Even though the oxygen intake was far from keeping up with its consumption, he did not slow down his pace.

He does not leave himself any rest time.

Kill, kill, kill again!

Sprint, sprint, sprint again!

Never stop or rest.

This completely desperate style of fighting... Nagakura Shin-Agata hits: It's like he's trying to die!

Even with the blessing of talents such as "Blood Lock +7", "Yuanyang +7", and "Iron Lung +5", it cannot withstand such consumption.

The muscles of his legs had already moaned painfully, and his lungs were even more overwhelmed.

Despite the strong pain and fatigue that dominated his whole body, Qingdeng was like a robot, with no expression on his face and no emotion in his eyes.

In fact, it is not wrong to say that he is a robot - because he can't feel anything now!

I can't feel pain, I can't feel tired... Even the annoyance and anxiety that had just been entrenched in his heart disappeared.

Emotions become weak and memories become blurred.

He only remembered that he was thinking about breaking the enemy formation in front of him, rushing to Kanto, and thinking about becoming stronger.

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Become stronger—this thought fills every corner of his brain.

Then... from a certain moment, he suddenly felt that the world in front of him became narrow and he could only see the enemy ahead.

Immediately afterwards, the hearing became stranger.

Apart from his own breathing, he could no longer hear any sound from the outside world.

At this moment, the General Secretary and others who were left far behind were calling him desperately.

The Chief Officer and others were already exhausted, but Qingdeng did not show any fatigue. Not only did he not slow down, but he was getting faster and faster!

In this way, the distance between the two sides is getting bigger and bigger, and there is a risk of being disconnected.

The General Officer and others opened their voices and yelled to remind Qingdeng to slow down.

What if... Qingdeng can no longer listen to their voices.

Gradually, after vision and hearing, Qingdeng's consciousness gradually entered a state of half-dream and half awake.

In a trance, he felt like he... as if he was integrated with the world!

He could not see clearly or hear, but his senses were extremely sharp! No movement could escape his perception!

This feeling... Qingdeng is not unfamiliar with it.

He has experienced it before.

Just a few months ago, when he personally attacked Tianwang Mountain in Kyoto's Xia Zhi Formation, he had entered this state!

An incredibly wonderful state...

Incredibly powerful state!

Suddenly, a series of gunfire sounds came from the front of him - several bullets shot out from the grass not far away in front of him!

The attack took place between lightning and lightning, and Qingdeng's response also happened between lightning and lightning.

His sprint momentum remained unchanged, and his body swayed lightly like a thin piece of paper, and he avoided all the bullets.

Immediately afterwards, the black shadow surged... The enemy rushed towards Qingdeng from different directions like a tide!

At the moment when the enemy group appeared, Qing Deng held the knife in his palm tightly, turned into feathers, and soared into the air! He rushed into the enemy's white-blade formation without hesitation!

The moment he jumped, the two people on the front were cut open.

When he swept high above someone's head, the man's celestial cover was cut off and blood spurted out.

Someone saw Qingdeng's position and before he landed, he pushed out the bayonet in his hand. A sharp "sneer" sound came out, but the tip of the knife only pierced Qingdeng's afterimage.

The next breath, the man's head flew out and rolled to the side of another dead body - at this time, Qingdeng was several meters away.

I don’t know when it was, Qingdeng had quietly changed into a new knife, and there was an extra flank in his left hand.

Qingdeng is not good at using freaks.

He basically only has one use of this kind of short weapon - as a hidden weapon to use it!

Before he could heat up the flank, he threw it out directly and hit someone's heart without any bias.

“Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

"Ho...ho...ho...ho...ho..."

"Look at the knife!"

"Go to die! Go to die! Go to die quickly!"

“Woo woo…”

From anger to a painful whimper.

From the roar of anger to the roar of hatred.

From slashing to stabbing to shooting.

The soldiers of the surprise team tried every possible way, but they still lost to Qingdeng!

Some are pierced by the heart.

There are completely separate upper and lower bodies.

Some people were cut off their throats and could only wait for death in despair while suffocating.

One by one, they fell to the ground... After making such a huge sacrifice, they could not slow down Qingdeng's steps at all! People can't help but wonder whether their sacrifices were meaningful!

It was so relaxing...it was so relaxing! Qingdeng killed them with great ease, as if playing with them in his palm!

In the bloody rain, a beam of sunlight hit Qingdeng's face.

Under the sunlight, a faint joy appeared between his cheeks.

The right half of the face was hidden in the shadow without a trace of expression; the left half of the face was bathed in the light, the corners of the mouth were slightly raised, revealing a happy smile.

Her fair skin was stained with blood, and she was riding on the battlefield with great care. She had a cold look on her face but smiled...

This looks so good...Yasha!

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Nangong Mountain, the top of the mountain, the main formation of the surprise troops—

Takasugi Shinzo stared at the south with his hands on his back.

Beside him, Yujiro Omura's face was as deep as water, and he clenched his fists tightly.

The shouts of killing were getting closer... They had already vaguely smelled the smell of blood.

"...Mr. Omura, please take everyone away quickly and lay out a new line of defense on the eastern foot of Nangong Mountain."

When Omura Yijiro frowned when he heard this, he looked at Takasugi Shinsaku with a complicated look.

Takasugi Shinsaku had guessed what he wanted to say in advance and took the lead:

“Our battle is not over yet.”

"From the beginning to the end, we have only one task: to buy time for Guijun and the others."

"As long as you can hold up the new selection group...even if it only takes one hour, it is worth it."

"We will set up a new line of defense on the eastern foot of Nangong Mountain and fight to the last soldier."

Speaking of this, he pulled out Muramasa from his waist and took out a red pill from his arms.

"At this moment, I am the only one who is expected to block Juiceng."

“…Yes, I get it.”

Omura Yajiro did not say much and silently accepted the order.

"You heard it all! Evacuate to the eastern foothills! Move quickly!"

Under the orderly command of Omura Yajiro, the soldiers of this formation quickly and without any hesitation to move to the eastern foothills.

After a while, only Takasugi Shinzo was left on the huge mountain top.

Takasugi Shinsaku stood alone, staring at the south side, waiting quietly.

Suddenly, he seemed to sense something, closed his eyes and looked very moved. While slowly lifting the knife, he silently stuffed the red pills in his hand into his mouth.

The next moment, he suddenly opened his eyes - the originally empty front, and a gloomy figure covered in blood appeared.

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Chapter completed!