"Blood, flesh!"

The hoarse and violent howls, with the blood-like firelight, the half-ghosts, who were more than a foot tall, smelled the smell of fresh blood and bones in the fierce wind.

They dragged countless blood-stained weapons, and they poured in from all directions in the crowd of resentful spirits and ghosts.

A wide variety of appearances.

Blue-faced fangs, with three or one eyes, some with horns on their heads, some with bone spurs, and others, like beasts, have long tails that flick, most of them are covered with armor-like scales.

Some of the rather chic ghost things will also have decorations such as manes.

They were all human beings.

But for various reasons, they choose to become ghosts, and in the same way inflict the suffering they have suffered on those who have never seen hell, as if by doing so, they can relieve the resentment in their hearts.

"Click"

There was a terrifying chewing sound, echoing in the gloomy wind.

The bearded warrior with long and short knives, dead eyes, and bloodstained body raised his head, and saw a half-ghost dragging a black ghost gold rod, grasping an arm, like a chicken leg, chewing endlessly in his mouth full of fangs.

Blood dripped from that arm.

It may come from a Jianghu man who has been practicing martial arts all year round.

These flesh and blood, soaked by the nourishment of true warmth, exude the irresistible sweetness of the brutal ghosts.

The red-eyed ghost warrior looked at the group of embarrassed warriors gathered together in front of him with swords outward, and his bronze bell-like eyes were full of surprise.

"We thought you were gone."

The strange accent of Chinese sounded vaguely from the mouth of the ghost warrior, and it dropped the half-bitten arm, and there were little ghosts chattering and noisy behind him.

This ferocious ghost martial artist grabbed the heavy stick and held it with cyan ghost claws, and in between breaths, a scorching pillar of fire and light erupted from the eagle-like nostrils.

It stared at the silent warriors in front of it.

Say:

"How dare you come back, did you deliberately run to die?"

The bearded man did not answer.

The more than thirty people behind him did not answer.

Now that he has decided to fight to the death, there is nothing to say about these brutal ghosts.

In the wind full of all kinds of fishy smells, the aura hidden in it was incorporated into the body of these warriors, and they walked here, less than seven miles away from Dongying City, and it was not the first time they had experienced such a siege.

Everybody is tired.

Not only witnessed the tragic death of his comrades, but his heart was shocked.

Also because of the use of divine martial arts many times, the weight of the aura has made the tenacious physique almost to the limit, and speaking is a burden for them.

Seeing that the warriors who had been surrounded did not answer, the ghost warrior who was the leader felt that he was being despised, and in his brutal heart, there was naturally a burst of anger.

"Bang"

The heavy, bloody and flesh-covered ghost golden rod smashed to the ground, and the ghost warrior waved his claws and roared:

"Eat them!"

"Roar"

All the ghosts roared in unison, each with a supernatural spirit, a blazing firelight, a gust of yin wind, and a cold ice pick, and a ghostly shadow, they came from all around, and those warriors also dispersed silently.

Swords and fists, spears and spears, war bows and hidden weapons, axes, hooks and forks.

The blades that used to fight against humans are now being swung at all sorts of ghosts.

The opponent has changed, but the desire to win has not wavered.

The aura is mixed in the true qi, operating around the body of the warrior, and the greater power passes through the meridian acupuncture points, so that this martial art, which has been tempered for thousands of years, is also endowed with a different kind of power in this rapidly changing world.

"Bang"

The spider-like ghost creature was hit in the eye socket by the heavy punch that stepped forward from the wrong step, tearing apart the tough flesh like a dragon's roaring fist, and cracking the alienated skull apart with a fist like pounding garlic.

"Tear up"

The spear of the front stab, four or five inches of spear, as the warrior's hands shook, a little flying star blasted into the group of little ghosts, like a blade sweeping through the sharp aura, like a sickle cutting grass, killing all spirits.

"Bang"

The black two-handed axe danced in a circle, and the bursting technique launched a blood-red air flow, wrapping around the tall brute warrior's body, allowing him to seek the enemy in front of him with a more acute perception.

Jumped up, like a thousand boulders blasting into the group of ghosts.

In the next moment, the blood-colored axe slashed, like a strong wind, turning into a storm of blades.

And those flying hidden weapons.

In the blessing of Shenwu, these deadly gadgets, the moment they shot, broke through the speed of sound, and with a sonic boom, like a heavenly maiden scattering flowers, they hit the surrounding Quartet.

The warrior with the two swords, hacked to death a ghost, was attacked by the demon who rushed out of the soil, tore his calf, and the blood flowed, he fell to the ground, the double sword was still waving, and the sword wind forced the howling ghosts around to not get close.

If there was a thunderclap, three arrows burst through the air, nailing the three-headed sneaky creature to the ground, and two more flashed into the battle circle, each using martial arts to fight, and brought the wounded swordsman out of danger.

The ghosts in the rear were unwilling to get their hands on the delicacies that flew like this, and they still wanted to pursue, but there were also warriors holding heavy shields, three people in one, placing six heavy shields in front of them to block the attack of evil ghosts.

More than 30 people, with exquisite cooperation, cover up and kill each other, and there are mysterious martial arts, and the ghosts who fight cannot break through at all.

The leader of the ghost martial arts, seeing that the little ones could not break through, and were beaten so miserably by the mortal warriors, the anger in his heart was even worse, it howled, dragging the ghost gold rod like a battering ram, and wanted to step forward to break the formation.

But the twisted legs will take a step, and the sharp blade will burst through the air.

The long knife rolled up the strong wind, the knife aura lingered, and the fierce ghost martial cheeks ached, it screamed and retreated again and again, raised the long soldier in its hand, blocked the fatal knife, and blessed it with brute force, and ate this slash that should have broken the skull.

"Bell"

In the loud noise, the mace-like blade shook out the slightest debris, this very bluffing weapon, the beard that was burst up, slashed like a spider's web, almost about to shatter.

The power of this sword really frightened the Dongying monster who was showing off his might.

It is more than a zhang tall and has a beard of only about 1.8 meters, this scene is like a dwarf, and it repels the giant with a knife.

"Along the way, Yang killed seventeen brothers in battle, counting Lao Wang and Amei, it is nineteen."

The bearded man stood with his sword drawn.

A short knife was also drawn from the scabbard behind his back, and his body was wrapped in a thick smoke-like true qi, illuminating his cheeks, and the hoarse, stone-like sound of rubbing sounded in this chaotic battlefield.

The voice was not loud, and it could only be heard by the ghost warrior in front of him.

"I have slain twenty-eight of a demon like you, but it is not enough to comfort the dead."

The bearded man looked up.

The long and short knives in both hands burst out, and his figure was full of afterimages at this moment, just like scraping the bones and blowing in the wind, and before he could breathe, the blood on the body of the high ghost martial artist was splashed everywhere, and it howled in pain, and retreated again and again.

"Ten times as much as it will be returned!"

A low roar rolled angrily, and the killing intent turned into substance at this moment, and the bearded man boiled with murderous aura in his heart, and applied all the pain surging in his heart to the scattered knife style.

He seemed to feel, he could clearly feel, that the souls of those who had died in battle had not left.

They were right behind them.

Every time he kills an evil ghost, their unwillingness and pain can also be reduced by one point.

Everything around him is changing, in the perception of the bearded man, everything around him seems to be turning into ghosts, ghosts crying invisibly, and he is incarnated as a Huangquan warrior, inflicting the sorrow of the world on these evils that should not appear at all with the knife in his hand.

It's a counterattack.

It's also a verdict!

His knife is getting faster and faster, slashing ghosts all the way, witnessing the pain of his companion's death in battle, the grief and anger of wanting to save people but not being able to save them, and the obsession of avenging the deceased.

All of this was turned into a force to push him forward in this frenzied battle ghost.

He seemed to be red-eyed.

In front of him, the ghost martial artist had been split on the spot under the ravages of the Yin and Yang Twin Blades, but he didn't want to stop, he didn't want to stop, his knife was looking for the next one!

Kill!

Kill!!!

The bearded man who roared angrily was like a ghost in the world at this moment, dancing wildly with two knives, flashing among the ghosts, the long knife seeking the soul, and the short knife killing him, and the dragon knife that should have paid attention to the delicate dragon knife became wild and domineering.

All knife styles have been detached from the moves, no longer confined to yin and yang, and a knife can bring up a murderous aura.

Under the leadership of the crazy bearded man, the exhausted warriors were also aroused in their hearts, like a fire burning, they howled, and followed the bearded man to fight forward.

At this moment, the way of the warrior is only death and no life.

Those who were wounded also staggered to follow.

The ghosts are retreating.

Even if it was them, they were also shocked by the astonishing murderous aura of this group of desperate warriors, they were fleeing, but they did not flee, the ghosts were also very smart, they knew that this explosive state of these warriors would not last long.

They were all tired already.

When they can't maintain this state of "killing gods", that's when they are destroyed.

So, on this battlefield, there was a strange scene.

More than 30 warriors, chasing nearly 100 ghosts of all kinds, all the way out of the dim forest, after crossing this forest, everyone saw Dongying City in the distance.

It's different.

The whole land is different, the plain that was originally flat has become a big rift valley surrounding the remnants of Dongying, as if it was dug through by monsters, and the ground has sunk nearly ten zhang.

Only the remnants of Dongying City, standing on a cliff-like cliff, surrounded by ravines.

Below the rift valley there was a hundred-foot-long lake, and in the midst of that lake, there were strange rocks, as if torn by a sharp blade, and rearranged.

What's really going on here?

In order to make this land, in such a short period of time, such a change, like the vicissitudes of life?

"Boom"

A loud bang alarmed everyone, including those ghosts who were planning to fight back, and everyone felt it, and at this moment, the aura all over the surroundings returned to the tide.

The aura of terrifying capacity blew from all directions, turning into a substantial tide, blowing across the sky and the earth, the spiritual realm was collapsing, and those spiritual qi were being gathered in the remnants of Dongying.

The bearded knife was supposed to kill another terrible ghost, but before the blade wrapped in the aura fell, the ghost thing screamed and dissipated.

This scene made all the warriors stunned in place.

They looked ahead, hundreds of ghosts were quickly dissipating, those supernatural creatures screaming and running in all directions, but they hadn't run a few steps, their bodies crumbled and collapsed like crumbling quicksand.

Only a piercing scream remained, echoing through the air.

It is as if all the oxygen in the air has been extracted at this moment, and these supernatural things have lost the basis to support their appearance in the world, even if they are reluctant, they have to dissipate between heaven and earth.

The bearded man and his brothers also felt like the world was spinning at this moment, and they all collapsed to the ground.

There was no more aura in the air, and the divine martial arts were forcibly lifted.

The bearded man held his body with a long knife, trying to resist the exhaustion rising in his body, and he looked up, and above the lonely city in front of him, there was a tornado that reached the sky.

The lightning arc raged and entangled around the tornado, and the black clouds in the sky were also quickly blown away.

The warm sunlight that was blocked was once again sprinkled on the earth.

Sprinkle on him.

Sprinkled on the companions behind them, they were a little blinded by the sun, but they still refused to look away, they lost this light, only more than twenty hours.

But for them at this time, it was like falling into hell, and crawling back to the world with difficulty.

The experience of just over 20 hours is as long as a lifetime.

There were a few young people who couldn't bear the mixed feelings in their hearts at this moment, and they cried bitterly, and the cry contained nightmarish memories, as well as the joy and relaxation after the calamity had dissipated.

More people sit silently on the ground, feeling the warm rays of the sun, and slowly breathing the depleted true qi in their bodies.

The bearded man is an exception.

He neither breathed nor relaxed, he was very tired, but he still used the blade that had been curled, and the blade was uneven, and he moved forward with his body.

"Dangchang"

After taking two steps, as he fought so far, the family heirloom knife he had worn since he was a child seemed to have completed its final mission.

In the process of protecting the master from the nightmare, this good knife finally couldn't withstand thousands of slashes and broke.

Let the bearded man stumble and fall to the ground.

He struggled to his feet, grabbing a blood-stained spear from the dirt beside him.

He dragged the gun and walked forward.

There, seven or eight Japanese warriors were lying on the ground, their aura was gone, their half-ghost power could not be stimulated, and they also turned from hideous ghosts into flesh and blood.

They saw bearded men with spears in tow, staggering, walking towards them.

They saw the bearded, broken, dead eyes.

They knew what this Middle-earth warrior was going to do.

Several samurai struggled to jump, and also withstood the exhaustion, brandished their knives, and roared loudly, and the pigs suddenly slashed and slashed, but the bearded man grabbed his spear, shot one by one, and stabbed to death.

The remaining two knelt on their backs and pleaded bitterly in Dongying.

The bearded man didn't look at them, and his spear was raised, still stabbing to death.

The last one is light, but the performance is eccentric.

He knelt on the ground, with his arms outstretched, facing the warm sun, with his head tilted, without saying a word, neither fighting nor begging for mercy, with a calm face.

"Poof"

The spear pierced from behind and from the chest.

The bearded man stepped forward and kicked him in the back of the death-threatening ashigaru, kicking him from the end of the cliff and into the bottom of the rift.

He didn't care what story that young Ashigaru had that would make him die so peacefully.

He doesn't care.

That's the enemy, and it must be killed.

"Puff"

At the moment when the man fell to the bottom of the rift, the beard finally could not hold it anymore, and the whole person fell to the ground, and he knelt there, his head bowed, his eyes closed, and he muttered something in his mouth.

He was tired.

He wanted some sleep.

Get a good night's sleep under the sunshine that has been regained.