Chapter 688: Fight!

At the Tianhe City Intelligence Station, a group of intelligence officers were looking at each other with ugly faces. They had finally climbed over the mountains and ridges, managed to hide from Feng Xue, and finally sneaked into the Faceless City...

Then, the Faceless City was occupied...

Seeing that they could no longer defend themselves, this group of intelligence officers did not fight in vain. Instead, they used a space magic called "offline" to leave the dreamland, leaving only one observer to keep an eye on them and avoid risks as much as possible. .

But everyone also knows that under the current circumstances, the mission is likely to fail, and it is estimated that it will have to be done again tomorrow night.

But the problem is that the character cards of more than a dozen of them are still stuck in Faceless City. If the character card is not dead, there is no way to start over. But if the character cards are given away, what if Feng Xue returns to Faceless City today? What should I do if I face the city?

Although the possibility is slim, the current group of kings have not completely destroyed the Faceless City. There may be something else inside...

"Quick! Leave three guarantees and the rest will be online!"

Suddenly, a member who was attending the meeting with his eyes closed suddenly opened his eyes. Hearing his words, the others did not hesitate at all. They immediately arranged in the order they were accustomed to and began to log into the dreamland until they returned to the Faceless City. The location of the line, several people said:

"What happened?"

"Feng Xue is back, and the fight is about to begin! Come on, this is first-hand information! Everyone spread out and observe, at least one person must be able to witness the overall situation!"

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This kind of thing is not an exception. Most of the spies, observers, communications soldiers and other professionals who joined the Faceless City last night chose to log off before the city was broken to reduce losses. At this moment, twenty-four people who had already been In the faceless city that was destroyed by the Lu Alliance Army, dozens or hundreds of character cards re-entered the city in an instant.

But at this time, the soldiers cleaning the battlefield no longer care about killing these enemies that suddenly appeared.

After all, their attention, like the architects who had just landed, was all focused on the battlefield in the heart of the city.

At this moment, the originally clear sky was covered by dark clouds, and the drizzle fell, stained with a faint light gold.

At the focus of everyone's attention, Feng Xue, with a black light above his head, wearing a bright yellow burqa, a bone mask on his face, and two sharp swords, one black and one white, stood proudly, exuding an aura. , even looking from a distance will make you feel short of breath.

"We were looking for you, but we didn't expect you to come to our door, hand over the two seals of Wangjiang and Feilu, and promise you to keep the Taoist tradition!"

A majestic middle-aged man wearing fine clothes, who looked more like a royal nobleman than a figure in the world, said in a majestic tone. When Feng Xue heard this, she raised her brows, although she didn’t know who the Wangjiang and Feilu seals were. What, but he immediately thought of the two "heavy treasures" that he had not checked yet.

But this was obviously not the time to touch the treasure all over his body. He just put his hand on the hilt of Monologue's sword and said in an unruly tone:

"If you want it, just come and get it yourself. You shouldn't understand this rule."

As soon as the words fell, drum beats with unknown meanings exploded from the rain. Before the masters present could speak, Feng Xue's figure had already dragged an ink mark between the heaven and the earth!

"Qiang!"

A green-edged long sword, accompanied by the sound of being unsheathed, was blocking the reach of the ink marks. However, this sword was extremely fast, but it could not surpass Feng Xue's breath holding.

The splicing disguised as a robe injected the energy pumped from the "Philosopher's Stone Direct-Fired Power Furnace" into Feng Xue's body. The moment she stopped breathing, the whole world seemed to quiet down.

The raised arm pushed away the stagnant air, and in this almost stagnant time, he slowly pushed out a sword.

The next moment, time started to flow again. A big head and half of the arm holding the sword were severed. Blood, ink and golden rain gathered together, and the second sword on Feng Xue's waist was unknown. The time has disappeared.

No, it didn’t disappear. There was a sound of falling to the ground. Even the audience who had been watching the whole process noticed that when Feng Xue beheaded the enemy who first reacted with one sword, the white long sword had already penetrated thirty people. A few meters away, a master was bending his bow and setting an arrow on his chest.

At this moment, needless to say, all kinds of attacks have come from different angles.

Feng Xue pointed her finger, and Monologue immediately flew back. In the hands of Feng Xue, who mastered the master-level puppetry technique, the sharp sword that was controlled by an arm seemed to turn into a living thing.

Mo Ran fends off the enemy, monologues for his life, one long, one short, one wide, one narrow, one light and one heavy. The two swords are like elves dancing in the rain. The monologue is as light and agile as the wind, Mo Ran is as motionless as a mountain. In an instant, he has been killed. Three big heads.

Duang!

Suddenly, Feng Xue's mouth felt numb, and then he heard a sound like a bell, and when he took a quick look, he saw it was a big bald donkey with glittering gold!

"Heng Lian?" Seeing that the great monk took the opportunity to bully him, Feng Xue raised her little finger and monologued an arc of light that swept towards the monk's ear. But he himself was a little below his feet. As he stepped back, a line of light flashed out. A silk thread pierced out from the sleeve, tightly binding the ink dye in the palm.

While the fixation by [Splicing] was completed, his arm was already swinging back forcefully, forcing back the master who wanted to sneak attack from behind.

Dots of ink marks mixed with the rain smeared out, and six people fell to the ground in the blink of an eye. Feng Xue had no time to calm down her breath, because the golden bald donkey in front of her had already bumped into them again.

Seeing that there was no way to retreat, Feng Xue suddenly pressed her hand towards her waist.

The monk's eyes showed a trace of surprise, but it was the white sword that he should have thrown away, and it was unknown when it returned to Feng Xue's waist again.

The sword flashed, and the figure was split into two.

With a sharp sound like metal friction, a bone-piercing scar exploded in front of the golden bald donkey. Feng Xue didn't care whether the monk was dead or not. Instead of fighting with the meat shield, he would naturally pick the fragile skin first!

His sight was focused on a beauty in the back row. Feng Xue didn't care whether it was a man or a woman. The monologue in his hand turned into a stream of light and shot directly at the woman's face.

But before he had a chance to chase, his intuition had already given a warning. The qi was surging, and the long robe formed by the splicing shook, shaking off the hidden weapon attacking from the side. Then he flicked his finger, and a bit of [Heavenly Power] flew towards the direction of the hidden weapon with the sound of wind and thunder.

Unfortunately, in this moment of distraction, the monologue that stabbed the woman failed to succeed. A pair of flesh palms intersected and actually held the monologue tightly.

Seeing that he couldn't get away, Feng Xue's eyes flashed with a fierce light, and he held the ink in his hand backwards, lowered his body, and a roar suddenly exploded.

But the man who took over the monologue was not an easy person. His pair of iron palms were airtight, but a strange long sword pierced out from the palm wind. The sword body trembled slightly, and there was a slight vibration of music. The person holding the sword was the woman who was chosen by Feng Xue as the target before.

The palm and sword cooperated in an orderly manner, and Feng Xue couldn't take it down for a while. Every second he stayed, more masters would join the battle.

Withdrew for the time being?

Of course not!

When we meet on a narrow road, how can we give in?

Fight!