The headless corpse fell from its horse, raising a puff of dust.

The smell of blood mixed with the sand and a choking bloodiness made people very uncomfortable.

The black rider sitting in the saddle did not speak, it was as cold as a stone, and from the mask pulled down from the black helmet, only a pair of cold eyes appeared, like a machine that could only kill, and there was no trace of emotion at the death of his companion, as if it was just a livestock.

In the face of Yang Ming's question, the only answer to him was a stormy attack!

A flash of red light appeared on the black armor, and a black knight bent his bow and arrows, as if sounding the horn of attack.

Immediately after, colorful light appeared on the remaining thirty black riders, and the eight immortals crossed the sea to show their magical powers, each performing their best soul skills.

The ground under Yang Ming's feet shook, followed by a dirt bag bulging from the ground, and a triangular pyramid pierced out of the earth, trying to thread Yang Ming into strings from the bottom to his head!

Yang Ming's eyes turned around, and he saw all this in his eyes, and cast a ghost shadow to hide the shadows, and while Shi Shiran dodged the ground thorns, he avoided the arrows shot from his head.

At this moment, the air around Yang Ming suddenly became extremely viscous, as if he had fallen into a quagmire, and a lot of strength was involved between his gestures, which invisibly reduced Yang Ming's speed and limited his sensitive body technique.

"Roar!"

A black rider jumped off the black horse, let out a beastly roar from the depths of his throat, and in a glance, a phantom of the beast soul appeared on his body, and the bones of his body made a crackling sound like fried beans, and his forehead broke through the restrictions of his helmet, and a huge horn one meter long protruded.

This black rider galloped towards Yang Ming, wanting to pierce Yang Ming's abdomen with the giant horn on his forehead!

A large amount of soul power fluctuated on Yang Ming's body, a large amount of soul power gathered on his legs, his speed increased sharply, and he broke through the restraints of the viscous air around him, and his toes lightly touched the ground, leaping up like a dragonfly in water, and leaping over a parabola from the head of the black rider who came from the collision.

At the same time, the tip of Yang Ming's knife pointed down and slashed downward.

A Qinglian sword qi shot out, tearing open the helmet of the black rider below, cutting his head in half, and splashing red and white on the ground.

In mid-air, Yang Ming flipped over, and the moment he landed on the ground, he immediately rolled over a donkey next to him, dodging a heavy hammer.

Yang Ming struck a carp and rolled over from the ground, only to see a black rider holding a heavy hammer-type martial spirit, chasing after him relentlessly.

At the same time, behind Yang Ming, the three black horsemen were either holding bows and crossbows, or holding spears and spears, forming a two-fold clamp with the black horsemen holding hammers.

In addition, the control ability that made Yang Ming feel disgusting just now came again, and the air around Yang Ming became extremely viscous again, as if he was in a swamp.

Xiao Wu dodged the attack of the black knight next to her, and at the same time paid attention to the battle on Yang Ming's side, and let out a startle:

"Yang Ming, he should be fine, right?"

Tang San's left hand pressed the mechanism hidden in his sleeve, Tang Men was good at machine bracket hidden weapons, and after nearly a year of careful building, Tang San had already hidden countless hidden weapons on his body.

One by one, silent sleeve arrows shot out, every time a black shadow cut through the air, and if the black rider didn't pay attention, he would be hit by Tang Sanyin, and the sharp arrows would cut through the skin and penetrate deep into the flesh, and it would be difficult to pull it out for a while.

Hearing this, Tang San smiled.

"Xiao Wu, don't worry about Yang Ming, I believe he has his own way!"

As soon as the words fell, a sword sound sounded in the field.

Xiao Wu's beautiful eyes rippled in the autumn light, and she saw Yang Ming holding a mysterious sword, the sword body was like a swimming dragon, and he wielded the long sword with ease.

Chopping, chopping, collapsing, teasing, latticing, washing, intercepting, stabbing, stirring, pressing, hanging, sweeping, in Yang Ming's hands, dexterously exerted, or fierce and uncasting, or tender like water, swallowing freely, swaying and round.

It makes people feel like they are in a trance, Yang Ming doesn't look like he is being besieged at all, but more like he is coming to step on the spring.

Qinglian sword qi, four vertical and eight horizontal!

The black rider with the hammer in his hand kept on his feet, as if he was not admitting defeat and smashed it with a heavy hammer, and wanted to share the victory with the sword qi!

I don't know what this heavy hammer martial soul is all about, it can easily smash the sword qi!

The hammer-wielding black rider's eyes flashed with disdain, and he charged with vigor.

Yang Ming's eyes froze, and in the ghostly eyes of the black riders surrounding him, he once again turned into sword qi, and the sword qi was vertical and horizontal!

After Yang Ming obtained the Mysterious Sword, he still can't remember how many people he killed, but every time he kills someone, the Mysterious Sword will increase a little sharper.

Yang Ming held the mysterious sword in his hand, turning into five sharp sword qi, and the armor on the black horseman's body was almost like tissue paper, which was easily cut in half by Yang Ming!

The black rider holding the hammer froze, and a long trail of blood started from his forehead, slid all the way down to the lower half of his body, and fell into a pool of blood facing the loess, just like the innocent villagers he had killed when he rushed into the Holy Soul Village before.

In addition to him, the few black horsemen who joined forces with him just now were also dead.

Blood was spilled all over the ground.

The sword qi gathers and reshapes the body.

Yang Ming stood with his sword in his hand, the sword was stained with blood, and the blood on it was still hot.

shook a sword flower, let the blood beads drip down, the rippled sword light reflected Yang Ming's eyes full of thunder and anger, the more angry he was at the enemy in his heart, the colder the words he said, almost like a cold winter wax moon, and said coldly:

"Next, who else!"

The remaining black riders fell silent for a while.

What they never expected was that in addition to Yang Ming's hard bone, the other two Tang San and Xiao Wu were not easy to deal with.

Needless to say, Xiao Wu, the 100,000-year-old soul beast turned into a human form, even if it didn't develop too much strength in order to avoid revealing its identity, it was definitely not someone that these soul masters and great soul masters could deal with.

There is also Tang San's fishing in troubled waters in the field, with the help of the seemingly garbage martial soul of the Blue Silver Grass as a cover, he always reverses the victory and defeat at the most critical moment, using the Blue Silver Grass's winding soul technique, which makes many black horsemen feel painful, and with the Yin Man in the invisible sleeve arrow, it is simply amazing!

In desperation, the remaining Black Riders chose to call for help.

A sharp sound sounded, melodiously transmitted into the distance.

It must be explained that after the two hundred black horsemen entered the Holy Soul Village, they were divided into four teams, each team had fifty people, galloping around the village, killing people and burning houses.

And after hearing the signal conveyed here, the three black cavalry teams that were originally separated immediately turned their horses' heads and reinforced.

Faintly hearing the sound of horses' hooves coming from three directions, Yang Ming and the three of them suddenly turned dark.

Even if the three of them joined forces, it would not be easy to defeat the soul masters and great soul masters of nearly two hundred people.

Now, it's troublesome!

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