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  The three men were no longer young, in their forties, with dark purple skin. From the outside, it was impossible to tell what ethnicity they belonged to, and nobody dared to ask, because according to unsubstantiated rumors, their biological parents did not belong to a normal ethnic group, and had been killed by the three brothers themselves.

  This is a stain that they cannot erase for the rest of their lives, so they can only use slaughter to satisfy their own hearts and balance themselves. This time, the dark night gave them a sky-high price, allowing them to live a worry-free life in seclusion for the rest of their lives.

  The requirements of the dark night were simple, and it wasn't to have them destroy the Slaughter God, but just to let them rush into the ancient castle, which would already complete their mission. This was an easy task for the three towers.

  So when the charging signal was issued, the three of them rushed through the pass the fastest. Except for a few road-blocking gunmen who were casually eliminated, they almost didn't stop or even have the desire to take action because their opponents were too weak.

  For them, killing is like playing with women, too obedient and tasteless, needing some violent resistance stimulation.

  Right in front of them was the ancient castle, but they encountered a powerful opponent. The brave warriors from the Butcher's God blocked their path. These dozen or so warriors had followed Tianming to conquer the European continent, with countless military achievements, each one being a top-notch general, with an aura of killing intent that filled the sky.

  Behind the Three Towers, a group of black-clad men followed closely, not entangling with the peripheral helpers. Along the road opened by the Three Towers, they also came here unimpeded.

  A dozen brave warriors are a solid city wall that no one can cross. The only way to break through is for them to die.

  "Destroy them—"

  This sentence was not spoken by the Three Towers, a cold and icy black-clad man stepped forward lightly, his black robe and black face mask revealing only his eyes, deep and piercing with murderous intent, devoid of any human rationality, standing there like a slaughter knife, reeking of blood.

  The man in black behind him had already rushed up, and the three-person tower was no exception. He wasn't there to help the man in black, although they were accomplices, all for the purpose of breaking into the headquarters of the Slaughter God.

  But one is fighting for slaughter, and another is killing for money, with different purposes.

  "What a delightful thing, how could I, cowboy, miss it?" A white-skinned, North American cowboy burst in, his whole body covered in blood, but with an extremely satisfied smile on his face.

  High boots, a short dagger, and a long whip at his waist. A colorful shirt that had lost its original color, stained with blood until it turned into a dark black color.

  He had already cut the throats of eighteen people on his way here, just cutting them open, his dagger was very sharp and the force was just right, he wouldn't waste any effort, he was a man who knew how to enjoy himself, never wasting his energy, killing people was no exception.

  He was called a cowboy, but he wasn't famous in the world, and his name wasn't even among the top fifty masters.

  However, he was a master, and there's no need to doubt that. As soon as he started, he entangled a brave warrior, his sharp dagger had already torn through the opponent's belly, nobody saw how he made his move, but when this brave warrior retreated, his belly already had a deep blood stain, losing all combat power.

  The three brothers were no exception, they surrounded the three brave men together, like an invisible net, no matter how hard the three brave men tried, they couldn't break free. In the end, they were exhausted and each of the three brothers kicked one of them flying with their feet.

  Even if they were immortal, they would still be severely injured and unable to fight again.

  In just a short moment, more than ten brave warriors have been killed or wounded.

  Three deaths were at the hands of those black-clad men, and even that most ominous black-clad man didn't lift a hand. He just hid his hands under his black robes, coldly watching everything, waiting for someone worth taking action against.

  These men in black had no weapons on them, but their bodies and hands were a sharp knife.

  "Those three mice are handed over." Xiao Qiufeng flashed out from the side, sensing the breath of these people, but did not expect their speed to be so fast, and in this moment, they had already broken into the final pass.

  Li Qiangbing didn't say a word, his body had already charged into the encirclement of the three-person tower. As Xiao Qiufeng said earlier, if he wanted to make progress, he needed to face even stronger enemies and use death to stimulate his body's potential. Only then could he become a master.

  Or he just realized at this moment what a real master is.

  A master is not about having great power, but about a hero's progress. No matter how strong one's power is, if they don't progress, there will come a day when they'll be eliminated. Xiao Qiufeng is called a master because he progresses with each battle, leaving no room for pursuit.

  The miserable cries of slaughter ceased temporarily with the appearance of Xiao Qiufeng, and the brave warriors had retreated to rest for the time being. Of the thirty-four divine soldiers, except for Tie Zhu who was still butchering on the periphery, everyone else had arrived.

  "Eliminate them—" This sentence had just been said by that man in black, but this time, it was Xiao Qiufeng who spoke out.

  The divine soldiers have rushed towards those fifty or sixty black-clad men.

  A bloody battle is about to unfold.

  But Xiao Qiufeng, the black-clothed leader didn't move, however his gaze was fixed on me alone, perhaps he had already sensed Xiao Qiufeng's strength, but he probably couldn't have imagined that it wasn't just strong, but also somewhat abnormal and out of bounds.

  "You can come together!" This is Xiao Qiufeng's contempt.

  Although white people have a larger build, their hearts are not very broad. The cowboy was already angry and made his move.

  If no one saw how the warrior was slashed in the belly just now, then this time everyone saw it. The dagger was held in Xiao Qiufeng's hand, but the handle was in Cowboy's hand. Between them was a thin, invisible steel wire that was so small that it could hardly be discerned with the naked eye.

  Two fingers plucked, the steel wire emitted a sound like an ancient zither, then a crisp "pa" sound, broke off. Xiao Qiufeng let go of his hand, and the dagger fell to the ground.

  "I really don't like cowboys because they are all too arrogant."

  The cowboy didn't say a word, his leather whip already in hand, and said with a buzz: "I want to duel in the name of bravery."

  Xiao Qiufeng's eyes flashed coldly, and he glanced at the black-clothed leader beside him, his contempt for him evident, but also wary of this person taking advantage of the situation.

  In his mind, this person is the strongest dark night master among all people.

  Men in black fell one by one, the Divine Troop of Soldiers, for the first time they showed their department's strength, at this moment, they finally knew how important the strictness of everyday was.

  This is a contest of strength, without a shred of hypocrisy.

  The whip cracked with a stimulating energy, each time it fell, it stirred up large swaths of gray air. Xia Qiufeng's figure moved and dodged, flashing unpredictably, only to be enveloped by dark fog in an instant.

  This cowboy has grasped his whip for thirty years, and it is a hundred times more agile than his hands. Even if a fly flies in the air, it can't escape the power of his whip dance. But facing Xiao Qiufeng, it doesn't have much effect.

  The whip wrapped around Xiao Qiu's wind, and the cowboy's joyful expression had not yet been revealed. This rolled-up figure was already rapidly spinning faster and closer to him.

  The cowboy felt a little uneasy when Xiao Qiufeng was three meters away from him. The tight leather whip wrapped around his body suddenly made a "squeaking" sound with a cold shout.

  The whip broke into several pieces and fell to the ground.

  The cowboy was still in shock, and the fist had already struck his face. This punch, Xiao Qiufeng used all his strength, people's ears could clearly hear a "crack" sound, then the cowboy's body had already flown up.

  It flew more than ten meters away before falling to the ground, struggling constantly and letting out sharp wails of pain and death, but no one paid attention. The faint sounds grew smaller and smaller until it finally stopped moving, while the blood-stained face made it look exceptionally terrifying.

  "As expected, Xiao Shao, who is considered the number one enemy of Hei Ye, is indeed very powerful."

  Xiao Qiufeng hadn't even turned around, when the man in black calmly opened his mouth. No one knew what he was thinking. Just now, Xiao Qiufeng had already given him several opportunities to launch a sneak attack, but he didn't.

  "Xiao Shao, Xiao Shao, hurry, hurry, it's dangerous inside!" A person rushed out from inside, Wolf Dog, his face was covered in blood, unclear whether it was his own or someone else's. However, the narrow long knife in his hand was something that had never been seen before. At this moment, seeing Xiao Qiufeng, he let out a loud cry.

  The man in black had moved, slowly closing in on Xiao Qiufeng. With a somewhat smug tone, he said slowly: "Isn't it strange? I killed the cowboy, but I didn't take action?"

  "Because today's true opponent isn't me, but the Pope, however, I still can't let him in."

  Damn it, Xiao Qiufeng knew he had been deceived by these people. They were just stalling for time, while the real power to deal with Tushen had already entered, and their attack was from within.

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