A chilling cold wind blew, and the overwhelming monsters once again tore through the layers of high walls behind them, and flew towards Chu Fei's drop of blood. They smell fresh, and in their eyes, it's simply the most delicious thing in the world, and they can pay for it with their lives.

Chu Fei pulled out his spear, which was extremely powerful, and when the monsters swarmed and fell towards him, he used the sharp blade of the spear to cut them in half along his waist, and the monsters with half of their bodies wailed in midair. Chu Fei's pupils were illuminated by the black blood falling from the sky, but he shot straight up with an expressionless face, ending their sinful lives with an incredible speed of shooting.

The sword qi from the tip of the spear echoed around him, forming a bright spear light and shadow - walking through the group of monsters, in the bloody battle, he was also constantly refining his fighting skills and will.

Once, he watched his disciples fight with colorful spiritual power on the battle platform, and also met all kinds of strong people performing various martial arts on the treacherous battlefield, and even stood behind the myth, witnessed the high god throne throwing Ganganir, and also personally ascended the body of the dragon god, smelting the sky with scorching flames.

In the past, the Tianque Sect Master was known as a martial arts wizard when he was a teenager, because he could easily learn the essence of it after watching people use the skills, so that he had future achievements and established a sect.

In the mind of the Tianque Sect Master, there are countless kinds of combat techniques and methods, such as the young man walking like a flying shadow in the lake in the heart of the moon, the sword by his side, the sword light like a stream;

Today, it was as if hundreds of figures appeared in front of Chu Fei's eyes at the same time, some were wielding swords, some were dancing swords, and some were holding big swords in their hands...... Without exception, they all performed their own stunts in front of Chu Fei's eyes, and their respective stunts showed their essence.

Finally on this day, Chu Fei really saw the understanding of the Tianque Sect Master of various martial arts in the past, and the ten thousand laws in the world were listed in front of it one by one, changing in countless ways, and this memory of the Tianque Sect Master could be regarded as a complete understanding of Chu Fei.

Chu Fei had to admire that the past Tianque Sect Master was really a martial arts wizard, if the original Tianque Sect Master was born 10,000 years ago when his spiritual power was abundant, he would definitely be able to become a figure like the tenth.

Thousands of lights suddenly appeared in Chu Fei's heart.

The ghost servants were still screaming in the cutting blade qi, and Chu Fei turned his head sideways to see the black blood falling from the blade drop by drop, and watched silently for a moment, his heart shook slightly, and he had some enlightenment.

He swung his spear and drew an arc, forming a self-created combat technique. The pitch-black arc of light waved into a circle and spread in all directions along the ground, and the ghost attendant who was touched by the pitch-black light at the front was torn into countless splinters to put it mildly.

With Chu Fei himself as the center, the magical and serene power was spreading, it was like a realm that could only be condensed by gods, swept out, and the monsters and ghost servants who were radiated by the realm showed some hesitation for the first time, and stood still for a while.

The monsters reacted again, and soon stepped on the dirt splattered with black blood again, and rushed towards Chu Fei one after another.

Chu Fei was expressionless and let go of his right palm holding the spear. The spear quickly rose into the sky in the field, and now Chu Fei's hands were empty of weapons, and the monsters rushed towards him with joy.

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Chu Fei's face did not change, as if he had foreseen everything that would happen afterward, and at the moment when the ghost servant invaded him, the spear that rose into the sky actually turned around on it, as if it had gathered enough strength to fold the spear and return.

The whole field suddenly turned into an impenetrable hot gold, but the spear fell from the sky, and even the shadow of the spear turned into an illusory gold - the spear quickly swelled nearly twenty times the length above the field, and before it could be nailed down, cracks had already appeared on the ground, and all the ghost servants knelt down, their faces painful, as if they had been under great pressure.

Chu Fei stood in place and didn't move, and the spear that he got out of his hand fell for the first time, and it turned into a giant spear that fell to the ground like King Kong, and the loud noise drowned out all the sounds, and all the ghost servants knelt in the huge sound and froze. It was a shocking blow, and the earth and stones watered by the black blood splattered up, and the demons were all swept up by the long shadows of the spears inserted into the ground, floating in the air, and shattered into splinters after a second.

Chu Fei waved his hand and held the spear hanging in the air again, but his domain did not subside, gradually expanding, the border was glowing with a faint gray light, he walked in the lair of the demons, and was fearless in the face of this feast of ghosts.

The demons seemed to be a little afraid, but they still attacked him without hesitation.

Chu Fei shot out the spear in the middle of the heart, and in the field, the spear flew into the air but bloomed into hundreds of illusory shadows, stabbing layer upon layer, whether it was from the front or the side, the black shadows that attacked Chu Fei were all shot in the head, and Chu Fei never took his eyes off it from beginning to end, just walking in the black blood like splashing ink.

He named this field "Instrument Soul", because after watching hundreds of weapons draw, fall, swing, slash, slash, split, and slash, he finally understood what the real sword technique, sword technique, weapon soul and combat skill soul were...... In his realm, any instrument, visible and invisible, will be endowed with a more powerful soul and power, and will be turned into a tool for his killing, which will be at his fingertips.

With Chu Fei's pace, the three golden pupils behind him were also thriving. As long as he kills more demons and gets more Supreme Blood, the repair system can use points to open the Divine Eye Pattern. Now the ordinary supreme peak demon, even the half-step supreme in his realm, also cracked like a chicken and a dog, producing about half a drop of supreme blood.

His field is too powerful. Thinking about it, the realm that only divine power can condense miraculously appeared on him. Miracles happen by no coincidence, and one miracle only combines another unexpected miracle.

Everywhere he went, the shadows of the spears swept like a wind, and the monsters and ghosts were exposed to the golden realm, like lambs to the slaughter, and they let out a deafening roar and collapsed like a tide. Many monsters fell in pools of black blood, their limbs broken, but their terrifying faces seemed to show a smile of relief, which looked very strange.

Chu Fei didn't know how long he could last, but now he could only fight. He is not a man who sits and waits for death.

At this moment, the other side of the ghost town is also very tragic.

"Are you alright?" The pigeon girl lowered her head and asked.

After the bitter battle, both of them were tired, facing the black sea, and the fat boy's artillery fire finally appeared in the fight, allowing the hordes of monsters to seize the opportunity to get in.

Some of the small and medium-sized monsters had bent toes and bounced so hard that they quickly approached them, and they jumped up and bit the fingers of the fat boy holding the gun.

Fat Boy was obviously frightened, although she had been through countless battlefields, she was still a flesh-and-blood woman at heart. She never said that she was a strong woman, she was just a little woman who loved to squat on the sofa lazily, eat potato chips and watch TV, and when she was a child, she would wake up after dark and cry and call her mother.

And that thing was extremely ugly and disgusting, full of scales and barbs, with tentacles on its pointed face like a reptile, and its fluffy cleft lips were still leaking sticky water, and the fat boy didn't know how many bacteria and microorganisms it had hidden in the dirt just by thinking about it, and she was afraid that she couldn't wash it clean even if she washed it a hundred times, and she wanted to die.

Pigeon girl quickly drew her sword beside the fat boy and cut the monster in her hand into two in an instant.

The fat boy suddenly came to his senses, and half of the monster's body was drenched in blood, and it was still sucking and biting on her hands, squirting cold slime.

She shuddered fiercely, quickly pulled out another gun, and blasted it indiscriminately against its head, and after watching it explode, she threw it out with great force, as if she didn't want to stick to this disgusting thing again for eight lifetimes.

"It's fine. The fat boy inhaled deeply, blood flowed from her monster-bitten left finger, and the pigeon girl watched her tear the cloth from the corner of her clothes and wrap it casually.

"Cheer up, I'll go back to the supermarket and buy you the best disinfectant and soap, so that you don't have ......any smell at all," said the pigeon girl.

"If you can get out. She added.

"Go on. The corners of the fat boy's eyes twitched, and he raised his two guns again to fire, and the bullets fell from the fan-shaped direction, and the ghost attendants who pounced exploded in front of their eyes.

Pigeon girl has a sword in both hands, she is like a warrior female warrior, the sword flow is fast and sensitive, and she can cut down more than a dozen monsters every second. In this melee, cold weapons may be more useful, they are more direct and violent.

An hour passed, and the pigeon girl and the fat boy passed through the alley, but they walked up another alleyway, and only one thing did not change, that is, the number of monsters on all sides.

The energy in Satan's eyes was finished, and there were no bullets, and the fat boy threw away the two guns, carrying a heavy bazooka on his shoulder, and his eyes were bloodshot.

The bazooka roared, and its muzzle was like an angry fire dragon, directly lighting up the entire dark night, and the rain of flames fell out, and the temperature of the air rose by dozens of degrees in an instant. The fire broke out, and hundreds of monsters were glowing with fireworks and wailing.

"Rush out. The pigeon girl took the fat boy's hand and roared, and they almost ran rampant in the flames with their backs to their backs, and the sound of drawing and drawing swords came and went, and the shadows of swords cut through the hot air.

A howling demon reached out from the fire and grabbed Pigeon's ankle, and Pigeon went down with a sword, cutting off her arm, and then kicked the stump into the flames.

The heavy bazooka bought the pigeon girl and the fat boy a moment of rest, and they sat breathlessly on the broken wall by the sea of fire, and the flames of the flames reflected the faces of the two men.

The pigeon girl twitched the corner of her eye, and turned her head to see that the fat boy was also looking at her.

"Are you alright?" asked the fat boy first.

"Are you alright, what about you?" asked the pigeon girl, looking at the fat boy.

The fat boy wrapped the strip of cloth in his hand, her blood mixed with the blood of the monster, and the strip of cloth had been soaked red and black: "I'm okay." ”

"Today is the worst day you'll ever see, and if you have a camera, I'd love to record it for you. The pigeon girl said, reaching out and wiping the fat boy's face.

The fat boy didn't say a word, and hung his hands to his sides.

They sat in the wind blowing from the fire, and the two of them looked at the sea of fire together, it was like a red lotus rising from the spiritual field, no creature of hell could escape the divine fire, but there were so many monsters that they got up from the fire one after another, and stepped on the charred bones of their companions. There was black oil flowing from the ground, which looked dirty and smooth.

The pigeon girl took the sword in her hand and stood up from the broken wall, and there was a rustling sound in the fire, and she saw the monster and the ghost servant faintly coming out of the fire.

The fat boy's right hand was injured and was being bandaged, and the pigeon girl glanced at her and said in a commanding tone, "You sit here and let me go." ”

After saying that, the pigeon girl bent her knees slightly, bowed like a female leopard that was gathering strength, her left hand was a knife, her right hand was a sword, she began to run wildly, rushed to the group of ghost servants, and drew a cross slash in the wind with her sword, and the blood fell and splashed her.

"Together. The fat boy said softly, appearing behind the pigeon girl, and the Satanic Eye in his hand was refilled with bullets.

"Good. The pigeon girl didn't say anything more. This is a perfect killing game, she has already figured it out, if she can't get out of here today, at least she will have to bring some ghost servants to accompany the funeral.

"Sixteen hours until dawn the next day. "Under normal circumstances, our physical strength is enough to last for ten hours, but if we face the attack of endless monsters, this time will have to be cut in half. ”

The pigeon girl smiled with difficulty, and her half-cut sword pierced the body of the ghost servant again, but she did not stop, and repeatedly swung her sword and sword, and the blood drifted into the sky and fell to the ground like a light rain, but the rain was black.

She didn't say a word to the fat boy, the fat boy seemed to only shoot with a gun, in her eyes, only the mechanical repeatedly pulled the trigger, shot, and shot again, and the monsters and ghost servants who rushed in front were hit by silver bullets, and exploded one blood flower after another in the air.

The pigeon girl seemed to be able to swing and slash and slash, swing and slash, and slash and slash, and no monster could stand in front of her, until the swords and swords became heavier and heavier in her hands, and her arms became weaker and weaker, and they felt like lead stones in her hands.

But she was still drawing her sword, and the light of her sword was blooming like an aurora, and the fat boy was shooting at the same time, sweat and blood soaking their hair and foreheads.

The pigeon girl's face turned pale, and her high-intensity concentration almost darkened her vision for a moment, but fortunately, the fat boy behind her stared at her back bone with his backbone.

Another hour passed. The fat boy spat out a mouthful of choking blood and muttered with difficulty.

"How long is it left?" said the pigeon girl inhaled deeply.

"Nine and a half hours until dawn. Fat Boy said.

But in this hour, the pigeon girl almost blurred her mind several times, and the use of cold weapons consumed her physical strength even more, she couldn't remember how many times she swung the knife, how many times she swung the sword, but her heart was getting colder and colder, and she couldn't hear the voices around her clearly.

She wanted to sit down and rest for a while, she felt as fragile as a fledgling now, but instinct or instinct had caused her to shine in the darkness once more.

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