At night, it was dark.

Wu Mian was lying on the bed, only to feel a feeling of discomfort on his body.

As a person who has always liked cleanliness, he has to take a shower almost a day, and sometimes even needs to take two baths, mainly because when he practices, he sweats a lot, and if he doesn't take a bath, his body will be full of sweat.

But in the past few days, the water and electricity have been cut off, even if he can enjoy certain discounts as a martial artist, he can only wipe his body with water every day, which makes Wu Mian only feel uncomfortable on his body.

Just as Wu Mian was tossing and turning, he heard a sound at the gate.

"The enemy is attacking, and the warriors in the community hurry up to support. ”?? A terrifying roar, like a thunderbolt, echoed directly in the sky above the Longmen Community.

It seems that he should be a great martial artist, otherwise he would not be able to make such a voice.

Wu Mian picked up the long sword placed next to the bed for the first time, and the figure rushed to the window, only to see the firelight flickering at the entrance of the community, although the townhouse was some distance from the gate, but with Wu Mian's sensory perception, he could still hear the sound of fighting.

"Doesn't seem to be a barbarian!?"

Wu Mian was surprised in his heart, and left the room, only to see Zhang Tong holding the eldest brother and about to go upstairs to inform Wu Mian.

"You take my parents to the practice room, and I'll go over and have a look. ”

Right in the villa, the practice room is the most protective and sometimes even acts as a temporary shelter. Zhang Tong nodded again and again, and hurriedly knocked on the door of Wu Mian's parents......

As a liaison, she lives downstairs, while Wu Mian and her parents live upstairs.

Wu Mian left the villa and rushed to the door with his long sword in hand.

When I rushed to the door, I saw that the two sides had already had a scuffle, and a team of people and horses were fighting on the street and were rushing towards the Longmen community.

The people who attacked the gate of the community this time were not barbarians, but fellow humans, and there were many warriors among them.

"Cultist ......"

Wu Mian immediately guessed their identities, and his eyes were red.

Unexpectedly, the matter of the barbarians has not been resolved, and the cultists have come up again.

For these back-plate humans, slaughtering compatriots, Wu Mian has a deep hatred, and in a flash of spirit, a task of killing all the cultists is immediately imprinted on the skill card.

In an instant, Wu Mian had a certain sense of the location of the cultist in the dark.

Most of the troops stationed on the streets are mainly warriors, who are usually engaged in all walks of life, and only in this special situation will they be temporarily recruited.

In contrast, the cultists are mainly martial artists, and the number of martial artists is as many as a dozen, and the rest are mostly middle and high-level martial artists, and their number is relatively large.

With the rampage of the cult warriors, and the fact that all kinds of guns are now unusable, the human army cannot resist the rush of these people at all, and in just a few rounds, they have been scattered by the impact and retreated.

"Wu Mian ......"?? A voice stopped Wu Mian.

Wu Mian turned his head to look at it, and called himself a prime man in uniform.

Wu Mian glanced at him a few times and recognized it, the other party was an officer stationed in the Longmen community, his name was unknown, but he should be a captain based on his rank.

"It's reflective clothing, hurry up and put it on. ”?? Wu Mian no longer needed a reflective suit, and under the guidance of the skill card, he knew how to distinguish a cultist, but in order to prevent being accidentally injured by his companions, he still put on the reflective suit.

As soon as he put it on, Wu Mian rushed straight into the battlefield, and saw several warriors in reflective costumes from a distance, besieging a cult warrior.

The swordsmanship of the three martial artists has already been introduced, and one of them belongs to a high-level martial artist, and the three of them also use him as the main attacker.

It's just that compared to the cult warriors, it's still a little inadequate.

The cult martial artist stepped out directly, and his figure pounced like a sharp arrow, directly in front of the middle and high-level martial artists.

As soon as the warrior's feet sank, he was about to use the thorn rain, but at this time, the warrior had already stabbed out first.

Compared to the middle and high-level martial artists, the speed of the cult martial artists has reached 200+.

With a sword down, the senior martial artist was directly suppressed, and when he stood still, a large hole had already appeared in his chest, blood gushed like a spring, and the figure of the senior martial artist shook for a moment, and then fell to the sky.

After eliminating one person, the other two assisting warriors were suddenly frightened and retreated.

However, the cult warrior was not ready to let anyone go, his figure turned around, like a mist like a phantom, and in the blink of an eye, he cut a sword between the thighs of a person, and the warrior immediately fell to the ground and wailed, blood gushing like a fountain.

"Stop!"

Wu Mian let out a loud shout, and the long sword in his palm was already clenched in his hand.

The cult warrior naturally ignored the other party, took a step forward under his feet, rushed directly in front of the martial disciple, and cut the throat of another martial artist with a sword.

The warrior fell to the ground, his eyes darkened, and the blood spread into a pool.

"Die!"

During this period of time, Wu Mian has experienced life and death battles, but just watching a teammate die in front of him still makes Wu Mian angry, and suddenly exerts force under his feet, and his figure rushes towards the cult warrior.

The cult warrior turned around, with a sneer and disdain on his face, as if he was deliberately provoking Wu Mian.

In fact, the moon step had already risen under his feet, and the Piercing Rain Sword in his hand was ready to attack, as long as Wu Mian approached, he would directly give him a piercing rain.

But at this moment, Wu Mian's figure flashed, and the figure that was originally more than ten meters away instantly crossed the space, directly drawing an arc and going around to the left side of the cult.

The cult warrior's face changed, and he was about to move his steps as soon as possible, only to see a cold light flashing, a cold chill on his neck, and a large cloud of liquid flowing onto his clothes.

"Even if you're such a piece of trash, you dare to pretend to be here with me!"

Wu Mian smiled angrily, and without waiting for the other party to answer, he raised his hand and poured a sword into his left eye, straight into the opponent's left brain, and threw the corpse of the cult warrior five or six meters away, and when he landed, it had already turned into experience, lighting up the four corner runes.

As Wu Mian's strength became higher and higher, Wu Mian found that he had less and less soul power experience gained by killing people and doing tasks.

But at this time, Wu Mian didn't bother to think about these anymore, looking at the cult warriors who wantonly slaughtered the soldiers, Wu Mian's killing intent rose in his heart.

Kill!

Wu Mian let out a low cry in his mouth, and his figure carried a violent wind, bursting and rushing towards the cult martial arts.

One of the cultists heard a violent whistling sound behind him, and instinctively turned his head, only to see an afterimage suddenly appear in front of him in front of him.

The cultists felt a fierce wind howling towards them, causing their hair to fly wantonly and their faces to tremble.

Wu Mian stabbed out with a sword and slammed into the chest of the cultist, and the cultist was immediately knocked into the air and flew upside down several meters as if he had been shelled, and landed heavily on the ground, a bloody hole appeared in his chest, and there was no sound again.

Then, Wu Mian took a step to the left, and his figure easily stepped out of the distance of four or five meters, directly behind a cultist.

The cultist was engaged in a fierce battle with the soldiers, and he did not even notice the death behind him.

Wu Mian was not polite, and directly poured a sword into the back of his head.

When the long sword was drawn, Wu Mian did not pause at his feet, strode forward, and directly threw himself into the road with a sword master.

A cultist was about to charge forward, but before he could react, the two figures staggered, and the long sword in Wu Mian's hand slashed straight at the opponent's neck.

The cultist's figure froze, and he couldn't help but take two steps forward under his feet, and then fell straight to the ground......

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