Zhao Lian has fallen into a state of confusion since he witnessed the drastic changes in Dongyingkou.

This kind of confusion can be understood as the collapse of the cognition of seeing 70,000 people being defeated in an instant, as a soldier boss.

It can also be explained by another way of thinking, that is, self-blame.

Winning or losing a war is something that must be considered by the fighters.

But in addition, with Zhao Lian's strategy of leading the troops, he can accept the defeat of 70,000 people, but he can't accept the unclear death of 70,000 people.

In particular, it was he who personally brought these 70,000 people into the Dongyingkou battlefield.

Although he had already made up his mind during the siege of Yanjing, he had already made up his mind to consume the Hundred Battles Army, and he had known the reason why Ci Bu was in charge of the army for a long time, but at the moment, this kind of "sacrifice" was not what he wanted to see.

Seventy thousand people, apparently sacrificed as bait.

Before this battle, he didn't notice the vision, not only buried 70,000 living beings with his own hands, but also personally opened this round of supernatural disasters that would definitely overwhelm Qilu.

If Qilu really fell because of this, then he would be a sinner through the ages.

This kind of thinking impacted Zhao Lian's mind, making him suffer a lot, and at the same time, he had lost his ability to think, and failed repeatedly, making the veteran feel as if all these things had been arranged.

He fell into the game, thinking that he could control everything, but he couldn't, he was like a drowning man, like suffocating in the waves of water.

How sad is it to be like a plaything that is manipulated at will?

"Bang"

A horse in front of him was smashed in front of Zhao Lian by a huge impact, the neck of the war horse was torn open, and it was lifeless in an instant, and even the knight behind the war horse was crushed under the corpse.

The blood splattered, causing the Weihou war horse to neigh, and stopped in place, in the dim skylight, Captain Wen and a group of personal soldiers beside him shouted to kill, and several ghost martial arts swords in front of them faced each other.

But there are many more Japanese people, who have escaped from their hiding places, and they seem to have been ambushed here for a long time, and they have long known that the southern army will be defeated, so they are waiting here for their prey to ambush.

"The general asks for it!"

Two strange warriors dressed in night clothes and wielding hook and sickles appeared in the smoke, laughing wildly and shouting, killing Zhao Lian, who was dazed on his horse.

The two of them held ninjutsu in their hands, and a fire dragon roared, pushing back the personal soldiers guarding Zhao Lian, and a shuriken flew to kill Zhao Lian under the horse.

This old man can command seventy or eighty thousand people, and in the Dongying Kingdom, he is already an out-and-out nobleman like a daimyo, and his head must be very valuable.

If you can dedicate it to the immortals, you will definitely be able to exchange it for great benefits.

The terrifying killing intent, like a basin of cold water, poured on Wei Hou's mind, the old man faced the life-seeking hook and sickle that came with him before and after, in order not to match the agility of the old man, the whole person rolled over half a circle on horseback, and could avoid the blade.

He slid into the ground, tiptoeing, and a bloody spear fell into his hand.

"Thief! Death! ”

The old man roared angrily, the spear in his hand danced, with a little bit of cold, tearing and attacking the fire dragon, in the flames, the ninja in front of him couldn't dodge, and was pierced by the blade of the gun, piercing the heart, and falling to the ground.

The ninja in the rear was shocked.

This frailty-looking old man still has such force?

He immediately pulled back, but the spears from the rear stabbed him, and the siege of his own soldiers stabbed him into a sieve in an instant.

"Don't panic, the old man is here!"

Zhao Lian, who killed people, turned his depression into a violent rage, he took two steps forward with his gun, and the gun shot out like a dragon, forcing the two ghost warriors besieging Captain Wen to retreat.

The old man is indeed not a martial arts master, but he is definitely not weak in military array martial arts.

"It was the old man who brought you into danger."

Wei Hou held a gun and protected him in front of Lieutenant Wen, who had a broken leg, his long beard swinged, coughed a few times, and said:

"The old man can't save 70,000 sons, and I will definitely take you out alive today, all sons, don't be afraid of these demons and ghosts, and fight with the old man again!"

Zhao Lian roared angrily, and hundreds of soldiers behind him responded in unison.

stepped forward to slash and slash, and in a few breaths, he threw away the armor of those widows, but the ghost martial arts are not easy to deal with, these half-ghost warriors move quickly, the strange power is great, and there are all kinds of weirdness.

They got together and fought with Zhao Lian, the old man had the intention to kill the thief, but his body was indeed no longer in his prime, and he desperately beheaded a half-ghost, but he was forced into a desperate situation.

Seeing the sword in front of him, Zhao Lian's eyes seemed to be covered with a layer of haze.

It's really old.

If you want to save people, you can't save them.

"Whew"

A strange scream, from the battle array protruded, a wisp of black shadow swept down like lightning, the claws were clasped, and in the blood light, there were two more bloody eyeballs on the steel claws.

The spirit eagle struck for a moment, and the painful ghost Wu covered his face and wailed loudly, which was very piercing.

At the same time, a touch of demonic red light rose from behind Weihou, and the red light came, regardless of the ghost martial arts or the southern army, everyone had a sea of blood churning in front of their eyes, and the illusion of the extinction of all souls suddenly appeared.

In less than a breath, the illusion of the sea of blood was shattered.

Wei Hou turned his head and looked forward, only to see a thin young man, inserting the bloodthirsty demon knife back into the scabbard behind his back.

At his feet, the seven or eight ghost warriors who attacked, as well as the other widows, had all turned into dry bones, and their blood had been drained, and they died in the most painful way in the world.

"Whew"

Jing Hong, who had recovered from his wounds, also flapped his wings and landed on the shoulders of the emaciated young man.

Crested eagles are very vindictive.

Its eyes stared at Zhao Lian deadly, as if in the next moment, it was going to blind this old man and old eyes to make up for the damage he suffered when he delivered the letter.

"You're amazing."

After looking left and right, and finding that there were no more widows to hide, he stood among the corpses, stretched out his fingers, grinned, and gave Zhao Lian a thumbs up.

seems to be really surprised, under the appearance of this old man's strategy, there is also this martial arts.

But this gesture, in Zhao Lian's eyes, was like a mockery.

He scolded loudly:

"Little bunny, why didn't you make a move just now! Also, Zhang Chu sent you to protect me, could it be that he already knew that the Penglai thieves set a trap? ”

"I'm just protecting you."

Worrying Wuming pointed at Zhao Lian and said:

"Others, live or die, Brother Zhang Chu, I don't know, if you want to, you know, just ask yourself."

His answer made Wei Hou angry.

But Zhao Lian also knew that this worried and lifeless character was like this, and he couldn't ask him.

He turned around and picked up Captain Wen, helped him to his horse, and looked around, there were only a few miles left from the camp of the bandit army, and that army did not cultivate the fighting spirit and was not affected.

There are also tens of thousands of border elites near the plains.

This battle can still be fought!

I can't admit defeat yet.

Thinking of this, Wei Hou had already made up his mind, and he said to Wu Wu:

"If those demons chase after you, can you go into battle and kill?"

"Okay."

Wu Wuming nodded, grinned and said:

"They, make me, very uncomfortable, can, kill."

"What a good boy, you come with me!"

Wei Hou didn't care about the difference between the south and the north, he said to the worry, turned on his horse, and took the rest of the soldiers to the camp of the bandit army.

And ten miles behind them, the demons who were chasing after them had turned into an army of killings under the leadership of samurai and onmyoji everywhere, rolling forward.

If you can't stop them under Zibo City, stop them.

Then this Qilu place, tens of millions of living beings, is really over.

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The Ten Thousand Souls Array has affected not only the Southern Hundred Battles Army.

There are also those Jianghu guests who came with the army and were distributed around the military array, waiting for the opportunity to move, and when the evil array was activated, they were also included in the scope of the Ten Thousand Souls Array.

The same thing that happened to the Hundred Battles Army happened to them.

"Hold on! Lao Wang, hold on. ”

The bearded Yang Fu, carrying an emaciated man behind his back, used a rope to tie his friend, who had been with him for more than ten years, behind him, holding a sharp blade in his left and right hands, and was quickly breaking through in the opposite direction to the remnants of Dongying.

Behind Yang Fu, there are still a group of Jianghu guests who barely keep up, but every few breaths, some people can't hold on and fall behind.

It's a desperate run.

Because even Yang Fu, who led them, didn't know where to go.

The evil array has been opened, and the evil spirit has run wildly for more than 500 miles, within a radius of 500 miles, each city is a node for each other, supporting the Great Array of All Souls, as long as you are in it, every minute, every second, you will suffer the pain of the Spirit Array.

It's just that the closer you get to the remnant city of Dongying, where the eye of the formation is located, the stronger the grasping force, and the farther away, the weaker the strength, and the longer it can last.

It's a pity that not everyone has Yang Fu's pure skills, which can resist the evil array and seize it, and he is as immobile as a mountain.

Just now, the moment the evil array opened, those Jianghu people who learned the exercises of unknown origin were immediately abolished, and hundreds of Jianghu guests, one-third, were all in severe pain in the screams, turning into invalids.

The rest of the people were stunned, and when they saw the collapse of the 70,000 battle army, they immediately pulled out and fled.

But the power of grabbing can't stop it.

Those who are weaker in martial arts will rush out less than a mile or two, and their true qi will dissipate, turning into a drooping old man, and they can only wait for death in place.

Those who are stronger in martial arts can only last up to ten miles is the limit, and a person with pure skills like Yang Fu has run to these fifteen or sixteen miles away, and he has already felt that the stable true qi in his body has collapsed.

This way, there are still Japanese people and evil ghosts to block it.

"Get out!"

In front of him, there were more than a dozen Japanese people screaming like evil ghosts, Yang Fu was furious in his heart, and the long knife in his left hand stabbed forward, dancing with knife energy, and he shot out angrily, like a wind swept by, leaving only a corpse and a broken arm.

Bloodshot skyrocketing.

With this knife, Yang Fu's true qi in his body was unstable again, he gritted his teeth, held his body with a knife, and said to his brother behind him:

"It's almost time, let's rush out. Hold on a little longer, Lao Wang, I'll take you to Mount Tai, the Taoist elders will definitely have a way to save you! ”

There was no answer.

The warrior who was carried out of the Jedi on his back, the dantian was destroyed, the true qi was gone, and the true qi was sucked away along with the true qi, as well as his essence, he was already old.

There is only one time left, and only one last bit left.

"Let me go, Yang Fu."

The warrior behind him, known as Lao Wang, said in a weak voice:

"Leave me behind, you run quickly, Penglai's secret is true, those evil ghosts deserve to die!

You run out, you can still be saved, I'm gone. ”

"Nonsense! Shut up! ”

Yang Fu gritted his teeth and continued to move forward, trying not to look behind him.

"You and I came together, and we must go back together."

Yang Fu said a word, and then fell silent, he knew that the dozens of people who ran out with him could survive until now, and I am afraid that there will be no one in ten.

"Bang"

The old king behind him gritted his teeth, pulled out his fork from his waist, and cut the rope that Yang Fu tied him with a knife, and the whole person fell to the ground.

On the face of abnormal aging, there is a smile that hurts to the point of distortion.

He stretched out his hand to stop Yang from coming back.

He said:

"Don't be stupid, let's see the scene just now.

70,000 people died in an instant, that kind of demonic power, not we can deal with it, in the past year or so, I have heard that Tai Xing, there have long been rumors that the demon wants to mess with the world.

Let's always listen to it as a joke, this is true or false, who knows, the Taoist chief sent a message to warn, and the beggars were bitter, and we just listened to the wind.

But I didn't expect that today, my old Wang, also experienced the taste of soul draining.

It hurts, it hurts. ”

Lao Wang's body was trembling, his arms that were once as strong as King Kong, which would be as soft as noodles, he put his hands on his neck, took a few breaths, and looked back behind him.

Except for two or three people who could barely stand, the others were already like him, paralyzed on the ground, breathing more and less breathing.

"Yang Fu!"

Lao Wang gritted his teeth and raised his head, with a touch of determination on his wrinkled face.

He said:

"I have practiced martial arts for most of my life, and I think I am a square person, although I have done bad things, but at least most of what I do is the right way.

If you really regard me as a brother, get out of here, go back to Jinan Mansion, take my family and your wife and children, and run to the Central Plains, the farther you go, the better.

Look at those evil ghosts in the world, rampant everywhere, this Qilu can't wait. ”

"Lao Wang..."

Yang Fu's lips moved, he held the knife, lowered his head, and said to his brother in a guilty tone:

"Actually, I already knew."

"Huh?"

Lao Wang's eyes widened in astonishment.

Yang Fu gritted his teeth and said in a complex, remorseful tone:

"Shen Qiu reminded me more than a year ago.

He said that the chaos in the world is just around the corner, and asked me to help him do things in Qilu, and abolish the martial arts of a martial artist like you who has had adventures, just like what he did in Taihang Mountain.

I thought he had fallen into the devil, but if I had promised him that day, if I had believed what the Jade Palace Daoist said, if I could have been ruthless and abolish your exercises, you would not have the disaster you have today.

We have just seen clearly that those Qilu border troops who do not cultivate true qi have nothing to do at all, but those of us who hold our own martial arts cannot escape such an evil place.

Without true qi, there will be no leakage of essence, and there will naturally be no calamity. ”

He raised his head, his eyes red, and said:

"Lao Wang, it was my stupidity and stubbornness that harmed you and us Qilu knights."

"Then what are you doing here!"

Lao Wang was stunned for a moment, and then scolded:

"If you have a way, you can escape, go and find that Shen Qiu, he will have a way to save you, and there is a way to save people, you have missed it once, how can you miss it a second time!

Get lost! Get out!

Run for your life! ”

His voice was very hoarse, and seeing that Yang Fu still wanted to come over, Lao Wang's heart sank, and the fork in his hand pierced into his neck and cut his throat.

Blood poured out, and he couldn't speak.

But his eyes were staring at Yang Fu, driving away his brother, hurry up and leave this killing Jedi, the sooner the better!

"Lao Wang!"

Yang Fu took a step forward, knelt beside Lao Wang, and smashed the long and short knife in his hand on the ground, he ignored the blood gushing, and wanted to help Lao Wang up again, roaring fiercely.

But man is dead, and he can't return to heaven.

Despair.

Despair struck like a tidal wave, drowning the beard, along with everyone around him.

The fate of Lao Wang's self-slaughter here seems to be a foreshadowing of the future of all of them.

There is no hope in sight.