"What are you guys doing, being chased around by a group of rookies!" In a cold alley, the night bowed and said to a circle of people around him.

"Anyway, I'm also the leader of the Demon Sect, your strength is not good!" The night is said again.

The rat shook his head helplessly, they were indeed seriously consumed, but the other party came up to bully them with more, which was really too torturous for them.

"Our spiritual power is limited, and we can't fight non-stop like you, not to mention, their strength is not bad." The structurist took a sip of water, which was supposed to replenish his energy.

The night shrugged, and in his opinion, the thousands of troops outside were like papier-mâché. So he didn't speak, just called the clown, and walked out of the alley into the city.

The storm is coming, and this is the current state of the city.

Perhaps it was the panic of the night and the others, and the whole city fell silent. The people you can see on the street are either homeless people or aspiring young people who are not afraid of death.

And God also seems to want to be a melon-eating masses, not only does not object, but also adds to the fire.

A cold breeze blew, rolling up the dense clouds over the fragile city. Wind and rain, it's really coming......

Further on, the number of soldiers gradually increased. Every squad of soldiers was ready to go. They were on patrol to prevent a sudden attack by the night and others.

"Let me think about it, just now the structural master said that the current apex of the martial arts is the Divine Sword Pavilion, the Secret Hidden Sect, the Immortal Palace, the Northern Wilderness and the Ten Thousand Sword Towers, right...... Well, the Secret Hidden Pavilion doesn't ask about the world, the Ten Thousand Sword Tower and the Divine Sword Pavilion don't deal with each other, and the Immortal Palace is strong and won't come. So the only decent people we have to deal with are the Divine Sword Pavilion and the Northern Wilderness, right? ”

Although it was a questioning tone, the night was not confused at all. He briefly analyzed the current situation and found ...... You and the clown can storm the past.

"Are you sure you want to hit it directly?" The Joker was ready, but he was frustrated by the Night's completely brainless strategy.

"Of course, we have four top-tier forces." As he spoke, the night glanced at the black cat on his shoulder and smiled.

Then, he rushed out. Neither the enemy's movements nor the number of the enemy were ascertained, let alone the location of the enemy's base camp.

Or to put it another way, he doesn't care......

No matter how many people you have, you can't beat me anyway. It doesn't matter where you are, as long as I'm here, you'll have to come to me sooner or later.

Dark night, with strong confidence in their own strength.

He is not the rookie in his forties now, with his current strength, the limit of the level on him is already very low. And the extreme improvement brought by the muscle explosion pulled in his strength and that of higher-level trialists.

It can be said that in this trial, as long as he doesn't want to lose at night, he can definitely stand to the end.

A team of elites, the number of seconds that fall to the ground definitely does not exceed their number. Defeat has never been something they should think about, how long to hold on.

He didn't use a knife when he shook his hand in the dark, and if he used a knife in the face of these enemies, he was afraid that he couldn't help but attack too hard.

"Here, here!" With the shouts of some witnesses, more and more soldiers began to pour into the street.

The clown sighed and rushed forward with a fist.

The night was also a lot of fun. It's been a long time since he'd tried this kind of hand-to-hand combat.

These days, improving hard power has become his principle. Although his level up is still slow, he will work hard to use muscle blasts every time he enters the trial, a skill that can always improve him.

Now, of course, the same.

"Damn! Miscalculated! As soon as the night slapped his head, someone around him instantly seized this vacancy and rushed up to give him a spear. But the night only tilted his head slightly, and as he dodged the blow, he turned around and kicked the sneak attacker out.

"You should let the wish change the muscle explosion from an active skill directly to a passive skill, so wouldn't you be able to keep farming power? How stupid! ”

The mood of the night began to grow irritable as he discovered the mistake, and the intuitive result was that the soldiers around him began to fall faster and faster.

"It's a monster!" A recruit shouted loudly. He is influenced by the clown and has fallen into an abyss called "madness".

He began to throw down the spear in a hurry, but in an instant he picked it up again and began to sweep around irregularly. Naturally, the clown would not be swept away by him, but the soldiers around him suffered.

Someone keeps falling, someone keeps adding in. The only thing that remains unchanged is the two guys who are surrounded by them.

No one could break through their defenses. Although they only had two pairs of fists and only two pairs of feet, their attacks covered everything in front of them.

The enemy is not a fool, and if his own soldiers can't beat him, how can he continue to suffer casualties?

As a result, the martial arts people of the Divine Sword Pavilion finally began to attack in a big way.

Unlike those soldiers, their fluttering white clothes dictate the way they appear in style.

Light skill is one of the necessary skills of every disciple of the Divine Sword Pavilion. Therefore, countless handsome men and beautiful women stepped on the shoulders and heads of those iron-blooded strong men, and flew close to the night and the clown.

Their companion died at the hands of these two people just now, and although they may not have affection for each other, it at least gave them an opportunity to kill.

"Rush! Avenge our friends! A white-clad swordsman locked in the center said.

The sword in his hand was not ordinary at first glance, and even in such a gloomy environment, it shone sharply.

It's a pity that the people of the Divine Sword Pavilion are destined to think a little wrong. They did come in a dashing manner, but the gesture of leaving was unusually ugly.

The night didn't even pull out the sword, but just used the tentacles of the night to give himself a few more fists, and those swordsmen who were full of sword qi and only had a fancy shelf flew back to their own camp.

However, the tough guys would not lift them up, and those who fell were trampled on the soles of their feet, rubbing against the gravel on the ground.

Excalibur Pavilion retreated faster than those soldiers.

Even if it was the disciples of the Outer Pavilion who died, they couldn't bear such a big loss.

"Huh? These swordsmen seem to be much weaker than the group chasing them! "The Joker personally participated in that battle and naturally knew the difference in strength between the two.

The night didn't make a stubble, but he knew that these were just cannon fodder, and the really powerful opponents were still to come.

Sure enough, within a minute, the soldiers began to retreat. Among the corpses left everywhere, there were hardly any of them killed by night and clowns.

But being defeated is equivalent to death on such a battlefield where there are few people but are extremely crowded.

"Alas, it is everyone's responsibility to prevent stampede accidents!" The night sighed.