Old, dilapidated ghost ships sail on the city walls, breaking the waves without wind.

At this moment, there was naturally no wide river or even sea on the city wall for warships to navigate, so the ghost ship naturally "crushed" over the defenders, but shockingly, none of the soldiers were injured as a result, and the pain in their wounds was greatly relieved.

It's an amazing thing.

However, when it sailed into the undead army, a large amount of water vapor was released from the broken muzzles, and the huge cannons made of seawater roared, and large pieces of ice smashed into the bones and skeletons like hailstones, and many of the undead were frozen, and they did not know when they could break free.

Leorik cleaved a piece of pale blue ice with his hand, a large amount of ice chips splashed everywhere, he frowned, looked at the ghost ship that was speeding through the waves, and swung his left arm into a fist, smashing out the flames from the deepest part of the netherworld again.

The flames exploded a large ball of fire on the dragon head of the warship, but what flew out from the explosion was not wood blocks and iron plates, but the splash of water in the tent.

By the time the ghost ship sailed in front of Leorik and Naix, the dilapidated ship could no longer hold itself steady, and it collapsed and destroyed as if it had lost all its strength, and the vast expanse of water exploded into an irresistible storm on the sea.

Like an upside-down mountain range crushing away, the power of the sea is beyond human power!

However, like the sea, it is not the sea after all.

The simulated stormy waves are not real stormy waves after all.

Leorik raised the bone knife in his hand, his empty eyes filled with soul fire, and the faint runes at his feet seemed to be filled with blood, becoming vivid and bright and then eclipsed.

Then, unpretentiously, cut down.

This knife looks extremely simple.

There is no wind and clouds changing color, no sky collapsing and the earth cracking, no stars falling, no earth opening and closing.

It's just an ordinary knife.

Because it is ordinary, it is simple.

Because it's simple, it's focused.

Because of focus, so powerful.

The seemingly unstoppable monstrous waves parted in front of it.

Its feet cracked in the walls.

But a splash of water can't be stained with its skeleton.

In the undead barracks, the old man who was closing his eyes and recuperating suddenly opened his eyes, and a glimmer of light flashed in his eyes.

The old man shook his head and smiled.

"It's kind of interesting. ”

Compared to Leoric's calmness, even Naix, who is the ghoul king, can hardly maintain his calmness, and the purple light on his claws is even more abundant, accompanied by a hoarse roar to protect his face.

The waves knocked it to the ground.

Its body was embedded in the ground of the city wall, and the bricks were cracked into countless fine pieces, like the jade clothes of the emperors in the ancient tombs that had been eroded by time.

The transcendent ghoul king is still so embarrassed, although the surrounding undead army is not the first to bear the brunt, but if it is photographed by the huge waves, I am afraid it will be even more unbearable, and eleven powerful undead of the ancient shadow spirit level work together to build a barrier to stop the raging waves of the sea.

The next moment, however, they fell into some kind of eerie silence together.

By reaching the Eternal Shadow Spirit level, the undead can already reforge most of their bodies.

However, at this moment, the phantom of their flesh was shattered like a bubble, and the soul flame in their eyes gradually faded and disappeared.

People are afraid because of the unknown, and they are also curious because of the unknown.

On the way to explore the outside world, no matter how experienced the captain is, it is difficult to predict the strange and changeable weather.

This ghost ship is not an ordinary ship, but Dai Lin's former flagship.

When other ships are destroyed, it is the last soul of a fleet!

It carries the obsession of countless adventurers who died in the sea but still succeeds one after another, accumulating thousands of years of obsession and advancing towards its goal.

The Eternal Shadow Spirits were truly powerful, and the shield wall constructed by the eleven Ancient Shadow Spirits was even more impregnable.

But no matter how strong you are, how can you withstand the will of countless generations?

Leorik felt the dead souls around him scatter and fall silent, and the originally dim soul fire in his eyes gradually turned red.

He looked coldly at the high-spirited human soldiers in front of him, and decided to wait until he killed all these ants and then transformed them into skeleton warriors.

But the next moment, a long, wide knife slashed open at his face, interrupting his thoughts.

The long knife was thousands of meters away one moment, but the next moment it suddenly appeared.

The long knife seemed unremarkable, but the blade was surrounded by a pale blue stream of water.

A tidal wave rushed towards him, as if it was about to swallow everything in front of him.

It was a sudden, but not more than Leorik had expected.

Because the fleet, there will not be no commander-in-chief.

What the flagship does, the commander will come!

Weeping Blood has turned into the hardest reef.

The waves swept in and could break the reef.

But that takes menstrual years, and it takes time to build.

It is not something that can be passed by a mighty wave.

The tide receded, sweeping away more than a dozen dry bones.

They will be treasured by the sea, waiting to be discovered and seen again in thousands of years.

Leorik looked at the man with the knife in front of him, at his vicissitudes of life, at his somewhat messy beard, at his cloak raised like a battle flag, and at the strange and ugly smile on his skull's face.

"Dai Lin, with you, who dares to say that marching to the ocean is a fool's dream?"

Nyx was furious.

He deserves to be angry.

As a powerful demon protector of the transcendent saint level, as the king of ghouls, a strong man with an artifact like the armband of the king of evil, he was easily run over by the ghost ship, and now he was injured by the tide.

Throughout, apart from the surprise blow that burst out of Leorik's body, he didn't even strike again, and he was wounded several times.

So he's angry.

He swung his claws, and the blood-red corrosive light flickered again, and Dai Lin's wounds, which had been paralyzed by the ghost ship, were suddenly all painful as if they had been torn apart, and at the same time, Nexus roared and his whole body was blood-red, entering a real rage.

But there are people who are even angrier than him.

With a clear roar, a blood-red figure came in an instant, and her plump body seemed to contain endless power, and her body turned into a burning meteorite and smashed into Nex, and the flag behind her was waving, it was an unfallen military flag.

Perhaps it was because she was so fast, the wind howled past her, and the blood-red and gold-sealed banners hunted as if they were about to engulf everything around her.

If Dai Lin is a fleet that refuses to give in in the storm.

Then Theresten is a never-say-die army full of horses!

Her sword was too big.

So not suitable for spikes.

More suitable for chopping.

Best for smashing.

The greatsword in her right hand slammed into Nex's claws.

Nex's claws shot out, as if opening a mountain of rubble, unstoppable.

Theresine's giant sword slashed down, as if ten thousand horsemen were charging, like thunder.

There was no fancy, no conspiracy, and neither of them dodged or dodged, and the claw and sword met in this way, and a thunderous roar rang out.

Ordinary demon protectors with a lower cultivation realm were shocked by this thunder, and ordinary sergeants were even more in unbearable pain in their ears, and on the side of the undead army, there were actually ribs, arm bones, and phalanges on the skeleton's body that were shocked and fell off!

Theresine's left-handed sword was raised from the bottom up, and Nex's claws met it again.

The claw and the sword met again, and there was another loud bang!

There is no retreat, retreat is a diarrhoea, and if the momentum is a thousand miles!

The iron sword kept falling, the claws kept striking out, and the powerful forces met and separated, without a moment's pause.

A continuous thunderclap rang out.

Nyx is a very powerful demon protector, and the Evil King's armband is a very powerful piece of equipment, so even if it is only a four-star transcendent saint, it is still almost the same as the half-step champion Theresine.

At least for the time being, there is no winner or loser.

But there is almost no gap, and there is still a gap.

But for the time being, there is no winner or loser, and after all, there is still a winner.

Nyx didn't want to think about the victory, it just kept waving its claws, as if enjoying the hearty battle, unwilling to retreat or stop.

But someone saw that after one hundred and twenty-four moves, it would die at the hands of Theresine.

And that person doesn't want it to die.

Then thousands of ghosts reappeared, and the Radiant Sword flashed with brilliant starlight.

None other than Damon.