On top of the flat roof.
Endless fighting spirit suddenly burned in the eyes of the Chinese people in the central area.
After reading the history books, they will all be angry about the people's compromise at that time, because if it were not for those people's compromise, how could China suffer humiliation for two hundred years?
But if it were history today.
Could they do better than those whom history books record as having made them resentful?
No one will admit that they are not capable!
Everyone gritted their teeth and looked at the foreigners around them.
More than ninety people were in high spirits, and the ethereal force seemed to be condensing into a solid entity.
And all this happened in just five seconds.
Facing the Ci-Asia continental group with the largest number of people, Zhou Buzhou clenched the sword in his hand.
There was a glint of madness in his eyes.
At this moment, we are surrounded by nearly 700 people from 13 parties. The best choice should be to choose the weakest party to break out!
But although the word "breakthrough" sounds nice, it actually means being cowardly and wanting to run away because you can't do it.
It means the same as strategic retreat.
Zhou Buzhou doesn't want to retreat!
He even vaguely felt that as long as he really avoided the sharp edge this time, perhaps the extreme will that he had just comprehended would completely dissipate.
With this worry, he quickly asked himself in his heart.
"If I choose to break out now and avoid being surrounded, will the will of the extreme disappear?"
A number quickly formed in front of his right eye.
100%.
My vague intuition turned out to be correct.
So the Extreme Will... does it require me to be in desperate situations in order to be strengthened?
100%.
Zhou Buzhou paused slightly.
Is this the principle of the Extreme Will?
Zhou Buzhou raised his head, his face full of determination.
That’s the case!
Then there is no retreat!
Zhou Buzhou roared: "Don't break out, form a defensive formation on the spot, everyone stand back to back, and fight to the death!"
"Fight to the death in all directions!"
"Fight to the death in all directions!"
Everyone followed suit and roared.
Yang Zimei looked strange after she finished yelling.
Isn't this just waiting to be beaten?
How did it become a fight to the death?
Yang Zimei became puzzled.
I don't know why, but the phrase "being beaten up" became a different word after Lao Zhou said it.
The meaning is still the same, but why does it make people feel that they are not being beaten up or wronged, but rather quite excited?
Fight to the death in all directions?
Just by changing a word, people become excited about something that was originally helpless?
It’s amazing!
Culture is indeed a good thing!
Yang Zimei deeply felt that it must be because Zhou Buzhou had attended university that he was so cultured.
After all, apart from Zhou Buzhou, few people in the Third Base joined the Third Base after graduating from university. People in the Third Base were generally admitted between the ages of sixteen and twenty.
As for the sectarian community, some people have never even attended elementary school or kindergarten, let alone university.
I need to catch up on my cultural knowledge later!
I want to be a cultured person in the future!
Yang Zimei, who thought she had grasped the pulse, secretly made up her mind.
…
The battle is about to begin.
Thirteen forces, people of various hair colors and skin colors rushed up.
Zhou Buzhou swung his sword with all his strength, stabbing out one sword after another.
Gradually, he discovered that if two armies really confronted each other, whether it was an army of ordinary people or an army composed of cultivators.
It is not the courage of individuals at the same level of life to defeat an army!
At least, even he couldn't withstand the barrage of countless attacks.
Zhou Buzhou thrust his sword once more, then roared, "Those holding short weapons, advance, those holding long weapons, retreat. Those in front engage in close combat, while those holding long weapons in the back seek opportunities for sneak attacks!"
This is a battlefield, not an arena!
All’s fair in war!
There's no need to fight fairly!
What's more, they are the ones who suffer injustice!
Upon hearing this, Yang Zimei quickly retreated with his spear in hand, while Li Xuelong and Ming Yayin rushed forward with their swords raised.
The same goes for others.
In an instant, the formation change was completed.
The enemies came one after another.
They are all quasi-first-level practitioners.
They are all practitioners whose punch force exceeds 3,000 kilograms.
If their swords and knives fell on ordinary people, they would be cut in half in an instant.
Even if it falls on a practitioner of the same level, it will be an absolute fatal injury.
Zhou Buzhou thrust out his sword with all his might.
During this process, in just three minutes, more than ten people from the Chinese side were pulled out of the flat roof by the spiritual power of the mixed-race master.
As for the other thirteen parties, Zhou Buzhou knocked three people away, and Li Changfeng knocked three people away...
In addition to other places that Zhou Buzhou could not see, there should be more than ten or twenty people from the other thirteen parties who were thrown out of the flat roof.
Zhou Buzhou thrust out his sword again with all his might and looked straight at the Holy Son of Asan who was hiding in the crowd.
He turned around and roared, "Everyone else stay here and guard. Li Changfeng, Master Chen, you two follow me!"
Li Changfeng nodded slightly, and with his fist carrying a faint flame, he quickly punched one person away, and then quickly gathered towards Zhou Buzhou.
The black tortoise phantom on Master Chen's body opened up to block the sudden attack, and then he stretched out a palm, flipped it, and achieved a great effect with just a little force!
The people who attacked Master Chen were easily knocked away by my powerful moves.
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