As long as the younger generation of warriors is killed, then their names will be remembered by their juniors.

Ninjas, black men, and the unknown handsome blonde guys, with confidence and yearning for fame, led their men to march towards the riverside square step by step.

Along the way, they could see the blades scattered on the ground, and they could also see the mutilated corpses of the warriors, but along the way were more of the decapitated ninjas.

The five white-clothed heavenly ninjas looked ugly and distressed, not to mention cultivating a ground ninja, even if it takes more than twenty years to cultivate a ninja, and it still needs to be a child with better qualifications, this battle, just this street has lost a day of ninja, two ground ninjas, several special upper ninjas, and countless black-clothed middle and lower ninjas.

distressed, these ninjas are the elites of various genres, but there is no way, in order to make the plan and make the warriors believe that they have a plan, they must send a batch of cannon fodder, so as to win the final victory.

The plan is calculated, the warrior can see through their intentions, can cooperate regardless of previous suspicions, and even disregard the battle of life and death, but can never avoid one point, that is, scum and traitors, not to mention the two ways of good and demon, there may be traitors hidden in small sects.

This is a problem that the warriors can't avoid, but it's their opportunity, if they don't let the warriors consume it in advance, they really don't have the confidence to destroy the warriors, even if this group of warriors is under the age of thirty......

This group of people want to kill the object, have gathered to the riverside square, although the young warriors have formed a group at the moment, the situation is not optimistic, not to mention the loss of three or four hundred people, at this moment most of the warriors on this square are injured, slight injuries not to mention, just apply some gold sore medicine, the more serious ones are already missing arms and legs, and even most of the body is burned, and some are covered with poisonous needles like black hedgehogs......

Wu Feng, who broke away from the realm of selflessness, stood at the edge of the square, looking around, there were not many intact warriors, only two or three hundred people, and these young masters, their internal strength has been seriously depleted, they can fight, but they are no longer at their peak, while the enemy's main force maintains complete combat strength.

Take a deep breath, it's very easy to leave at this moment, just jump off the river and leave.

However, if he didn't want to go, not only Wu Feng didn't want to, but also the martial artists who were healing and breathing in the square didn't want to go.

Walk? Why do you want to go, this is our homeland, although it has been destroyed beyond recognition by the end times, but, even if it is an inch of land, we will never let the enemy touch it.

"Friend, go on!"

Accidentally, a voice came from behind him, and when he turned his head, he saw that Zhenwu Kuailiang threw two porcelain bottles, took a look, a bottle of Zhenwu Dumen Huiqi Pill, and a bottle of Mujia Golden Sore Medicine, raised his head, and was just about to say thanks, but found that this Kuailiang had already walked to a demon sect disciple and helped the demon sect disciple to regulate his internal breath.

At this moment, there is no distinction between good and evil, no sect and family, and there is only the heart of co-condemning foreign enemies.

Wu Feng took a deep breath, applied the gold sore medicine to the wound on his left hand, threw the Hui Qi Pill into his mouth, sat cross-legged, recovered as soon as possible, and waited for the arrival of the foreign enemy.

"Ladies and gentlemen, this time the foreign enemy is prepared, although we have no seniors, but we will not retreat from the fight to the death......

Suddenly, a sharp-beaked monkey-cheeked warrior in the square said loudly, Wu Feng didn't care, but someone smiled coldly, "Nonsense." ”

"What did you say?!"

"If you're afraid of death, get out of here."

A small quarrel also affects the hearts of some people, yes, the main force of the foreign enemy is coming, I don't want to die, I can leave now, but I can't erase this face, now they not only represent themselves, but also represent the Shimen family behind them.

"I'm afraid of death, I'm afraid of death, grandpa won't come."

The quarrel continued, making some people upset and angry, and they wanted to slaughter them.

Gai Tian is one of them, at this moment, it is completely shaking morale and disturbing the hearts of ancient warriors who swear to resist foreign enemies, and Gai Tian even wonders if these people are the enemy's internal traitors.

It's just that Gai Tian didn't make a move, he looked at Wu Feng with his eyes, he could see that Wu Feng's strength was not high, and he could see the changes before and after Wu Feng.

Not only Gai Tian, Zhao Yun was also looking at Wu Feng who was regulating his internal breath, she had been in contact with Wu Feng for a longer time than Gai Tian, and she had seen more things than Gai Tian, but unfortunately, he was a demon martial artist, otherwise he would have become atmospheric in the future.

It's a pity that Zhao Yun is sorry for him, when his talent is displayed in front of everyone, the Zhao family can tolerate him, but they can't guarantee that all the righteous paths can let this person grow......

"Xiao Yun, don't get distracted, the enemy is coming!"

Just when Zhao Yun was secretly praying for Wu Feng, a handsome man behind him spoke faintly, Zhao Yun immediately got up with a gun, followed the man's gaze, and found that the enemy had appeared on the street next to the square.

At a cursory glance, there are twenty-seven masked Tiannin dressed in white, in addition to all kinds of cultivation powerhouses, some are wearing retro armor and holding stainless steel swords, some are bare-handed, very burly, and their skin is as delicate as if they have no pores, and some are as imposing as ordinary people, but they are extraordinary......

Enemy, here it is!

At the corners of each street, strong men of different skin colors appeared one after another, but, no matter where they came from, what secret arts they practiced, what weapons they held, and how they dressed, in the eyes of the ancient warriors, they were just enemies.

The warriors in the square stood up in unison, their blades shining in the blazing sun, as if they couldn't wait to drink the blood of the enemy according to the wishes of their masters.

Wu Feng held his breath and condensed, holding the jet-black Tang knife in his hand, and scanned the more and more enemies with cold eyes, are you afraid? Afraid, but there is no reason to back down.

Some of the warriors of all sects were shaking their hands, some were taking deep breaths, some were smiling subtly, and some were tying their wounds with their clothes and clenching their blades with their injured arms.

On the other hand, the group of people who gathered more and more, on their faces, there was only pride, only excitement, as if in the center of the square was not a group of warriors, but a group of sheep to be slaughtered, yes, if their number was comparable to that of warriors, even if they said that they were from all sides, even if they were all elites, they did not dare to treat the ancient warriors as sheep, the problem, their number was more than twice that of the warriors, and at this moment the warriors had not yet recovered their peak combat power.

In the sky, dark clouds drifted in, as if to envelop this group of warriors.

The river is rolling, the sound of "bang-la-la" water is reaching everyone's ears, and a group of foreign enemies want to let the blood of the warriors dye the river red, and the warriors are preparing, preparing to fight, preparing to die, and preparing to use ten or twenty years of skill to protect this river, this land......

"Boom!"

The sound of thunder seemed to be the sound of war drums, and both sides rushed towards each other in unison. The wind that picks up the sand and dust is about to sweep away life, and the raindrops are about to melt blood into the earth......