Thousands of kilometers away.

Eastern Province, Fuxi Town.

As the common people evacuated one after another under the arrangement of the Martial Alliance, the Baolin Sect and the Yin-Yang Sect had no worries anymore. They all came out and vowed to completely defeat the other party.

Fuxi Town is divided into two areas, the Baolin School occupies the southern area and the Yin-Yang School occupies the northern area.

In just a few days, the struggle between the two sides reached a white-hot level, and the number of casualties increased geometrically.

Although the Zhenwu Sect and the Tianlong Sect did not end up in person, they each sent masters in the sect to disguise themselves as members of the Yin-Yang Sect and Baolin Sect to secretly join the battle.

Some ambush, sneak attack, or siege, and you will leave as soon as you win and never stop.

The warriors act quickly, come and go like the wind, and have strong individual strength, which is most suitable for small-scale combat. The Zhenwu Sect and the Tianlong Sect use this feature to the fullest.

Fuxi Town at night is not quiet.

In fact, every night is the most dangerous time of the day.

A team of Baolin sent members to patrol the streets. They were holding cold weapons such as swords, guns, sticks, etc., and almost everyone was injured and full of murderous aura.

A whistle suddenly sounded in the corner next to it.

Immediately afterwards, several figures rushed out of their hiding place, like a tiger coming out of the cage and attacking the patrol team.

The leader is tall, with a black scarf masked, and only a pair of shiny eyes are exposed.

He took the lead and rushed into the patrol of the Baolin Sect. Wherever he passed, he was instantly overturned.

"We were ambushed!"

"The dogs of Yin and Yang Sect are just ghosts, kill them!"

"Send a signal quickly and call for reinforcements!"

"Kill them!"

After a brief panic, the patrol quickly recovered from calmness, sending signals into the sky while waving weapons to resist, trying to delay time.

"Bang!"

A red signal flare exploded above everyone's heads.

The leading attacker listened to Feng's position and slightly sideways his body, avoiding the chopping of two knives. The fist as big as a sea bowl was like a cannonball, knocking away the two patrolmen who attacked him.

"So quickly and quickly!"

He lowered his voice and roared.

Before he finished speaking, two iron sticks as thick as babies' arms were smashed down on their heads.

Those who can join the patrol team either have experienced actual combat or have strong military strength. Even in the Baolin Sect, they are elites and are definitely not ordinary people.

For example, now, these patrol members are skillful in cooperation, fearless of death, and retreat while fighting, without any fear of the attacker's higher martial arts skills.

"A idiot who overestimates himself!"

The leading attacker's eyes suddenly flashed, and he did not dodge or avoid it. His body surface rushed, and his already burly figure grew bigger again.

"Bang! Bang!"

Two iron rods hit the attacker's back at the same time, but he didn't even shake it.

"How is that possible?!"

The two patrolmen holding iron sticks were shocked.

"Be careful, he is the Grandmaster of Huajin!"

A patrol member next to him shouted a loud warning.

"I'm right, grandpa is the Grandmaster of Huajin!"

The leading attacker stretched out his arm, grabbed the iron rod, turned around and swept across the army, smashing the two patrol members over: "Those who blocked me died!"

Faced with a master of Huajin's full force, the patrol formation finally collapsed after persisting for more than ten seconds, and the fighting spirit also collapsed.

It’s one thing not to be afraid of death, but it’s another thing to lose your life in vain.

The team members who were still alive ran away scattered and fled.

"Don't chase the defeated enemy!"

The leading attacker threw away the blood-stained iron rod, stopping the others from chasing: "Retreat!"

With his order, the attackers disappeared into the darkness again.

Two minutes later.

An elder of Baolin Sect arrived like a flying man.

When the hot-tempered elder saw the bodies and wounded everywhere, his eyes were so angry that he could not help but burst into tears.

"Revenge! Revenge must be taken immediately!"

He gritted his teeth and shouted, "Call up people and go with me to settle the score with the Yin-Yang Sect! No matter how many of us they killed, they will have to pay back ten times!"

On the other side.

On the edge of Fuxi Town, in an ordinary house.

Xu Guo sat cross-legged on the futon, his eyes closed slightly, and he focused on his breathing.

As the elder of the Zhenwu Sect’s real power inner hall, even if the conditions are simple, he has never stopped practicing.

Because he knows that identity, status, reputation, and wealth cannot be relied on, and the only thing that can be relied on is his own cultivation.

Friends, partners, and apprentices may betray themselves, but their strength will not be.

As long as you have power, you can have everything.

"Knock! Knock! Knock!"

There was a knock on the door outside the house.

Xu Guo opened his eyes, and a sharp light flashed in a flash.

"Come in."

Xu Guo spoke calmly.

A tall young man pushed the door open and walked in. He was still wearing a night-mounted dress, and his whole body emitted a strong smell of blood. He clasped his fists to Xu Guo and saluted: "Master, the task has been completed."

"Thanks a lot."

Xu Guo nodded: "Isn't I recognized my identity?"

"How could those idiots in Baolin school recognize me?"

When the young man heard this, he curled his lips disdainfully: "I have changed my body shape, voice and way of speaking, and they will never recognize it."

"Then you rest early, keep your spirits up, and prepare for the next fierce battle."

Xu Guo stood up and walked to the young man, patting the latter on the shoulder: "Your efforts and sacrifices will be remembered in your heart for the teacher."

"As long as it is for the sect, I am willing to do anything, even if it is broken into pieces!" the young man replied firmly.

"Good boy."

Xu Guo was a little moved: "I did not read the wrong person. You are more sensible than other brothers. If you have done so much, the sect will definitely not treat you badly. Do it well in the future."

"yes!"

Facing Xu Guohua's big cake, the young man couldn't help but his face turned red and he was extremely excited: "The disciple has surrendered. Master, please rest early, don't be too busy."

After saying that, he bowed and exited the room and closed the door.

Looking at the young man's excited departure, Xu Guo's eyes were deep, and he suddenly sighed, feeling inexplicably sad.

At this moment, a young girl with a young appearance and beautiful facial features broke in.

She was about thirteen or fourteen years old, with a slender figure, her hair tied into two ponytails, hanging playfully behind her head, and her big eyes were shining with a clever light. She looked like a weird and unruly person.

"Master, you asked your senior brother to kill someone again!" The girl pouted as soon as she entered the door.

Xu Guo's face twitched, he put away his feelings, and said with a stern face: "Don't worry about adults' affairs, children."

"Let the Yin-Yang Sect and Baolin send a fight. Why do we end up in person? Will it fall or not?"

The girl was favored by Xu Guo since childhood. She was not a daughter, so she was not afraid of him at all.
Chapter completed!