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"Is this a masked party?" Suddenly someone uttered a voice, and only then did someone notice that there were actually two men in black clothes.

A taller man in black motioned for the man next to him to shut up.

Then he looked at the people present and said, "Whoever takes the sword in his hand is his."

As soon as the words fell, the man in black took the lead in attacking, with a cloud of black energy gathering in his hands, and he was walking quickly.

Fu Yang's eyes froze, and he wanted to practice his skills, but the opponent attacked suddenly, and he couldn't stabilize his center of gravity, so he staggered back two steps while dodging.

Everyone's eyes were sharp, and they felt that Fu Yang seemed to be seriously injured. The group of people was like a small bronze ghost-masked man, and immediately made a move. The black-masked man followed closely, and even wanted to overtake.

Everyone seemed to be the elite among the elites. Fuyang was able to kill in the early stage, but he was at a disadvantage in the later stage.

His attack and defense were getting weaker and weaker, his body was getting more and more scars, and his eyes still had that kind of cold look that looked down on anyone.

"Senior Brother..." People from different forces surrounded him, and Shen Yuexiu stood on tiptoe, making it difficult to see his situation clearly, and unable to intervene.

I saw Fu Yang waving a sword in his hand, constantly wounded and bleeding, killing wave after wave of people.

"Everyone, please stop..." Shen Yuexiu wanted to stop everyone, but no one listened to him at all.

A black-faced man walked towards Shen Yuexiu, Shen Yuexiu clutched her abdomen, and hurriedly advised: "Stop beating, more and more people are dying, and you are just sacrificing for nothing."

"Wound medicine." The black-faced man only handed him the medicine, ignoring his other words.

Shen Yuexiu reached out to take the medicine, said thank you, and then persuaded them not to fight.

"You deal with the sword demon?" The black-faced man asked sternly, and then said: "The gray-robed people are heretics, and those wearing bronze ghost masks and black clothes have demonic energy on their bodies."

Shen Yuexiu expressed awareness at first, he looked at the black-faced man: "But your murderous intent is the heaviest."

The black-faced man ignored him, left Shen Yuexiu's side, and said to everyone: "Anti-kill."

The black-faced man immediately turned the sword in his hand and charged towards other forces.

Before they could react, most of them were killed by the black-faced men.

"Human, you are too immoral." The man in the black robe said.

The black-faced man only sneered, disapproving, and invisibly became Fu Yang's help.

The inside should cooperate with the outside to kill the gray robe, the masked man and the black robe.

There was a mocking smile in Fu Yang's eyes, and he continued to swing his sword to kill people. He grabbed a black-faced man, raised his chin, pinched his neck, and asked in a cold voice: "When will you become my people?" Well, why don't I know."

"If you want to kill, kill it, don't talk nonsense." The black-faced man had difficulty breathing, but he was arrogant.

"It's raining, your mother is calling you to go home, collect your clothes, and retreat." The black-masked leader said in a loud voice, and the black-masked people couldn't help but retreat while killing people, and then all retreated from the battle circle.

The person whose neck was held by Fu Yang was also thrown out of the circle by him.

"Are you an organization of neuropathy?" The people in the gray robes cursed.

The black-faced people said in unison: "Fuck/your old mother." Then they turned around and practiced their skills, and left quickly.

"Have the guts to declare your name." The gray-robed leader looked sideways, his voice cold.

The black-faced man left the word "your father" neatly, and then disappeared without a trace.

All the forces present really wanted to abandon Fu Yang and go after them, for no reason.

Without the interference of the black-faced man, everyone aimed their weapons at Fu Yang.

"Sword Demon is about to die, kill it..." a man wearing a hideous mask yelled loudly.

Fu Yang's body was still surrounded by red energy, but his strength was severely lacking, he lost too much blood, and his body became more and more tired.

The black-robed man gathered demon energy in his hands and attacked him, while the masked man threw poison at him, threw hidden weapons, and used various methods.

"You guys of different species also want to share my power, it's just wishful thinking." Seeing this group of difficult and despicable guys, Fu Yang's eyes turned red, and his body exploded with blood.

All those who were stained with his blood seemed to be corroded by strong acid, their skin was red and wriggling, and they made a "sizzling" sound, and soon saw thick blood and bones.

The gray robe quickly retreated, but there were still heavy casualties. The masked soldiers were blown away by his power, and the masks fell off their faces, revealing a ferocious and inhuman face.

The leader wearing the mask of the green ghost's fangs smiled disapprovingly and said, "Our soldiers are here and will kill you."

I saw thousands of shorter people wearing the same mask running towards Fuyang under the order of the leader.

There were not many gray robes left, so they couldn't help but wait and see what happened, and temporarily stopped attacking.

Fu Yang has already consumed too much, and this group of soldiers is cunning and vicious. If Fu Yang hits one person, he has to withstand two attacks. There are so many attacks that there is no time to recover any strength.

These short soldiers really don't take care of the alliance at all, they are numerous and powerful, their methods are insidious, and they even crowd out them.

The few people in black robes looked at the battle, couldn't help but glance at each other, and temporarily withdrew from the battle circle.

"Senior brother?" There were fewer and fewer people on the field, and Shen Yuexiu finally found the entry point with a hint of worry in her eyes.

Seeing that he was already on the verge of collapse, and he didn't care about self-healing, he rushed into the battle circle, protecting Fu Yang and said: "Stop, if you continue like this, I won't be polite."

"Shen Yuexiu, when is it your turn to save me, get out of here." Fu Yang glanced at him, and growled in a sharp and impatient voice.

"I said before, I don't want to lose you." Shen Yuexiu was silent for a while, and said each word in a gentle voice.

"Zhi, I recognize him, he killed the boss of the Giant Rat Demon and drove us away." Suddenly a group of soldiers shouted.

"It turns out that you are the same kind as giant rat demons." Shen Yuexiu looked at their faces, they were six points similar to mice.

A gleam flashed in the leader's eyes, and he said to Shen Yuexiu: "It's really hateful, he should be killed, but he also saved our kind, we are willing to let you live, just kill him for us."

"It's hard to obey." Shen Yuexiu said.

Seeing that he couldn't use a knife to kill someone, the leader frowned, squeezed his eyes, and said angrily: "I don't know how to flatter you, little ones, let's get rid of the little boy, let's enjoy his meat, kill the sword demon, and take his magic sword."

The dwarf soldier with the blue hideous mask approached Shen Yue.

Shen Yuexiu looked at the soldiers, carrying strength in her hands, and suddenly bombarded them.

Half of the soldiers vomited blood and fell to the ground, and the remaining soldiers slapped their mouths, emitting a stench from their mouths, and then stretched out their claws to attack. The speed was so fast that Shen Yue couldn't handle it at all.

Fu Yang was also attacked, and he could only use his remaining strength to kill the foreign soldiers.

The backs of the two were unconsciously stuck together, the soldiers looked at Shen Yuexiu's weak abdomen, one by one's eyes were locked on it, and they attacked one after another.

"You leave." Fu Yang said.

The wound where Shen Yuexiu was scratched by sharp claws exuded black air, he was merciful, but every soldier did everything possible to kill him and attack his weak points.

"It's you who forced Yuexiu." Finally, he couldn't bear it anymore, a golden glow appeared in his eyes, and the sun in the sky dimmed.

Shen Yuexiu's whole body exuded bright golden light, thunder and fireworks appeared in her hands, and she shot towards all directions.All of a sudden, the soldiers were anxious and smoking, lying motionless on the ground.

"Ah, Gu..." Shen Yuexiu spat out a large amount of blood, panting heavily incessantly.

"Shen Yuexiu." His light flashed on Fu Yang's body, seeing his heavily injured appearance, he couldn't help blurting out his name.

"Go." Shen Yuexiu gritted her teeth, put him on her back, and walked away quickly.

"If he's okay, he won't run away. Let me chase him." Looking at the smoking corpses all over the ground, the leader couldn't help screaming angrily.