The blue-gray hand grabbed Mo Jun's ankle fiercely.

The sneak attacker hid in Mo Jun's back, grabbed him by the ankle and locked it like a man who had fallen off a cliff holding a rope. The muscular, shriveled arm was almost as strong as the spiced phoenix claws in the store, but no one would have imagined that the skinny palm had a grip like iron pincers. Mo Jun had already tucked the Wind Thunder Sword at his waist, he thought that these ghost soldiers had been scattered all over the ground after suffering such a blow, and there was no way to resist at all, so he couldn't break free at this time.

There was a hot pain and contraction at his ankles, and the next moment he was dragged by the ghost hand with great force like a fragile sorghum stalk, and even Mo Jun's body had to move to maintain his body balance, seeing that he was about to fall down in a hurry, falling into this ghost corpse on the ground, the swordsmith suddenly rushed out from behind him and resisted his back, and then brandished the fiery red long sword that fell from Bi Fang's body and stabbed it hard, Mo Jun only felt that his calf was splashed with a cold liquid, and he didn't need to think much to know what kind of filthy blood it was.

"Don't be careless, they're weird. ”

Fang Yu's voice came from behind, and there was a little jealousy and killing in his tone.

Mo Jun looked at the corpses of the half-ghost soldiers that were constantly wriggling on the ground, and frowned, "Can they be killed?"

"It can be killed, but it has to hit them somewhere in the right chest. The swordsmith paused, as if he had lit a cigarette, "It took a few tries to get out, and only then can their will and mobility be completely shattered." ”

"Right chest, yes, I got it. Mo Jun didn't dare to take back his weapon at this time, and was just about to look around to see if there were still ghost soldiers without breath, but he heard a crisp burst of cheers not far away. Then came a series of black shadows that came into view—this black shadow was actually a ghost soldier flying in the air!

"Hell yes. Fang Yu was so frightened that he almost fell out of his mouth, and then he found that this ghost soldier who had ascended to the sky was the handiwork of Zhao Qiuhan, who was charging ahead. But seeing that this strange woman carried several ghost soldiers all the way to a protruding rock wall, stabbing them like a string of sugar gourds, and then she used all her strength to pick up the spear in her hand, and then shook it with her strength, and several ghost soldiers at the end of the "sugar gourd" flew in the direction of Mo Jun and the swordsmith.

"Okay!" Zhao Qiuhan's clear eyes showed a hint of laughter, this smile was replaced by a battle intent and a solemn expression in an instant, she threw out the ghost soldier and then retreated, letting the spear and the ghost soldier fall freely from the air, falling to the ground like a tilted tower, and then she held the gun in both hands and slammed it violently, as if wielding a fly swatter, the spear and the ghost soldier pierced by the spear to the ground.

Boom!

The moment before the ghost soldier's body came into close contact with the ground, Zhao Qiuhan had already quickly pulled the spear out of the ghost soldier's body, and then turned around with the force of the spear, and at the same time, the alloy spear that shone with silver brilliance swung a dazzling fan shape in the air.

The gun swept, then the gun was collected, then the stab, and then the stab, and the gun was like a shower.

- Gun Skills - Rainstorm Pear Flower Gun!

As soon as those ghost soldiers landed, they were swept by a nail gun, and a large area of blue-black blood gushed out from the dense deep concave wounds, and Zhao Qiuhan, who caused such a tragic situation, did not change his face, his arms drove his body to move continuously, and then stabbed the spear in his hand, and a slender ponytail jumped with the pace, and her momentum was like a storm that suppressed the ghost soldiers to the ground without stopping.

Collect the guns, like a rain shower.

After turning around and looking at the ghost soldiers around who were no longer able to move, Zhao Qiuhan stood with his gun and wiped the sweat left over from the strenuous activity with his hands. And the eyes of Mo Jun and the others looking at her have changed, from questioning her strength to being convinced at this time and even... Fear?

Cang Yuan swallowed his saliva, and secretly said where did Mo Jun find the killing embryo, he hadn't even finished the second spell, and the ghost soldiers had already exploded into a hornet's nest - if you can't find a weak point, then bucket your whole body!

And the swordsmith Fang Yu was even more staggered, the ghost soldiers he had tried for a long time to find out were fatal, and they were easily found out by a few shots. The number and distribution of the wounds of those ghost soldiers who were killed by Zhao Qiuhan were very regular, first a large area of stabbing and testing like a hornet's nest, and then gradually narrowing the range, and finally locking on the right chest area, and finally the ghost soldiers almost killed directly through the right chest with one shot!

"What a powerful girl, we can't fall out of the limelight. Fang Yu shrugged his shoulders, looked at the few ghost soldiers who were picked into the air and flew to his side, and sneered twice, then took out another spare thin sword from behind his back, bent his knees slightly to accumulate strength, and saw its figure rushing into the sky like a cannonball, flashing through the gap between the several ghost soldiers who were falling, and finally reaching the commanding heights in the air that looked down on all the enemies.

At the moment when the momentum was exhausted and paused slightly, Fang Yu's body reversed, and his feet suddenly stepped out of the void, and he shot out in the opposite direction. However, at this time, he had already shown two sharp weapons with blades like autumn frost and held them in his hands, his arms spread like wings, and the whole person was like a ghost fighter reflecting cold light.

However, defense is not a fighter, and in the next moment, he turned into a rapidly spinning top, and as his body rotated at high speed, the two long swords became extremely deadly like blades in a meat grinder, almost crippling at the touch. No matter how high the ghost soldier's resistance to slashing is, even if he is petrified into a marble body, he will be sharpened into powder in this storm of blades.

The inverted hanging spinning top turned by the swordsmith killed the enemy and landed at a very fast speed, enduring the strong dizziness in his mind, Fang Yusao Bao put on a chic posture of a real man who never looked back, but he didn't hear the muffled sound of a ghost soldier landing for a long time, but he felt that the top of his head was much darker, and there were bursts of coldness.

Turning his head, he saw that the ghost soldiers were frozen in the air by the white frost flames that were substantial, and the frost flames extended four pillar-like flames from the air to support the weight of the ghost soldiers, which didn't need to be thought about to know whose handwriting, and the man's voice also came.

"I can't let you rob it all, so let me vent a thing or two. ”

Mo Jun grinned at the swordsmith, and just wanted to urge the frost flame in the Cangsheng Realm to freeze the ghost soldiers in the air, but there was a violent spell fluctuation next to him, so that even a sword-wielding melee trialist like Mo Jun and the swordsmith could sense the rich energy contained in it. Then they saw a sudden gray-white bone spear pierce through the right chest of a ghost soldier, disappearing into the distant sky like an intercontinental missile, and followed by dozens of sharp fragments that exuded a frosty aura, although it was much empty due to the caster's poor accuracy, but the ghost soldiers who were fixed in place were originally living targets that could not move, and the number of fragments was quite large, enough for these ghost soldiers to be killed one by one.

Then Rod and Cang Yuan walked over, and the former patted Mo Jun on the shoulder approvingly, "This trick is good, it will be used to trap the enemy in the future." ”

What a bastard! I've become your master's special assistant, right?

Complaining fiercely in his heart, Mo Jun also had to admit that this battle was quite beautiful, except for being trapped by the illusion world at the beginning and having nothing to do, when facing the ghost soldiers, his own side almost killed several times the number of enemies on his own side in a crushing attitude. Among them, Zhao Qiuhan made great contributions, one person pinned down and killed nearly one-third of the ghost soldiers, and the swordsmith followed, first blocking the ghost soldiers from approaching Rod and Cangyuan, and then quickly eliminated the enemy with the suppression of the latter two's firepower, and could also find a gap to help Mo Jun break the siege, and the role of Wu Qianmeng was more obvious, and the foundation for victory had been laid for everyone before the battle began.

A... Quite a strong team, enough to crush the team of more than a dozen ghost soldiers with high-level strength of Ember. This is not the power controlled by Mo Jun, but an unstable team condensed by temporary trust and kindness, I am afraid that after passing this campaign mission, they will go their separate ways, but this kind of team is actually much higher and stronger than the survivability of the rookie team formed by Mo Jun before, and it is also much stronger, just like the difference between a flock of sheep and a pack of wolves.

"Could it be that I made a mistake in the idea of starting with a newcomer to cultivate teammates?" Mo Jun couldn't help but fall into deep thought, and only shook his head when the rest of the people had finished cleaning up the battlefield, secretly saying that this kind of problem had to wait at least until he could return to the main god space alive.

The enemies on the field, whether they were the trialists of the hostile camp or the ghost soldiers who appeared inexplicably, had all been wiped out, except for Mo Jun and his party, there were probably no living creatures within a radius of a few miles.

"The reward for killing the ghost soldiers is indeed rich, and I have received nearly a hundred merit points. Zhao Qiuhan took the lead, and the heroine sister at this time took off the outer leather armor in order to be refreshing, and only the white tights that were close to the skin were left on her upper body, showing the attributes of her borage milk perfectly.

A hundred meritorious points may seem like a few, but don't forget that this is only an incomplete contribution of more than a dozen ghost soldiers, and Mo Jun's completion of the Wang Qi game is only a reward of 500 meritorious deeds.

"It's no wonder that the Great War Bands and the Scattered Trialists flock to this place. Cang Yuan touched his head, "At this rate, I'm afraid that it won't take more than a month to get together the 5,000 merits needed for the main quest, and then just find a place to honestly wait for the mission time to come." ”

"That's not necessarily as simple as you say. The swordsmith's face was always a little gloomy, and everyone followed the sound to look at it, and between them, Fang Yu took out two boxes with a rich blood glow, which were the killing relics that could be obtained from the trialists!

"This is the killing relic I got from the two sneak attackers, and the hint I gave me at the time was, 'You killed the enemy faction trialist and obtained 43 merit points and killing relics from them'" Fang Yu threw the cigarette butt that burned to the end on the ground, stomped on it a few times with his foot, and said ruthlessly: "This kind of hint will appear for every person I kill, which means that killing each other between the opposing camps will definitely get the merit points on the opponent's body, as well as the killing relics!"

"The protagonist of this battle of sealing ghosts in the Seal Realm is our trialists, two trialists with different camps, and two groups of trialists who will inevitably fight desperately in order to obtain the merits and killing relics on each other's bodies!"