Please ask the dream.

Chapter 688 Fight!
At the Tianhe City Intelligence Station, a group of intelligence agents were looking at each other in dismay. They had finally crossed the mountains and ridges, had finally managed to hide from Feng Xue, and had finally managed to sneak into the Faceless City...

Then, the Faceless City was occupied...

Seeing that they could not hold on, this group of intelligence personnel did not fight to the death in vain. Instead, they used a space magic called "going offline" and left the dreamland, leaving only one observer to keep an eye on it and avoid risks as much as possible.

But everyone also knew that under the current circumstances, the mission was likely to fail, and they would probably have to try again tomorrow night.

But the problem is that the character cards of more than a dozen people are still stuck in the Faceless City. If the character cards are not killed, there is no way to start over. But if the character cards are given away, what if Feng Xue returns to the Faceless City again today?
Although the possibility is very small, the group of kings have not completely destroyed the Faceless City yet, so there may be other things inside...

"Quick! Leave three as a backup, and put the rest online!"

Suddenly, a member who had been attending the meeting with his eyes closed suddenly opened his eyes. Upon hearing his words, the others did not hesitate and immediately followed the sequence configuration they were already accustomed to, and began to log into the Dreamland until they returned to the place where they logged off in the Faceless City. Then they said:
"What happened?"

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

……

This is not an isolated case. Most of the spies, observers, signalmen and other professionals who joined the Faceless City last night chose to log off before the city was breached to reduce losses. At this moment, in the Faceless City that had already been destroyed by the Twenty-Four Allied Forces, dozens or even hundreds of character cards instantly re-logged in.

However, at this time, the soldiers who were cleaning up the battlefield had no time to clear out these enemies that suddenly appeared.

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

At this moment, the originally clear sky has been covered by dark clouds, and the drizzle has been stained with a faint golden hue.

And in the focus of everyone's attention, Feng Xue stood proudly with a black light on his head, a bright yellow robe on his body, a bone mask on his face, and two sharp swords, one black and one white, hanging on his waist. The aura he exuded was so great that even looking at him from a distance would make one feel short of breath.

"We were just about to look for you, but we didn't expect you to come to our door. If you hand over the Wangjiang and Feilu seals, we will allow you to leave your lineage!"

A dignified middle-aged man, dressed in gorgeous clothes, who looked more like a royal noble than a martial artist, spoke in a majestic tone. Feng Xue raised his eyebrows when he heard this. Although he didn't know what the Wangjiang seal and Feilu seal were, he immediately thought of the two "treasures" that he had not yet checked.

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

"If you want it, come and get it yourself. You should understand this rule."

As soon as he finished speaking, meaningless drum beats exploded from the rain. Before the masters present could speak, Feng Xue's figure had already left a trail of ink between heaven and earth!
"Qiang!"

A long green sword came out with a sound of being unsheathed, blocking the reach of the ink mark. However, although the sword was fast, it could not surpass Feng Xue's momentary breath.

The patchwork disguised as a long robe injected the energy pumped out of the "Philosopher's Stone Direct-Fired Power Furnace" into Feng Xue's body. The moment he stopped breathing, the whole world seemed to be quiet.

He raised his arm to push away the stagnant air, and in this almost stagnant time, he slowly thrust out a sword.

The next moment, time started to flow again, a big head and half of the arm holding the sword were cut off, blood, ink and golden rain merged into a ball, and the second sword on Feng Xue's waist disappeared at some point. No, it didn't disappear, accompanied by a sound of falling to the ground, even the spectators who were watching the whole process noticed that at the same time that Feng Xue beheaded the enemy who reacted first with a sword, the white long sword had already pierced into the chest of a master who was drawing a bow and arrow thirty meters away.

At this moment, there is no need to say more, various attacks have come from different angles.

Feng Xue pointed his finger and the monologue flew backwards immediately. In the hands of Feng Xue, who had mastered the puppetry technique at the grandmaster level, the sword, which he could control with ease, seemed to have turned into a living thing.

Mo Ran fought off the enemy, Du Bai demanded his life. The two swords, one long and one short, one wide and one narrow, one light and one heavy, were like elves dancing in the rain. Du Bai was as light as the wind, while Mo Ran was as still as a mountain. In an instant, they had chopped off three heads.

Duang!

Suddenly, Feng Xue felt a numbness in his mouth, and then he heard a sound like a huge bell. When he looked up, he saw a big bald donkey shining with golden light!
"Horizontal training?" Seeing that the big monk was about to take the opportunity to bully him, Feng Xue raised his little finger and a beam of light swept towards the monk's ear. He himself stepped forward and stepped back. At the same time, silk threads pierced out from his sleeves and tied Mo Ran tightly in his palm.

While the fixation by [Splicing] was being completed, his arm had already swung back with force, forcing back the expert who wanted to attack from behind.

Dots of ink mixed with rain spread out, and in a flash, six people fell to the ground. Feng Xue didn't have time to catch his breath because the golden bald donkey in front of him had already bumped into him again.

Seeing that there was no way to retreat, Feng Xue suddenly put his hand on his waist.

There was a hint of surprise in the monk's eyes. The white sword that he should have thrown away had returned to Feng Xue's waist again without him knowing when.

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

With a sharp sound like metal friction, a bone-piercing wound exploded in front of the Golden Donkey. Feng Xue didn't care whether the big monk was dead or not. Instead of fighting with the meat shield, he would naturally pick the squishy ones first!

His eyes were 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 straight into the woman's face.

But before he had a chance to give chase, his instinct had already given him a warning. With his Qi surging, he shook his patchwork robe, knocking down the hidden weapon that was attacking him from the side. Then he snapped his fingers, and a bit of [Heavenly Power] flew towards the direction where the hidden weapon came from with the sound of wind and thunder.

Unfortunately, during this moment of distraction, the monologue that was intended to stab the woman failed to succeed. Instead, a pair of fleshy hands penetrated and grasped the monologue tightly.

Seeing that he couldn't pull free, Feng Xue's eyes flashed with a fierce light. He clenched Mo Ran in his hand, lowered his body, and a roar suddenly exploded.

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

The palm and sword were coordinated in an orderly manner, and Feng Xue was unable to defeat him for a while. Every second he stayed, more masters would join the battle.

Take a break for now?

of course not!
When two people meet on a narrow road, how can they give in?
war!
(End of this chapter)