Qi and Ning stood still, the scepter in his hand trembled slightly, and the copper bell at the top buzzed and vibrate, summoning an echo of death.

In the middle of the field, Feng Qiwu was fighting with the Yin soldiers at a very fast speed. But this is only a temporary drag on the enemy, and if he wants to completely deal with this group of undead warriors, even he has no countermeasures for a while.

"Yan Yueque, you do have some means...... But if you want to beat me just like that, that's not enough!"

Feng Qiwu's gaze became more and more gloomy, and he shot mercilessly, and in the middle of the spiritual skill exhibition, a dark black horse training ran through, cutting off several Yin soldiers. A large area of dead qi overflowed from the severed limbs, and quickly merged with the yin qi between the cemeteries.

And the consequence of his doing so was that the huge Yin soldiers were stimulated by the death qi to go even more crazy, and they pounced on him with their teeth and claws.

Seeing that the Yin soldiers were gathering more and more, Yan Yue's eyes showed a narrow smile, and his hands were sealed, and a strange spiritual power cyclone was slowly accumulating in the gloomy sky.

"Ten Star Heavenly Monument!"

Suddenly, a whole body of black gold, several zhang long and wide, like a huge tombstone of a black coffin, suddenly fell from the sky and smashed towards Feng Qiwu's head.

With a loud "bang", Feng Qiwu did not escape the range of the Heavenly Monument, at this time his figure had disappeared, and a large number of Yin soldiers attacking around him were also smashed into the ground by the Heavenly Monument, and only a burst of gunpowder rose on both sides, silent.

"Bright Chains!" Yan Yueque sealed again, and chains flashing with white light appeared out of thin air, winding the heavenly monument layer by layer, sometimes accompanied by the sound of undead ghosts crying. At the upper end of the chain, there is a divine fluctuation of the most rigid and yang, which has a natural restraint effect on the ghosts of Huangquan.

This move can be said to be a unique magic weapon for dealing with ghosts. And Yan Yueque's move was to suppress Feng Qiwu and the Yin soldiers together!

Lu Hongyu knew that he could no longer sit idly by. But he had just grasped the spear in his palm, and another stranger who came with Yan Yueque suddenly flashed and leaped forward. Dressed in a pale golden shirt, the spear in his hand danced like a poisonous snake, stabbing at him.

"Who are you?" Lu Hongyu hurriedly parried and blurted out.

The man sneered: "Tuoba Demon, this is the name of the person who wants to send you on your way!"

On one side are Yan Yueque and Feng Qiwu, and on the other side are Tuoba Demon and Lu Hongyu, and in this gloomy graveyard, two fights have broken out at the same time.

On the surface, Feng Qiwu has been completely suppressed by Yan Yueque, and the strength of the Tuoba Demon is also above Lu Hongyu, and Group B can be said to be at a comprehensive disadvantage.

But is that really the case?

"Boom ——"

Suddenly, an earth-shattering bang erupted, and the heavenly monument rose several feet high, and then burst instantly. The disintegrating pieces were directly annihilated into pieces of powder in mid-air. It's doubtful what a terrible explosion it has experienced.

Under the smoke and dust, Feng Qiwu stood up slowly, and at this time, he looked quite strange. What's even more bizarre is that the Yin soldier who stood up with him looked much more "docile".

Could it be that he has rediscovered the way to control the Yin Soldiers in such a short period of time? Yan Yueque frowned slightly, but soon, his eyes widened suddenly-

No, that's not right......

The figures of those Yin soldiers are all distorted to varying degrees at this moment, and they are the dead qi that wraps around them, and they are being forcibly stripped away. And the source of the other party's absorption is......

It's Feng Qiwu!

He's actually absorbing dead air!

Not only the Yin soldiers, but even the dead air coiled around the entire cemetery, he was also frantically swallowing. Such a move made the Yin around him rise by more than an order of magnitude, and even those Yin soldiers only became erbium food for him to replenish his energy.

He is already gloomy on weekdays, but at this time, he seems to be even more half-human and half-ghost.

"You ......" Yan Yueque was dumbfounded, "You are a living person, how can you directly absorb the dead qi? This will make the yin and yang in your body unbalanced, or it won't be long before you will die directly!"

Feng Qiwu raised his head slowly, rolled his eyes, and smiled strangely: "Before that, it was enough for me to send you to hell!"

As soon as he finished speaking, his body was already soaring into the air, and the yin qi that had gathered from all directions poured into his body in large quantities. Even if he couldn't swallow it temporarily, it was like scales, clinging to the surface of his body. In just a few moments, a dark purple demon god armor had been forged for him.

The demon god's arm swayed slightly, and a spear composed of yin qi also took shape in an instant. Cut through the space and dragged a deep ravine into the ground.

"Yan Yueque, do you dare to fight with me!"

A gloomy voice came out of the mouth of the demon god like thunder.

- "Dare to fight me!"

Echoes rumbled between the graveyards, it was an aggregate of endless death, a Yellow Springs ghost creature that was even more evil than the Yin Soldiers!

In the face of the enemy's strong invitation to fight, Yan Yueque would not retreat. With a clear roar, fragments of light flew like feathers, and they also forged dazzling armor outside his body. Holding the bright spear, Yan Yue's toes were on the ground a little, and she also followed into the air.

The sound of clanging collisions continued to echo, and the two colors of purple and pure white were also intertwined. One by one, the ripples that shattered the space swept in a cycle, engulfing the Yin soldiers at the bottom, including a few of the few tombstones, in the netherworld-colored waves.

Yan Yueque was not in a hurry, he would even deliberately slow down during the battle, attracting Feng Qiwu to attack, so as to consume his spiritual energy. Because he knew that this kind of practice of accumulating yin qi in his body would not last long for anyone. When the time comes, when the opponent's body is completely eroded by the death qi, he will automatically die.

A dying person is useless to spend more physical strength for him!

"Undead...... Soul Shocking Tune!" Feng Qiwu also saw through the enemy's intentions, gritted his teeth with hatred, his five fingers spread, and purple filaments rose in mid-air, and the demon god's fingers flicked, and a ripple visible to the naked eye, wrapped in an indescribable powerful soul impact, spread towards Yan Yueque.

Although Feng Qiwu didn't understand the rhythm of music, with the help of the undead spell, he still simulated the ultimate sonic battle. To put it bluntly, this kind of technique is just attaching the soul attack to a foreign object. To put it bluntly, whoever has stronger soul power will be able to win ......!

Yan Yueque wanted to dodge again, but it was too late, and as soon as the spiritual power sealed his ears, a coercion that went straight into the soul poured in. It made him feel a splitting headache, his center of gravity was unstable, and he was about to fall from mid-air.

Feng Qiwu's move seemed to be strong, but the large amount of dead qi he used still aggravated the qi pressure disorder in his body. A mouthful of hot blood surged up his throat, and at this time, he was not much better than Yan Yueque.

Seeing this, Yan Yue knew that she couldn't miss the opportunity, and she didn't care about the stinging pain in her brain, raised her hands, and struggled to seal it.

"Bright Holy Sword!"

Holding a pure white lightsaber in his hand, Yan Yueque took another breath of spiritual power, leaped up, and slammed his wrist forward!

The shining lightsaber pierced straight through the Demon God's chest!

Feng Qiwu's face turned gloomy, and he endured it again and again, and finally made a "poof" sound and spurted out a mouthful of blood.

The Bright Holy Sword, although it was a body of energy, the divine aura contained in it was the nemesis of the death qi he manipulated. The two auras collided violently in his body, and what brought him was another layer of damage.

The demon god's armor dissipated piece by piece, the majestic wings were annihilated with the wind, and Feng Qiwu also leaned back and fell straight to the ground.

At the same time, Lu Hongyu was also knocked to the ground by Tuoba Demon's lightning marksmanship.

In this land, the wounded and the dead are dead, and the only one who is still standing upright is probably Qi He, who stayed out of the matter the whole time and is still counting together.

quickly put the situation into the way, Lu Hongyu immediately made a decision and raised his hand to throw a smoke bomb. When a large amount of dispersed smoke drowned out everyone's sight, he ran to Feng Qiwu's side in the direction of his previous memory and tentatively helped him up.

"City Lord, let's go!"

With Feng Qiwu's strength, in this thick smoke, it is not enough to be blind. The shame of being put on the head by Tianxiao Pavilion also made him unwilling to give up.

At the last moment, he still raised his hand and waved, and the dark mist, accompanied by the oppression of his soul, shot into the body of the undead warrior.

"Yan Yueque, this is my last gift to you!"

Just now, he actually made a quick decision and terminated the soul contract with these Yin soldiers.

When they become ownerless ghosts, they are instinctively cruel and will kill anyone they see. And next, the first victim must be Yan Yueque and his party.

Giving up such a large number of troops at one time, Feng Qiwu certainly felt a pity. But in the final analysis, this is only in the virtual space anyway, and after returning to reality, there is no broken soul contract.

Of course, even if he really subdued all the virtual soldiers just now, he would disappear when he returned to the real world.

In the final analysis, everything in the virtual world, good and bad, injuries, honor and disgrace, will be cleared after the return. The only thing that will remain is probably the friendship they left on the battlefield and the determination they awakened.

Sure enough, in the faint outline of the mist, a group of undead soldiers bared their teeth and claws, and began to pounce on Yan Yueque. And this short-term blockade also bought a little time for Feng Qiwu and the others.

……

Two fast horses broke through the faint fog, and behind them, splashed the loess.

Although he broke out of the range of the mass grave, he was still a long way from his own city. Their crisis was not resolved, and the enemy would soon be able to catch up again.

Feng Qiwu struggled to pull the reins of the horse, and from time to time he would still spit out a few mouthfuls of blood.

You can't escape like this...... They will soon be able to get rid of those Yin soldiers, and they are still injured, what should they do......?

"City Lord," Lu Hongyu seemed to see through his concerns at this time, and suddenly took the initiative to speak, "You go first, I'll be responsible for luring them away!"

Feng Qiwu was stunned, and at the same time, there was a subtle sense of being seen through: "Then what should you do?"

"On the battlefield, who is qualified to live depends on whose life is more meaningful to the whole team!" Lu Hongyu's voice was firm, "I'm just an ordinary soldier, but you're different, you are the coach of Group B, and it's more important for you to live than for me to live." ”

Only when it comes to the moment of life and death can he understand what Guan Lin once said about "the king" and "the general who protects the king".

It is clear that he will not be king.

Then, for the sake of the ultimate great cause, to lay the foundation for the king, he will not run away.

Feng Qiwu was silent for a long time before he said in a low voice: "You have to think clearly, you really don't regret this death?"

Lu Hongyu pretended to smile freely: "Didn't you also say that this is just a virtual game? Even if you die, it's not really death." When the time comes, I will still support you on the sidelines. ”

With a grim face, he hurriedly urged: "I don't have time to say more, the enemy is about to catch up, city lord, go quickly!"

After the words fell, he turned his spear, slashed at his forearm, looked at the blood dripping and spilled, nodded towards Feng Qiwu again, and then suddenly draped the cloak embroidered with the city lord's logo on his back, pulled the brim of his hat straight over his head, and fled quickly in another direction.

The war horse went all the way, leaving only a line of deep and shallow horseshoe prints, as well as blood stains sprinkled here and there, symbolizing his end, poignant and tragic.

The direction he ran in was his desperate path, but he still did not hesitate.

Feng Qiwu looked at the direction he was far away, and his always gloomy face suddenly showed a trace of inexplicable expression.

……

The Tuoba Demon, who got rid of the entanglement of the Yin soldiers, followed the bloodstains all the way, and saw the war horse in front of him, as well as the crooked figure on the horseback.

"Feng Qiwu, stop for me!" Tuoba Demon was overjoyed, and with a loud shout, he threw the spear in his hand and shot straight at the back of the figure in front of him.

It's mine to win the head of the Group B coach!

However, Tuoba Demon is also cautious, even if Feng Qiwu is seriously injured, with his background as the young master of the Nine Shadows Palace, if he uses all means, he may not be his opponent. Therefore, he did not throw this shot to knock the enemy off his horse immediately, but in the hope that it would have some delaying effect.

Who knew that this shot was thrown, but the "Feng Qiwu" seemed to be seriously injured, and he didn't resist at all, and the gun stabbed straight into his back. And his figure also staggered on the horse's back, and fell forward, all by holding the horse's reins so that he did not fall on the spot.

Tuoba Demon was suspicious in his heart, and stepped forward, and what he saw turned out to be Lu Hongyu, who was wearing the city lord's head canopy, his face was splashed with blood, but he was still holding up in front of him and sitting up again!

"Is that you?" Tuoba Demon frowned, "What about Feng Qiwu?"

Lu Hongyu sneered, raised the spear in his hand, and fought forward: "Yes, if you want to catch our city lord, you must pass my level first!"

Although when he saw the Tuoba Demon, his heart sank straight, and it seemed that Yan Yueque and Qi You, who were the most difficult, still chased after the other side after all. I don't know if Yi Feng Qiwu's current situation can escape safely.

But no matter what, he still has to drag the Tuoba Demon here!

Even if it comes at the cost of life.

(End of chapter)