The gray-eyed man who attacked the twelfth floor had an internal strength that was already significantly higher than that of the monsters in the White Emperor City.

Shaking off the dead slime, Chang An flipped the man's body.

As he expected, when he took off his robe outside, the person was dressed as a laborer in the Five Cities District!

"Resurrect the soul by borrowing the corpse!"

Chang An's eyes stared at the stiff body, his face was full of disbelief, this was simply a means to reverse life and death, and now it appeared alive in front of his eyes.

Another hour later, Chang An came to the area of the sheep tower.

At the height of the sheep tower, a man was tall and strong, like a cannonball, and rushed directly to Chang'an, who was hurrying.

Chang An was sweating profusely, constantly panting, fighting continuously, and rushing non-stop for two hours, fatigue is a normal thing.

But his gaze was still cold, and the wall of internal strength steadily blocked the rushing punches.

"I'm sorry, I don't have time to spend with you."

Chang An's indifferent voice echoed in the ears of the strong man.

The long sword shone with a cold glow, and an extremely fine sword qi slashed out from the sword body.

The sword qi was so thin that it was almost impossible to distinguish, like a piece of almost transparent paper, gently passing through the wall of the strong man's body protection qi, and then, through his body, it stretched out into the distance.

After a few breaths, everything seemed to stagnate, and after a few breaths, an extremely neat and fine incision appeared on the man's internal strength wall and waist at the same time.

The man starts at the waist, dislocated up and down, and neatly separated.

"Sword move, cut the moon."

Chang An picked out a cloud of black slime with a sword.

Then he kicked the man away and continued on his way.

Another hour later.

Outside the monkey building, Chang An's two fingers shattered the limbs of the gray-eyed man, picked out the black slime, and hurried again.

The fourth hour.

In the chicken building, the cyan sword light flickered, and another gray-eyed man was cut into countless pieces by Chang An.

At the fifth hour, it was late at night.

Chang An's face was pale, his clothes were soaked with sweat, and he finally rushed outside the dog building.

But at this time, there was no one outside the dog building except for the corpses everywhere.

Chang Andong felt strange, but he didn't care about it so much, and rushed straight into the dog building.

There were almost no corpses in the dog building, and all the way to the top of the building, Chang An saw no more than five corpses.

But until the roof.

"Squeak!"

He pushed open the door to the top floor, and the air was dead, and several clouds of black slime were scurrying around the room.

On the ground, several corpses lay on the ground, almost everyone had been pierced through the chest by a sword.

When those black slimes saw the living people intruding, they rushed towards Chang'an.

Chang An's eyes lit up, and the long sword was unsheathed.

The black slime detached from the body, and they were extremely afraid of the sword god's sword, and they avoided it one after another.

Chang An didn't allow them to escape, and the sword light flickered, smashing all the slime.

Subsequently, Chang An checked the top floor, and indeed did not see any trace of Chu Guanyu, he counted those corpses again, and found that the number of corpses coincided with the black slime, five corpses, corresponding to five clumps of slime.

"It seems that there is a master who has killed these gray-eyed people, but there is no means to kill these slimes, so I have to leave."

Chang An analyzed.

However, since there is no trace of Chuguanyu here, the greatest possibility is that he was rescued by that master.

Chang An sat down and breathed for half an hour, and his body recovered to its peak.

It was the middle of the night, and he opened his eyes and looked at the five corpses.

The five of them fell in a straight line, and surprisingly, the wounds on their bodies were almost in a straight line.

The wound is a sword wound, just like killing five people with a sword, the sword moves are fast and accurate, and it is difficult to find such a master in the world.

In Chang An's impression, the people who have this swordsmanship in the world, apart from him and Mobei, I am afraid that there are only Chu Yuchao and the owner of the building who has never met.

But it is unlikely that Chu Yuchao and the owner of the building will be able to do anything, the former's light skills are really average, killing five masters of the same level with one sword in an instant, and leaving without leaving a trace, it is not Chu Yuchao's style.

And if the latter hadn't died, these gray-eyed people would probably be his masterpieces, how could he have killed his own people.

"What a delicate sword."

Even Chang An couldn't help but admire.

"Wow!"

The sword flashed, and the clothes of the five corpses were cut open, revealing five vests that were almost identical.

"Sure enough."

Chang An broke out of the window and disappeared into the night.

High up, a white shadow appeared silently, standing in the shadows, looking at Chang An's departing back, flashed, and left in the opposite direction.

Five hours later, it was the next morning.

Chang An appeared in the jurisdiction of the Snake Tower.

In fact, there was one thing that was very unexpected by Chang An, those gray-eyed people attacked the twelfth floor and killed the twelfth floor all over the field.

But the people in Youzhou City seemed to be safe and sound, and no one was harmed.

This series of attacks seems to have been directed only at the twelfth floor.

The Snake Building area is a little southerly and is an abandoned street.

In the already desolate city of Youzhou, the abandoned streets are even more uninhabited.

The reason why Chang'an came here is because there is a righteous village here.

The door of Yizhuang is open, but in fact, there is no door for a long time.

The messy accumulation of white bones in it is not so much a righteous village as a mass grave.

The corpses that had been dead for an unknown period of time were thrown into it casually, and after a long time, the white bones had been piled up into a small slope.

Chang An rummaged for a long time, but there were only weathered white bones here, and there were no new corpses at all.

A few days ago, the corpses of the dead laborers in the Chidi City District had quietly disappeared.

But he didn't just come here for the laborers, rather, he came here to examine the bones.

"Wow!"

The long sleeves agitated, and the internal force blew a gust of wind.

Suddenly, the white bones of the mountains trembled with the wind.

Chang An pushed out with a fierce palm.

"Boom!"

The pile of white bones exploded, and countless white bones collapsed into the air.

Chang An's eyes were like torches, and with extremely fast eyes, he carefully observed those dry bones.

After a moment, he waved his hand again, and the side house of the courtyard, the half-open dilapidated wooden door, was blasted open by internal forces.

There was nothing inside.

Then, the dry bones in mid-air were all smashed into the empty side room by Chang An.

Then, repeating his old trick, he blew up several more dry bones, observed them, and then beat them into the side room.

The cycle went on and on, and it took him three full hours to check all the white bones in the entire Yizhuang.

Chang An rubbed his eyes tiredly, exhaled two mouthfuls of turbid air, and turned to leave.

As soon as he stepped out of Yizhuang, there was a "cooing" sound in the sky.

His gaze shifted, and in the northwest of the horizon, a white carrier pigeon appeared.

After a while, the carrier pigeon landed on his shoulder.

Chang An opened the letter paper and saw that the handwriting on the letter paper was very beautiful, and it read:

The remaining attackers have been wiped out, and the chief butler and Chen Buyi are alive.

Chang An crumpled the letter paper in his hand, shook his head and smiled

"These two are really fateful."

Half an hour later, Chang An appeared in Uncle Zhang's noodle shop again.

"Yo, the young man is here again."

Chang An smiled slightly

"No, I'm worried about your face."

Uncle Zhang sniffed lightly and frowned

"Where's the smell?"

He looked for the smell, smelled Chang An, and then pinched his nose

"Young man, it's been a long time since I've taken a bath, and my sloppy old man can't stand your smell."

Chang An smiled bitterly and sniffed his body, mixed with the smell of sweat, corpse, and blood, and even he couldn't stand it.

"Alas, there is no way, born to work hard."

Chang An sat in his old seat and sighed.

Uncle Zhang gave him a blank look

"You young man is so dishonest, how can it be a hard life if you dress so generously."

Chang An looked at himself

"Rolling in the pile of dead people every day is not a life of labor?"

Uncle Zhang turned his back to Chang An, heard the words, turned around and smiled

"It's no wonder that everyone else, it's all you young people, and you're restless."

Chang An was silent for a moment and said

"If a young man is at peace, he will not be called a young man."

"A lot of people died in the city yesterday."

Uncle Zhang suddenly took a mouthful.

With such a big movement, it is naturally impossible to hide it from the residents of the city.

"yes, a lot of people died."

"Well, are you alright?"

Uncle Zhang looked at Chang An.

Hearing this, Chang An stood up, turned around with open hands, and said with a smile

"It looks like it's fine."

Uncle Zhang sighed

"Those big people fight every day, and I don't know why."

Chang An sat down again, tapping his two fingers rhythmically on the table, and said coldly

"Uncle Zhang, have you seen the owner of the building on the twelfth floor?"

Uncle Zhang's busy back suddenly froze, and then smiled

"How could I have met the owner of the building."

"Oh yes, but isn't the owner of the building dead?"

Chang An's head is bowed

"Yes, it's a miserable death, and now the twelfth floor has suffered heavy casualties, I'm afraid it's going to collapse."

The smell of noodles came, and Uncle Zhang served fragrant noodles.

"It's still delicious."

Chang An smelled the incense, saliva flowed out, and after a night of fighting, he was too hungry.

After eating, Chang An patted his stomach with satisfaction, threw down a tael of silver, and left.

The street where the noodle shop is located is only three streets away from the compound, and Chang'an walked and strolled, and with a stick of incense, he also walked not far from the compound.

I saw that the door of the compound was still open.

Chang An was a little strange and muttered to himself

"Are they out shopping?"

But the closer he walked, the more Chang An felt that the atmosphere was a little strange.

With a bad premonition in his heart, Chang An quickened his pace.

"Bloody gas!"

Chang An's eyes narrowed slightly, and he smelled a bloody breath floating over from the compound.

"Wow!"

He no longer walked slowly, but directly rolled and jumped, performed light skills, and rushed to the gate.

In front of the door, two people lay quietly on the ground.

Zhou Zi was lying in a pool of blood, and a sword wound on his back pierced his chest.

On the other side, Wan Chaoyang was holding a broken sword in his hand, covered in scars.

"Brother Zhou, Brother Wan."

Chang An was in a hurry and ran to the side of the two.

He held Zhou Ziheng's hand, and a cold feeling spread from his palm to the bottom of his heart, Zhou Ziheng's whole body was already stiff, obviously dead for a long time.

"Ahem!"

There was a cough beside him, and Wan Chaoyang was still angry.

Suddenly, Chang An helped Wan Chaoyang up, lifted an internal force, and transported it into his body.

Wan Chaoyang's pale complexion was slightly reddish.

He slowly opened his eyes and saw the person in front of him.

"Brother Chang An, ahem...... Go save the kids! ”

Chang An then remembered that the five children were gone!

"Brother Wan, what the hell is going on!"

Wan Chaoyang snorted lightly

"The main ...... of the building Ahem, the owner of the building has set up an enchantment in front of the door. ”

Chang An exclaimed

"Is the owner of the building really not dead?"

Wan Chaoyang looked down at his body, but saw that Wan Chaoyang at this time, his whole body was covered with scars from various weapons.

"The man...... Ahem...... The man was masked...... Seven or eight weapons were used. ”

As he spoke, Wan Chaoyang's eyes showed a hint of horror, as if he recalled some terrible picture.

"It's the owner of the building...... ...... with the quarry Means of killing...... Same ......"

Then, Wan Chaoyang fainted directly.