I have to say that Zhao Wushuang has not been in vain in the Soldiers and Horses Division of Sangzi City for more than 20 years, and at the moment when the battle began, this veteran did not climb the White Bone Tower to fight with others, but walked under the White Bone Tower with a knife, silently observing the changes on the battlefield.

"Gotta stay out of here."

Zhao Wushuang raised his knife and avoided a position very vigilantly, on which was the old man with a flying sword hidden in his sleeve, and his intuition told Zhao Wushuang that this old man was very dangerous.

Zhao Wushuang bowed, trying to minimize the probability of being noticed, and slowly stepped back, away from the old man. Immediately after, Zhao Wushuang avoided a few more positions, and the people standing on it were not as good as the old ones, but they were all strong people on the White Bone Tower.

Around the circle, Zhao Wushuang raised the knife, licked his mouth, and climbed the white bone tower, outside the white bone tower is one after another white bone giants, inlaid on the tower body, all are kneeling and worshipping state, holding the palms above, giving birth to a large piece of bone structure, when the palms are closed, it is a platform for people to fight.

Countless platforms are scattered all the way to the highest point of the Bone Tower. The first moment Zao Woushuang stepped onto the platform, he was attacked.

"Whew!" An arrow broke through the air, and judging from the top of the arrow, the cultivation of the master who shot this arrow was not strong, only the cultivation of the initial realm, probably the same as Zhao Wushuang who had not broken through.

And after taking the Moyu Shenggu Pill, Zhao Wushuang, whether it is cultivation or combat experience, is above this person, as long as Zhao Wushuang can get close to the owner of this arrow, then this person will be killed by Zhao Wushuang in less than three breaths.

And the owner of the arrow also kept an eye on it, and after a blow, he retreated one after another, wanting to use the advantage of the weapon to inflict damage on Zhao Wushuang.

There was a "ding dong" sound, only to see sparks flying, Zhao Wushuang held the knife and pushed away the arrow, the trajectory of the arrow deviated, crashed into the white bone tower, and then shattered, falling to the ground at Zhao Wushuang's feet, like ice crystals.

Zhao Wushuang relied on the advantage of cultivation to quickly approach the man with the bow, the arm holding the knife was closed behind his head, and the qi burst out to lock the man with the bow, intending to cut off his head with a single sword.

Zhao Wushuang's eyebrows hurt slightly, and the man with the bow aimed the arrow at Zhao Wushuang's eyebrows, and there was no fear on his face, some of them were crazy about to kill Zhao Wushuang.

Why is this so?

It was clear that Zhao Wushuang's knife would fall first, cutting off the head of the bow-bearer.

When the time comes, how will he shoot this arrow?

"Huh?!"

Zhao Wushuang exhaled slightly, narrowed his eyes, and slightly changed the trajectory of the slash.

At this moment, in the surprised eyes of the man with the bow, Zhao Wushuang let go of his palm, and the steel knife of the Terracotta Division came out of his hand and went straight to the door of the man with the bow.

The cold tip of the sword quickly grew larger in the eyes of the man with the bow, and at the last moment of approaching the head, it turned around its ear, cut off three strands of hair, and a trace of cold sweat unconsciously flowed from the forehead of the man with the bow.

Zao Wou-shuang's knife spun and fell into the shadow behind the man with the bow, and within the shadow, something seemed to squirm, and the moment it jumped out, it collided with Zao Wou-shuang's steel knife.

"Ahh With a terrible sound, a head fell to the ground, and within the shadow of the bearer of the bow, a person was hidden, and the knife thrown by Zhao Wushuang cut off the person's head.

The person hiding in the shadows is the strength of this bow-bearer, and on this white bone tower that is destined to live only one person, I don't know how these two people came to an agreement. Perhaps for people like them, only by cooperating can there be a glimmer of possibility to reach the top.

But at this moment, Zao Wushuang killed the collaborator of the man with the bow.

"Bang." The sound of the bowstring loosening.

After losing the knife, Zhao Wushuang easily avoided this arrow, and the bow bearer, who had no chance of sneak attack, had lost all possibilities of success, and Zhao Wushuang dropped with a fist, without reservation, and directly killed the bow bearer.

From beginning to end, the bow-bearer couldn't figure out why Zao Woushuang would find out who was behind him.

The two corpses lay at Zhao Wushuang's feet, and Zhao Wushuang didn't have much joy, because he found that on this white bone tower, many monks chose to cooperate under the pressure of those strong men.

This means that Zao Wou-shuang's road to the top is even more difficult.

"Is it difficult to turn back when you open a bow?" Zhao Wushuang asked himself, wiping the blood marks on the blade with his hand, Datang's standard weapons were not as good as those weapons that had been tempered for thousands of years.

"For more than 20 years, along the way, many brothers have died, and it is worth it for me to live for so long!"

Zhao Wushuang strengthened the belief in his heart, and the killing awakened some memories that belonged to him in this veteran, Zhao Wushuang withstood the pressure, raised his knife and strode higher.

There is an aura of seeing death as if it were home.

At Zhao Wushuang's feet, the two corpses that were killed by Zhao Wushuang began to squirm with their mouths and noses.

With a "poof" sound, as if breaking through a certain barrier, streams of qi and blood came out from within the seven orifices of the two corpses, like wisps of blood-colored smoke, slowly entering the tower wall of the White Bone Tower.

The qi and blood of the two corpses were drained in an instant, the skin lost its luster, slowly dried up, and became a withered yellow color, the flesh and blood were like rotten wood, and slowly began to collapse from the inside, the white bone giant's palms began to tilt, and the withered corpse slid down, and was finally swallowed by the giant embedded in the white bone tower, and there was no trace of it.

Compared to Zhao Wushuang, the strongest person on the White Bone Tower, the old man, seemed much more calm, and even had some meaning of leisurely walking, not only was he the highest cultivator here, he had the cultivation of the Three Realms, and he also had a flying sword in his hand.

The flying sword was like a spiritual snake, drawing one black trajectory after another in the air, crisscrossing and crisscrossing, and corpses fell around it, and no one could stop its forward steps.

I walked all the way up to the top of the White Bone Tower.

"Can't let him climb any higher!" Below the old man, on a platform, a big man shouted, he was one of the few monks on the white bone tower second only to the old man.

"Huh?!" The old man glanced down, and with a grip of his palm, the flying sword went straight to the big man's throat.

"Hahahaha, I admit that you are indeed very strong, but if you want to kill me with just one flying sword, you will look down on me too much!"

The flying sword came to kill him, and a war hammer in the big man's hand bombarded the black flying sword with extremely strong force, blocking it.

"Do you just see him rise to the top? Why don't we join forces, kill him first, and then fight for the first! The big man roared around.

No one responded, but four black shadows jumped out from the White Bone Tower, jumped in front of the old man, and stopped the old man, all of whom were monks who cultivated like the Great Han.

"Hahaha! Wang thanked all the Taoist friends! The big man laughed, jumped onto the platform where the old man was, and his breath exploded, and the cultivation of the big man was also the three realms.

With a wave of the war hammer, led by the big man, the five of them forced the old man together.