There is a magic sound on the giant sword, not to mention urging the heart and lungs, but to us, it is also uncomfortable and tight.

Simonley's power is huge, or it is a weapon formed by the dead soul, and it does not have weight in the conventional sense, in short, a giant sword with a wide door panel, held in his hand, is about the same as a toothpick, dancing like flying, as he wants.

The Dead Souls formed the Greatsword, but due to their large numbers, the Greatsword could not contain it, and the remaining Dead Souls flew in the air, following their master, Simonley, like us, and pounced on us with all their might.

This scene, if you want to say that you are not nervous, it is fake, the general fighting method, I hacked you to death, you were hacked to death by me, it has nothing to do with the soul, where to go after death, if it is planted this time, the prospect is probably really not good, and it falls into the hands of the demon god who specializes in fiddling with the soul, and the end is very sour to think about.

Although I was a little apprehensive in my heart, I had to be strong on the surface, and this is the truth that if you lose, you won't lose the battle.

Facing Simonley, who was united and rushing over, I leaned down, grabbed the Xuantian Thunder Pattern Sword with one hand, and pointed forward with the other.

Simonley brought, nine and a half out of ten are black souls, these souls are similar to lonely souls and wild ghosts, a large number of them are wiped out, but at the same time, the power of the Wakamu sword is also rapidly consumed, correspondingly, my mana is like flowing water that opens the floodgates, never returning, and disappearing extremely quickly.

This level of anti-hurricane is really annoying, but the demon god of the people is clearly playing with the sea of people, no, it is a ghost sea tactic, and it is impossible to give up such a big advantage.

So I could only ride the tide of the souls of these black people and rush forward at the same time.

The one who ran faster than me was Huang Bawang, who was holding the special shovel in his hand at this time and raised it above his head, as if he had made up his mind to give this demon god a ruthless blow.

Because of my cover in front of him, the Yellow Overlord could be said to have been unimpeded all the way, and soon rushed to Simonley's horse.

Simonley was also running forward, beneath the horse's hooves, all the way covered in charred black burns.

He is a warrior, but the most important thing is a commander, originally he himself was unwilling to go into battle, but at this time, the quality of his soul was all the worst, and it was clear that he was definitely not the opponent of these two guys, Zhao Zhilong's own cultivation was not enough, even if he got King Solomon's objects, he couldn't find too many 'troops', so he had to charge forward.

But having said that, Simonley's experience in the war is also extremely rich, and the powerful demon god can't be scared, and the martial arts are naturally stronger than the two of us.

Huang Bawang's spade was slapped, and all the dead souls that were blocked in the middle were shattered into slag, and when they reached the vicinity of Simmonley's body, their strength did not decrease at all.

The giant sword in Simonley's hand was like a butterfly piercing flowers, a giant sword with a wide door panel, turned out of an arc, and was stunned to bypass the shovel head of the big shovel of the Yellow Overlord, and hit the iron rod, a giant sword, it is indeed not easy to play like this.

Huang Bawang's power is very great, and the so-called pulling out of the mountain may not work, but it is no problem to raise a big tripod.

However, what people compare with him is not only strength, one person and one horse, the combined strength is not as simple as one plus one equals two, the power brought by the charge, and the change in the impact angle have all led to the defeat of Huang Bawang.

All of a sudden, Huang Bawang became a rolling gourd, and the shovel was shaken off, flew out of the way, and was inserted diagonally into the ground.

Although Simon used his ingenuity to repel the Yellow Overlord at once, he was also affected a little, and the forward momentum of the dark horse was inevitably weakened by a few points.

I know that I definitely don't have the strength of Huang Bawang, he can't do it, and I'm choking enough, so I didn't hit it hard, but used clever tricks.

When the men and horses met, I rolled to the side and passed over the side of the horse's hooves, and at the same time, the Xuantian Thunder Pattern Sword in my hand blocked the position of the black horse's legs.

At the same time, Wakaki's sword stabbed straight at the golden crow's beak, which was the tip of the sword, pointing directly at Simonley's chest.

Simonley frowned, but this move obviously did not make it difficult for him, he showed his superb riding skills, both hands on the hilt of the giant sword, and then both hands were divided, and the giant sword was split in two, the left hand sword blocked my Xuantian Thunder Pattern Sword, causing me to fail to cut into a horse's leg, and the right hand sword slammed out, smashed on the spine of the sword, and knocked the Wakaki sword out.

I felt a tremendous force, but it was bearable, after all, in a hurry, Simonley's strength was not enough.

So I took a few steps backwards before I stood firm and summoned the Wakaki sword back.

The fight just now, although there was no winner or loser, was full of dangers.

Simonley's dead souls have been killed by me a lot, but this kind of thing is really not unusual for him, and his face is not frowning.

Huang Bawang also picked up the shovel at this time, and the shovel made of various alloys and Shoushan copper was cast, and there was a trace on the rod.

The traces are not deep, but the eyes of the Yellow Overlord looking at Simonley are full of anger.

"The strongest among mortals, as an existence beyond mortals, your souls must be precious, I need them to be my collection!"

Simonley clasped his hands together, and the two long swords merged into a giant sword.

In the battle just now, a lot of dead souls turned into giant swords were also hung up, otherwise, how could they leave marks on the weapons made of Shoushan copper.

However, now many dead souls have run into the giant sword again, and the black light on the giant sword flashed, and it was the same as before.

At this moment, we all feel a little tricky, Huang Bawang is angry again, and he also knows that the enemy is strong and I am weak, this kind of play is really annoying.

"Come on, you want me to show your strength!"

Simonley shouted again, and the black horse began to gouge its hooves again.

At this moment, a panting voice came:

"Simonley, you're not in Africa, you're in charge of those dead souls, what are you doing here, this is not your territory, be careful and you won't be able to go back!"

The person who spoke was none other than the deputy director of the 49th Bureau, Zheng Fatzi.

Zheng Fatzi ran up from the bottom of the mountain, although the mountain was not too high, he was still sweating profusely.

When I saw Zheng Fatzi, my heart relaxed a lot.

When Simonley saw Zheng Fatzi, he obviously had some questions, why did a guy who seemed to be an ordinary mortal dare to speak like this to himself, a great demon god?

When Zheng Fatzi appeared, Jiugong and others also came to the scene.