My right eye is mutated

Chapter 104
above the flat top.

The eyes of the Huaxia people in the central area suddenly burned with infinite fighting spirit.

After reading the history books, they would all resent the grievances of the people at that time, because if it weren't for the grievances of those people at that time, how could China be humiliated for two hundred years later?
But if today is history.

Could they have done better than the man they hated in the history books?

No one will admit that they can't do it!
Everyone gritted their teeth and looked at the foreigners around them.

More than 90 people were in high spirits, and the illusory situation had a tendency to condense into a solid body.

And all of this happened in mere five seconds.

Facing the side of Ziyalu with the most people, Zhou Buzhou clenched the sword in his hand.

A look of madness flashed in his eyes.

At this moment, surrounded by nearly 700 people from the thirteen parties, the best choice should be to choose the weakest party to break through!

But although the word breakout sounds nice, it is actually cowardly, that is, if you can't do it, you have to run away.

It has the same meaning as a strategic retreat.

I don't want to return every week!

He even vaguely felt that as long as he really avoided the edge this time, perhaps, the extreme will that he had just comprehended not long ago would completely dissipate.

With this worry, he quickly asked silently in his heart.

"If I choose to break through at this moment, to avoid being besieged, will the extreme will disappear?"

A number quickly condensed in front of the right eye.

100%.

The vague intuition turned out to be right.

So the ultimate will...is it only possible for me to be strengthened if I am in a desperate situation?

100%.

Zhou Buzhou paused slightly.

Is this the principle of the ultimate will?
Zhou Buzhou raised his head, his face full of determination.

That being the case!

Then there is no retreat!

Zhou Buzhou yelled: "Don't break out, form a defensive formation on the spot, everyone back to back, fight to the death in all directions!"

"Fight to the death!"

"Fight to the death!"

The crowd followed suit.

After Yang Zimei yelled, her face was full of weirdness.

Isn't this waiting to be mobbed?

How did it become a fight to the death?
Yang Zimei became puzzled.

I don't know why, the thing like being surrounded and beaten came out after Lao Zhou changed his words.

The meaning is still the same, but why does it make people feel that they are not being besieged or wronged, but rather passionate?
Fight to the death?

Just changing a word makes people excited about things that were originally helpless?
Amazing!
Culture is indeed a good thing!
Yang Zimei deeply felt that it must be the reason why Zhou Buzhou Zheng'er went to college, so he is so educated.

After all, apart from Zhou Buzhou, very few people in the three bases joined the three bases after graduating from university. People in the three bases were generally admitted to the three bases between the ages of 16 and 20.

As for sectarian circles, let alone universities, some have never even attended elementary school or even kindergarten.

You have to make up for the culture later!
In the future, I also want to be a cultural person!

Yang Zimei, who thought she had her finger on the pulse, secretly made up her mind.

……

The battle is imminent.

Thirteen forces, people of various hair colors and skin tones rushed forward.

Zhou Buzhou swung his sword with all his strength, stabbing out one after another.

Slowly, he discovered that if two armies were to confront each other, it would be an army of ordinary people or an army of practitioners.

None of the individuals of the same level of life can beat an army with their bravery!

At least, even he couldn't withstand the countless attacks.

Zhou Buzhou stabbed his sword again, and then roared: "Those with short weapons step forward, those with long weapons retreat, short soldiers in front meet each other, and long weapons in the rear find opportunities to sneak attack!"

This is a battlefield, not a ring!
Soldiers never tire of cheating!

There is no need to go to a fair fight!

What's more, they were the ones who suffered the injustice!
Hearing this, Yang Zimei retreated quickly holding a long spear, while Li Xuelong and Ming Yayin rushed forward holding swords.

So are others.

In an instant, the formation change ended.

Enemies coming, one after another.

All are quasi-first-order cultivators.

All of them are cultivators with a punch of more than three thousand catties.

If their knife and sword fall on ordinary people, it will be the result of a split second.

Even if it falls on a practitioner of the same level, it is absolutely fatal.

Zhou Buzhou thrust out one sword after another with all his might.

During this process, in just 3 minutes, more than a dozen people from Huaxia's side were thrown out of the flat top by the spiritual power of the mixed-race venerable.

For the other thirteen parties, Zhou Buzhou knocked three people into the air, and Li Changfeng knocked three people into the air...

In addition to the other places that were not seen in Zhou Buzhou, there should be more than ten or 20 people in the other thirteen parties who were thrown out of the flat top.

Zhou Buzhou thrust out his sword again, and looked straight at San Shengzi who was hiding in the crowd.

He turned around and shouted angrily: "The others are here to guard, Li Changfeng, Chen Shiwo, you two come with me!"

Li Changfeng nodded slightly, and quickly blasted one person away with his fist with a faint flame, and then quickly gathered towards Zhou Buzhou.

The xuanwu phantom on Chen Shiwo's body opened up to block the intruding attack, and then stretched out with a palm, and between flips, four or two strokes of a thousand catties!

Those who attacked Chen Shiwo were easily picked away by Chen Shiwo.

Chen Shiwo also quickly gathered over.

Zhou Buzhou drew his sword.

What surrounds the long sword is not the prototype of the sword intent, but the extreme will.

The rudimentary form of the sword intent is of little significance in this battle.

The fifth-level mental power of the mixed-race venerable enveloped everyone, and the god-slaying function of the prototype of the sword intent was directly abolished.

Zhou Buzhou even suspected that this so-called spiritual power protection to prevent some of them from being accidentally killed was actually just an excuse.

An excuse to completely restrict his prototype of sword intent!

But what if the prototype of the sword intent is useless? !
Zhou Buzhou charged forward with his sword in hand, displaying his extremely mysterious swordsmanship, he could always hit the enemy's fatal spot at an unexpected position.

Then the vast mental power flashed out, dragging the person stabbed by Zhou Buzhou to fly down the flat top.

The way forward was opened up.

On weekdays and Mondays, Li Changfeng and Chen Shiwo quickly followed.

The three strongest people in Huaxia rushed straight into the hundreds of people in front of them.

Sprinting all the way, Zhou Buzhou roared all the way: "Master Chen, you use your Xuanwu phantom to defend, and defend Li Changfeng and me from the missed attacks!"

"Li Changfeng, you are responsible for breaking the entanglement of those around you, and I am responsible for opening the way forward!"

"Let's hunt and kill those who hold top opportunities!"

"it is good!"

"it is good!"

Chen Shiwo and Li Changfeng nodded at the same time.

To be honest, the two of them didn't think much of those ordinary opportunities.

But when they stood still and were besieged, or took the initiative to fight to the death, none of the fourteen top opportunity holders of the other thirteen forces came forward.

(End of this chapter)