Flat top.

The eyes of the Chinese people in the central area suddenly burned with endless fighting spirit.

After reading the history books, they will all be resentful of the grievances of the people at that time, because if it were not for the grievances of those people at that time, how could it lead to the humiliation of China for 200 years?

But if today's history is history.

Can they do better than those whom they hated in the history books?

No one will admit that they can't!

Everyone gritted their teeth and looked at the strangers around them.

More than 90 people were in high spirits, and the ethereal momentum had a faint tendency to condense into entities.

And all of this is just a matter of five seconds.

Facing the side with the most people, Zhou Buzhou clenched the blade in his hand.

There was a flash of madness in his eyes.

At this moment, surrounded by nearly 700 people from thirteen sides, the best choice should be to choose the weakest side among them to break through!

But although the word breakthrough sounds good, it is actually cowardice, but it is too much to run away.

With a strategic retreat is a meaning.

I don't want to quit!

He even vaguely felt that as long as he really avoided the edge this time, perhaps, the extreme will that he had only comprehended for a short time would completely dissipate.

With this worry, he quickly asked silently in his heart.

"If I choose to break through at this moment and avoid being surrounded and suppressed, will the will of the extreme way disappear?"

A number quickly condensed in front of the right eye.

100%。

The vague instinct was right.

So the will of the Extreme Dao...... Is it because I need to be in a desperate situation to be strengthened?

100%。

Zhou Buzhou paused slightly.

Is this the principle of the Extreme Way Will?

Zhou Buzhou raised his head, his face full of determination.

Case!

Then there is no advance or retreat!

Zhou Buzhou roared: "If you don't break through, you will form a formation in place to defend, and everyone will fight back to back, fighting to the death!" ”

"Fight to the death!"

"Fight to the death!"

The crowd shouted.

Yang Zimei was full of strange faces after roaring.

Isn't this waiting to be beaten?

How did it become a battle to the death?

Yang Zimei wondered.

I don't know why, after Lao Zhou's mouth changed the word.

The meaning is still the same meaning, but why does it make people feel that they are not beaten up, they are not wronged, but they are quite enthusiastic?

Fight to the death?

Just changing the word makes people become enthusiastic about what they were going to be helpless about?

It's amazing!

Culture, indeed, is a good thing!

Yang Zimei deeply felt that it must be the reason why Zhou Buzhou Zheng'er went to college to be so educated.

After all, except for Zhou Buzhou, few people from the Sanbu base joined the Sanbu base after graduating from college, and the people in the Sanbu base were generally admitted to the Sanbu base between the ages of sixteen and twenty.

As for the sectarian world, people don't even go to college, and some don't even go to elementary school or even kindergarten.

You have to make up for the culture when you go back!

In the future, I want to be a cultural person!

Yang Zimei, who thought she had caught her pulse, secretly made up her mind in her heart.

……

The battle is on the verge of breaking out.

The thirteen forces, people of all kinds of hair colors and skin tones rushed up.

Zhou Buzhou swung his sword with all his might, stabbing out one sword after another.

Slowly, he discovered that if the two armies really faced each other, whether it was an army of ordinary people or an army composed of cultivators.

None of them are individuals of the same life level who can shake an army!

At least, even he can't withstand the onslaught of countless attacks.

Zhou Buzhou stabbed out a sword again, and then roared angrily: "Those with short weapons step forward, those with long weapons step back, the front short soldiers are connected, and the long weapons in the rear find an opportunity to sneak attack!" ”

This is a battlefield, not a ring!

Soldiers don't get tired of cheating!

There's no need to play fair!

What's more, they are the ones who bear the injustice!

Hearing this, Yang Zimei hurriedly retreated with a spear, and Li Xuelong and Ming Yayin rushed forward with swords.

The same goes for others.

In an instant, the formation change was over.

Enemies rushed in their faces, one after another.

All of them are quasi-first-order cultivators.

All of them are cultivators with the power of one punch and more than three thousand catties.

If one of their swords and swords falls on ordinary people, it will be the result of two swords in an instant.

Even if it falls on a cultivator of the same level, it is an absolute fatal injury.

Zhou Buzhou stabbed out sword after sword.

In this process, in just three minutes, more than a dozen people on the Huaxia side were dragged out of the flat top by the spiritual power of the Half-Race Venerable.

In the words of the other thirteen parties, Zhou Buzhou knocked three people away, and Li Changfeng shot three people away......

Coupled with other places that Zhou Buzhou couldn't see, there should be more than ten or twenty people from the other thirteen parties who were thrown out of the flat top.

Zhou Buzhou stabbed out a sword again and looked straight at Ah San Shengzi who was hiding in the crowd.

He turned around and roared: "The others are guarding here, Li Changfeng, Master Chen, you two come with me!" ”

Li Changfeng nodded slightly, and his fist with a faint flame quickly blasted a person away, and then quickly converged towards Zhou Buzhou.

The Xuanwu phantom on Master Chen's body opened to block the incoming attack, and then a palm poked out, flipping between, four or two thousand catties!

The people who attacked Master Chen and me were easily picked up and flew out by Master Chen and me.

Master Chen, I also quickly gathered over.

Zhou Buzhou drew his sword.

Above the long sword, what is entangled is not the rudimentary form of sword intent, but the will of the extreme way.

The rudimentary form of sword intent is no longer of much significance in this battle.

The fifth-order spiritual power of the Half-Blood Venerable enveloped everyone, and the god-slaying function of the rudimentary sword intent was directly abolished.

Zhou Buzhou even suspected that this so-called spiritual power guard, preventing any of them from being killed by mistake, was actually just an excuse.

An excuse to completely limit the rudiments of his sword intent!

But what if the rudiments of sword intent are useless?!

Zhou Buzhou rushed out with a sword, and his extremely subtle swordsmanship was displayed, and he could always stab the enemy's fatal place in a surprise position.

Then the vast spiritual power flashed out, dragging the person who was stabbed by Zhou Buzhou and flying down to the flat top.

The road ahead is blazing.

Zhou Buzhou took the lead, and Li Changfeng and Chen Shi quickly followed.

The strongest three people in Huaxia rushed straight into the hundreds of people in front of them.

Sprinting all the way, Zhou Buzhou roared all the way: "Master Chen, I, you will use your Xuanwu Phantom to defend and defend the missed attack for me and Li Changfeng!" ”

"Li Changfeng, you are responsible for breaking the entanglement of the people around you, and I am responsible for opening the way forward!"

"Let's hunt down those who hold the top chance!"

"Good!"

"Good!"

Master Chen, Li Changfeng and I nodded at the same time.

To be honest, the two of them don't look down on those ordinary chances.

But when they were besieged and beaten in place, or took the initiative to fight to the death, none of the other thirteen forces were the top opportunity holders.