and was finally invited directly to a safe area outside by the two killers. She got angry, and the two killers had to send people outside and stay there. It's all for Michelan's good.

This move made the three of them think that the boss was sincere to Michelan.

The boss and cold-blooded did not attack directly, but the killers behind them poured up. All kinds of weapons pass by,

It almost touched his cheeks, and the feeling of death coming sent chills down his back.

At first, the three of Mo Lan only took defense, first probing to the bottom to see what kind of things these people should use to deal with them. They don't have much stuff, and they barely have anything to deal with these people.

Mo Lan's posture of playing the sword is still quite good, although it is not fast enough, but it is very accurate. Every sword reaches the throat, and blood spurts out as soon as it is pulled out. Unafraid, kick the person away with one kick and continue to look for the next target. There are so many people who come that she doesn't have time to think about it, so she has to use the killer.

In the end, I glanced at the red dot on the electronic watch, and I hadn't started to prepare for the bombing yet, and there was still time.

He took out the itching powder, flicked it lightly in their faces, and quickly stepped back, as if he had forgotten to bring the antidote. So she can't get a little bit of it, or she'll have to suffer the consequences.

As soon as those people got contaminated, they didn't care about holding weapons, and they directly began to desperately grab and catch. Rolling all over the ground, just looking for a little touch. But the more I scratched, the more itchy it became, and instead of laughing wildly, I kept scratching. The skin begins to fester, and the hemolysis overflows outward.

The blood stained a small piece of land red, and this small packet of itchy powder directly knocked down dozens of killers. Those people didn't dare to continue to step forward and wanted to retreat, but they continued to step forward under the pressure of the boss.

Another pack of sleeping powder was thrown over, and many killers fell directly, and hundreds of people fell at once.

Qianyin didn't use those things, but pumped them on those people one by one to vent the pent-up hatred in her heart. Her eyes began to slowly redden, and all the pain she had endured had to be paid back to these killers.

An Feng did not face the others directly, but with the cold-blooded. Cold Blood now has a knife in his hand. The old small dagger was confiscated and never used again.

The two of them have played dozens of moves against each other without distinguishing the winner or loser, and they look equally strong.

The boss is not in a hurry, and there are seven or eight hundred killers. Watching this scene calmly, smelling the surrounding blood, there was a happy smile on his face. The hatred in my heart began to slowly develop.

"Hurry up and kill me, I can't keep any of them today."

The boss roared, and the fighting spirit of the killers seemed to be burned, and they rushed forward desperately. The desperate look looked so ridiculous, but they were greeted by a blood-red sword.

One killer fell, and another came. The cycle goes on and on, people keep falling, and people keep coming forward. Mo Lan was not injured, but her body began to gradually tire out of this war, and she was a little powerless.

Every time the sword pierced into a person's body, and when she pulled it out again, she felt a little distressed. When I killed a few more people, I gradually began to become numb, looking at the corpses all over the ground and stepping on them, I didn't feel pleasure in my heart.

The sound of handstands banging hit the hearts of the three of them, this was the most spectacular and pathetic battlefield they had ever faced. Those who died deserve to die, but why don't they feel pleasure?

After a day and a night of fighting, Mo Lan and Qianyin couldn't stand it anymore, and finally stopped, sitting on the ground gasping for breath. Looking at the killers who were less than 200 left, a smile appeared on his face.

Great, victory is in sight.

An Feng and Cold Blood were still fighting, and the sound of swords colliding was particularly harsh. The throbbing from time to time attracted the attention of other killers who were also tired.

The boss also paid attention to the movements of these two people, the hatred in his eyes had not been released, and he never turned to look at Michelan behind him. Maybe he'll never see those worried eyes.

"How about you still have to fight" asked cold-blooded calmly, he could feel that An Feng had also reached his limit. One day and one night is not a long time, nor is it short, but it is really tiring.

"What do you say" An Feng said lightly, and the long sword pointed directly at the cold-blooded eyebrows.

Neither man had any intention of stopping, and the others did not start attacking again, and the battlefield on this side seemed to end so coldly. One person quietly watched the decisive battle between the two men.

Judging by their serious duel, no one released water.

The master's moves are all worth learning from them, so everyone takes it very seriously.

The corpses on the ground, the smell of blood in the air as if it had never existed. Everyone ignores these things, and they ignore the mines buried under their feet. Only one person was quietly watching the battle, with a cold smile on the corner of his mouth.