“Hu…Hu…Hu…”

Xu Jiang bent over, feeling like his lungs were about to explode.

So fucking tired!

He is no longer young, either in terms of actual age or appearance.

At this time, he was stabbed several times and his face was covered in blood.

Some are your own, and some are your enemies'.

Before my eyes, the shouts of killing continued.

Xu Jiang's joining did help pull the Qiu Camp out of the quagmire for a short time.

However, as he had said before, Diancheng's attitude was firm.

This ambush was to take his life.

At any cost!

Ling Mo is still the same Ling Mo.

It’s cruel and ruthless enough.

There are experts hidden in the team attacking them.

It was as if they were just waiting for him to make a move.

This is also very similar to Ling Mo's style.

First give you hope, then make you despair.

For him, this is not a war, but a game of cat and mouse.

If you don't take action, my team will bite you to death.

And if you take action, I have people on my side who are capable of killing you.

Even though Xu Jiang had not communicated with Ling Mo at all, he could tell from this behavior that the other party was deeply mocking him.

It seems to be saying that all your efforts and preparations over the past decade have been a joke.

I just want to see how far you can go.

I was able to throw you into the city, so I never worried that you would come back to take revenge on me.

Xu Jiang has indeed reached the end of his strength.

Perhaps, if he were younger, he could hold on a little longer.

But even so, it can only hold on for a while.

If you want to turn the tables, there's no chance.

His current condition was caused by the four people in front of him.

Three top-level Six Wastelands and one powerful Seven Wastelands expert.

A big deal.

At the same time, it also proved Ling Mo's pride once again.

This lineup is enough to deal with you.

I bet you don’t have the strength of Bahuang.

This is indeed the case.

Xu Jiang took two steps back, leaned against a car, and slid down to sit on the ground.

"Mr. Xu."

The leader of the Seven Wastelands warriors took two steps forward and lowered the sword in his hand.

"Emperor Ling said that since you grew up together, you can be spared from death if you are willing to surrender."

Xu Jiang slowly raised his head.

Hearing this, a ferocious smile appeared on his face.

"Please give Ling Mo a message as well."

"Speaking."

“Fuck you!!”

Xu Jiang suddenly shouted, "If I were afraid of death, I would have stayed in the lower city and not come up!"

In the downtown area, he has friends, family, and wine.

For Xu Jiang, leaving them was far more painful than death.

"I promise that Ling Mo will not die a good death!"

"I'm going to wait for him downstairs first!"

After roaring furiously, Xu Jiang stood up again and rushed towards the man in front of him.

The other party also frowned slightly and raised the knife.

He had no intention of communicating with Xu Jiang anymore.

The two of them had no friendship, so if Ling Mo needed him to take someone there, he would just take them there.

However, just as his sword was about to strike Xu Jiang's neck...

clang!!

A long sword stood in front of Xu Jiang.

Just happened to block the knife.

No one could see clearly when the sword appeared here.

It's like, it's always been there.

Xu Jiang paused.

His eyes instantly turned red.

He recognized the sword.

The first time I met that little brat, he was carrying him on his back.

Before Xu Jiang could sigh, the sword seemed to come alive, rising from the ground in front of him and flying into the air.

Under everyone's astonished gaze, the sword was left unattended...

Dance freely.

And every time the sword dances, black crescent moons appear on the edge.

It seemed as if the sky was raining rain that was harvesting lives.

Every black crescent moon takes away several or even dozens of lives.

Without exception, all these lost lives came from the troops besieging the [Qiu Camp].

The people from the Qiu Camp also stood there, watching this almost incomprehensible scene.

"Damn it! Brat!"

Xu Jiang burst into tears of joy: "It's already this late, why are you still trying to be cool?!"

The sword stopped.

A blurry figure flashed by and appeared beside Xu Jiang.

The sword suddenly disappeared in the air.

"I'm trying my best, Master Xu."

Ning Fan squatted down and helped Xu Jiang up: "Leave it to us next."

Xu Jiang was already crying uncontrollably.

It wasn't that he wanted to abandon this person, but there were too many emotions contained in the crying.

Self-blame, guilt, reluctance, joy, and the relief of surviving a disaster.

At this age, because of his own willfulness, he caused such a disaster and sacrificed so many people...

But there were still people who were unwilling to give up on him and came from thousands of miles away to help him.

This complex psychology made him completely out of control.

"Master Xu, you cry for a while first."

Ning Fan patted Xu Jiang's shoulder gently, then looked at what was in front of him: "Now that you're done crying, it's over."

When the masters in front saw Ning Fan suddenly appear, a serious look flashed across their faces.

At the same time, there was some doubt in their eyes.

They could guess that this person was most likely the King of the Lower City.

But the question is, how did he get here?

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