"The black clouds crush the city and want to destroy it, and the armor light opens to the sun. The pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info "This situation and this scene are reflecting this poem."

As far as the eye can see, the black pressure is full of ferocious strange ghosts, and the disparity in strength and number makes the fortress of the Ninth Legion like a lonely boat, swaying in the stormy waves.

Suddenly, the wind and clouds changed, and an overlapping figure jumped into the air, and the light on his body bloomed, like a ray of sunlight shining down from the crack in the clouds. However, it was not the sunshine, it was the true qi that Chen Wusheng and the tyrant had urged. Chen Wusheng transmitted a large amount of true qi in his body to the tyrant, and the six driving devices were at full power at the same time, shining brightly, like a black armor draped in a dazzling battle suit, and then connected the six real weapons behind the tyrant.

Yes, Chen Wusheng put all the real weapons that had not yet been sold behind the tyrant, and the unfolded real weapons were like a pair of wings at this time, exuding a blue glow in the dark night. The tyrant who was high above was now a veritable king, ruling over the world. Below, a group of irrational monsters, their hands outstretched, their mouths open, and the sound of clicking for unknown reasons.

"Sanctions from heaven!"

Six rays of light fell to the ground, and like a stroke of God, they cut through the "black soil", and everything they passed turned into ashes. Even a large strange ghost that is more than ten meters tall is still vulnerable to the light.

The good times don't last long, and the "good" things are destined not to last long. The light came and went fast, and the blink of an eye was gone. Falling back to the ground, Chen Wusheng did not rush to attack, but let the tyrant raise his left hand and suck up the life force that filled the air.

At first, Chen Wusheng had the mentality of trying it out, "Demon Chaos" can absorb true qi, and it is unknown whether it can absorb the spirit of strange ghosts. It wasn't until the soul power, which was invisible to outsiders, fell into the orb on the left glove of the Battle Soul Armor Tyrant that Chen Wusheng secretly breathed a sigh of relief, and a relieved smile appeared on his face.

[Sure enough, it succeeded, no matter what the strange ghosts are, as long as they can move, the existence of qi is indispensable. True qi is a kind of qi in the final analysis, and the operation of all things in the world is inseparable from qi, whether it is a living person or a practice, as long as there is qi, I can absorb it for my own use. 】

"No matter how little mosquito meat is, it's still meat, and with this gas, the rest is much easier."

In Chen Wusheng's perspective, there were a large number of balls of light floating in the air, some large and some small. The small ones are the size of an eyeball, and the big ones are the size of a head. The color of the photosphere also varies, with the most abundant being white, which can be found everywhere. The second is green, and there is bound to be an eyeball-sized green ball of light in almost three or four white balls. Then there is the blue that is not easy to see, and finally the rare orange ball of light.

Only on the large alien ghost can you be lucky enough to see the orange ball of light, needless to say, these balls of light must be related to the strength and quantity of "qi".

At first, the Soul Eater Bead on the back of the tyrant's hand could only glow faintly, but only the ball of light around Chen Wusheng was inspired, gathered like a tadpole and submerged into the orb. The ball of light is like a firefly, and it is not enough to light up the night alone, and even if you want to light up the surroundings, it seems weak. However, ten, hundred, and thousands of "fireflies" gathered together, like a torch, not as bright as the sun, but with a scorching heat that drives away the cold of the night.

The light in the dark night has always attracted "moths", and after smelling the yang energy of the living person, the strange ghost paused, and looked at the living person Chen Wusheng nearby.

"Click!"

The strangers let out a high-pitched roar and swooped down. Facing the strange ghosts coming from all directions, Chen Wusheng unhurriedly commanded the tyrant to take out the magic spear, and docked the tail of the spear with the handle of the Longquan knife to form a glaive knife. Whether it is the Longquan Knife or the Magic Spear, its own weight is not small, and now the two are joined to become a Glaive Knife, and the weight is even more exaggerated.

Because of its heavy weight, the power of slashing and slashing is not trivial. But because of this, it is not suitable for killing enemies on the battlefield, but has become a weapon for training, honor guards, or palace guards. What's more, the two weapons that make up this glaive are made of precious metals that are rare in the world, and their weight is far better than that of ordinary weapons, and ordinary monks are not willing to use them at all.

"Click!"

The docking and nesting of the Longquan Knife and the Demon Spear was completed, and at this time, a large wave of strange ghosts flew towards Chen Wusheng and the tyrant. Chen Wusheng, who closed his eyes and urged the exercises, suddenly opened his eyes, and the things around him became extremely slow in his eyes. The immovable tyrant waved the Glaive Sword casually in Chen Wusheng's eyes, his movements were gentle and elegant, neither fast nor slow. In fact, in the eyes of outsiders, the moment the strange ghosts swooped up, only a silver light flashed, and a whole circle of strange ghosts were cut down together.

The death of their own kind did not deter the other strangers, who stepped on the corpses of their fellow citizens and continued their attack, and then were killed. No matter how persevering they were, attacking Chen Wusheng in front of each other, the result was that after a flash of cold light, the corpses separated.

Around Chen Wusheng and the tyrant, more and more corpses piled up. The strange ghost whose skin is as hard as steel, in front of the huge Glaive Knife, is like a paper tiger, and it will break with a single stab.

Things are not destined to end uneventfully, and if the strange ghost only has this ability, it will not become a nightmare for Qingyun County for twenty years.

I don't know if the strange ghosts are instinctive or commanding, and before they know it, they are constantly trampling and reuniting into a flood beast. "Beast" had no superfluous thoughts, and from the moment it took shape, it had only one goal, to "devour" Chen Wusheng.

The Glaive Knife is of course a force that can be used to kill any enemy with its domineering power, and it is not a problem to block it alone. However, no matter how strong it was, it couldn't stop the attack of the water, and no matter how fast the Glaive Knife wielded, it couldn't stop all the strange ghosts that flew like arrows. A group of strange ghosts were killed, followed by another batch, and after only a stick of incense, a hill-high corpse mountain was erected around Chen Wusheng and the tyrant.

Finally, the corpse mountain was overwhelmed and collapsed, although the tyrant could take away a dozen or so strange ghosts with every swing of his sword, but he couldn't stop the endless stream of strange ghosts.

Seeing that Chen Wusheng was about to be buried, the tyrant held the knife in both hands and stuck his sword into the ground with a single knife, and the rippled blue true qi appeared, sweeping the audience. The nearer ghosts were annihilated on the spot, and the farther ones were not reduced to crumbles, but they were not much better, and their bodies were all mutilated and indistinct, as if they had been burned by fire.

From beginning to end, Chen Wusheng did not move, he stood in front of the tyrant, unmoved. After too many lives and deaths, death is a rare and ordinary thing for him. It wasn't until the surroundings were emptied again that Chen Wusheng suddenly moved, and his hands were sealed.

"I am my fighting spirit."

"My body is my shield, my arm is my blade, and my blood is a flame!"

"The night is filled with the smell of blood, and the silent moonlight never shines, and it is death that lingers."

"An illusory soul can't hide the faith of a warrior."

"The trumpet of war is sounded, it is pain and wounds, it is blood and fire, it is war and thunder, it is the glory of the past."

"The fire beats with despair, who is whispering, who is calling us."

"A solemn mission will never be forgotten."

"Weeping swords, broken shields, flaming battle flags."

"Wars come and go, and my soldiers are always loyal!"

"My soldiers are immortal!"

"Come out! Our warriors, we have nothing to fear, because we are war! ”

With the end of the chanting, a large number of figures appeared behind Chen Wusheng, they were neatly arranged, they seemed to be composed of blue true qi, and they were not living people at all. Don't think that they are not real people, they are some perfunctory things, as long as you look closely, you will find that they are all lifelike, no different from real people.

Looking at the familiar faces, Chen Wusheng had mixed feelings in his heart. Facing them, Chen Wusheng smiled helplessly.

"Hey, I thought there would never be another day when you were summoned, but I didn't expect that nearly a thousand years later, I would have to fight side by side with you."

There was only silence in response to Chen Wusheng, and all the "soldiers" silently cast resolute eyes.

"Line up!"

"Attack!"

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