"Bang"

Armed with a double hammer, surrounded by a group of ghost soldiers, he roared and swung a heavy hammer, smashing on the shield array of the Chinese army, this ghost martial artist was tall, his body was bloated and huge, and his body had been completely alienated.

Scales, ghost claws, tail, bone spurs, ghost horns, mane.

The green face has fangs, and the copper bell has big eyes.

Obviously a powerful ghost martial arts, the heavy double hammer on the blood and qi bursts, the breath is like a fire scorching, the double hammer dances repeatedly, bringing up the ghost fire, and the endless brute force blows violently, like a wild war beast out of the cage.

Even a shield array with rune paper could not withstand such a fierce blow.

Three hammers in a row smashed, causing the ground to shake.

More than a dozen soldiers with heavy shields were thrown out, and the blood splashed, causing a roar of rage, and the two captains of the bandit army, each holding two spears, rushed up to plug the gap.

Four spears with talisman paper shot and stabbed into the bloated flesh of the ghost martial arts, the rune paper burned, the ashes splashed everywhere, and the painful burning made the big ghost martial roar, and two more hammers smashed.

"Bang, bang" twice, and the two lieutenants died tragically on the spot.

What's worse is that the shield array was broken, and there were Japanese cavalry pawns, under the cover of the brute force of the great ghost warriors, rushed into the formation from all sides, and the ghost pawns were attracted by the blood, so they pounced like crazy and pressed the soldiers to the ground.

For a while, flesh and blood flew sideways.

These ghost creatures actually devour flesh and blood alive, and drink blood.

This place is breached, like a solid dam breaking a breach.

It seems that there is only one crack, but it is washed by the rolling black tide, and then it comes...

Go to pieces!

Collapse across the board.

"Wood!"

The ghost scholar who was slashing with a knife looked back with a feeling, and on the side of Lang Mu, more than ten zhang away, the old guy who was as thin as a bamboo pole was being hit into the ground with a heavy hammer by the ghost martial arts like a mountain of meat.

Lang Mutou is not dead yet.

But if he is not saved, he will die.

"Wow"

Wu Shifeng shook his left hand, and the flying claws flew out of the cuffs, and they were accurately buckled on the thick arms of the hideous ghost martial arts, trying to pull the restrictions, but in the next moment, brute force struck, and the whole person of the ghost scholar was brought into the air by the brute force of this monster.

The ghost martial artist shouted vague words, and the other hand hit the war hammer of Lang Mu's head, turned in a different direction, and hit the ghost scholar who was pulled over.

"Bang"

Wu Shifeng's whole person was hit head-on by the octagonal war hammer.

The talisman was like paper, breaking at the touch of a touch, his chest was blown hollow, and blood spurted from his mouth, smashing into the crowd.

The ghost martial artist lifted the hammer, and wanted to mend the knife, there was a sound of angry reprimand behind him, Xiao Lingsu, who was five short figures, came with a sword, the human sword was one, Taiyue's swordsmanship was exquisite, and when the true qi surged, there was a three-zhang sword qi, sweeping the sky.

"Poof"

Fishy, stinking blood spilled everywhere.

Ghost Wu's arm was cut off from the shoulder, the sound of horses' hooves bursting, trampling on the ground, and the bloodstained iron spear also broke through the air, like arrows flying, and in the sound of a sonic boom, it pierced from the back of the tall ghost warrior, and the front heart stabbed out.

The heart is broken, and the heart is broken.

The bloated ghost warrior wailed, and his huge body shook twice, falling backwards, crushing the dozen or so ghost pawns who couldn't dodge into flesh and blood.

In the next moment, Li Baoguo paid the price for this support.

He had no blade in his hand, so he could only draw his waist knife and continue to slash, but the ninja of the Japanese Kingdom, who saw the opportunity, attacked in the smoke, and the dragon fire swept around, killing Li Baoguo's war horse and knocking him to the ground.

This scene was seen by Zhang Xiaohu, and this righteous boxer also stimulated Shenwu, and swept away the enemy within three zhang in front of him with a move of a hundred steps without a shadow, and in the roar, rushed into the smoke to support Li Baoguo, who was sneak attacked.

It's messed up.

The formation that originally cooperated with each other was completely chaotic so far.

The warriors and soldiers, being hit by a steady stream of ghost pawns, can only fight on their own.

The shadow of failure hangs over everyone.

Don't blame them for being too weak.

They have done the best they can.

"Wood... I can't live. ”

In the chaos of the army, Wu Shifeng, who fell in a pool of blood, was carried by Lang Mutou, who was covered in blood, the Heluo Gang was still insisting, Yi Sheng took the lead in drawing his sword and slashing indiscriminately, and a group of boxers followed him to fight around, and he was extremely brave.

"Let me go, run for your life."

The ghost scholar vomited blood and said to the old man in front of him:

"If you can survive, remember to come back, take my body, take it home, and bury it in the back mountain, there, there is a grave left for me."

"Shut up!"

Lang Mutou scolded very unceremoniously.

He lifted Wu Shifeng, whose chest had collapsed entirely, on his back, holding a broken knife in his hand, which was not his blade, it was once owned by Qian Kidnapper.

Lang Mu carried it with him, so that he would never forget where he came from.

"Everyone dies and dies, and those who flee escape."

The emaciated, silent man turned his head and spat a mouthful of bloody saliva, grabbed the broken knife with both hands, and said to Wu Shifeng behind him:

"Although you are a traitor, you are also a person of right and wrong, I want to see you die under the sword, but this will really come, but I can't do it.

You really do damn it!

But you don't deserve to die here, stay your breath, I'll kill you! ”

As soon as the words fell, several ghost pawns sprang out around them, they smelled the breath of Wu Shifeng's impending death, and they couldn't wait to eat his soul.

"Get out of here!"

Lang Mutou roared, and his hand broke off the knife to dance out a night battle in all directions, slashing the ghost pawn, he glanced at the chaotic battle situation behind him, he was also an old man in the battle array.

He knew that there was no way to save this situation.

"Let's go."

Lang Mutou pulled up a defeated Tiance cavalry beside him, supported him, and broke through to the rear of the battlefield.

Li Baoguo's side also seemed to have given the order to break through, and many cavalry began to gallop outward, and the shouts of the ghost pawns became more and more violent, as if they smelled the smell of defeat and victory.

They seemed to know that no one could stop them from preying on the land, and that they could feast on it.

Rush, kill.

Delicious blood food is ahead!

"Bang"

At the moment when Lang Mutou and a group of people broke out of the chaotic battlefield, a piercing explosion surged from the sky, and the entire chaotic battlefield was quieted by this explosion that went straight to the heart.

It's like in a noisy meeting, someone hits the gong hard and suppresses all the noise.

Lang Mutou and the people around him looked up.

God, cracked.

The dancing tornado went straight into the clouds, making the black clouds that crushed the city seem to be torn apart by a sharp weapon.

A ray of sunshine shining down from the sky.

In the sunshine, there seems to be something else.

A flying star in the cold light.

A silver dragon that fell from the sky.

A wisp of cold light that splits the heavens and the earth.

No.

No.

A gun.

"Boom"

The earth shook in the next moment, like a meteor falling to the ground, and in the big camp that was smashed, smoke and dust were everywhere, and this kind of natural vision made the chaotic battlefield a little more suspicious and silent.

After a few breaths, a strange wind blew.

Mixed with a touch of unique flavor.

The yin air is thick, and the cold hair of the person who blows it stands up.

It was an ominous wind.

Immediately after, a familiar voice that made Lang Mu's eyes widen sounded in the camp ahead.

"The world's No. 1 right and wrong village, sweeping away the world's grievances!! Hahaha, grandpa, back! ”

"Bang"

The broken knife in Lang Mutou's hand smashed to the ground at this moment.

This man covered in blood, with his mouth wide open, seemed to hear the most unlikely sound in the world.

Behind him, Wu Shifeng, who was already dying, was also awakened by this broken voice, and he was dazed, trying to raise his head, looking for the source of the voice that only existed in his dream.

"Wood, am I hallucinating?"

Wu Shifeng asked weakly:

"I just heard, second brother's voice?"

"I heard that, too."

Lang Mutou replied with a blank face.

The two leaders of the remnants of the Feizhai village, at this moment, fell into a state of confusion in the world, and they even forgot to escape, so that they were soon surrounded by a group of ghost pawns behind them.

Those ghosts laughed wildly, occupying the bodies of the dead, waving their claws, tearing open the throats of the two weak warriors in front of them, and drinking blood.

The fastest one is already opening his sharp teeth, wanting to gnaw on a piece of meat beautifully.

"Click"

This ghost thing was still three feet away from Lang Mu, but it was no longer able to move forward.

An arm with terrible scorch marks, extending from behind for more than a dozen zhang, was pinching its twisted neck, and in the next moment, a cyan flying star suddenly appeared, ghostly and avoidant, and the evil axe was cut off on the head.

Before the frightened demon could escape, he was dragged out of the body of the dead man, and half of his body was cut off with an axe.

It was frightened and wanted to turn into the yin wind to escape, but the second master of the non-village was like carrying a chicken, pulling it out of the yin wind brutally, and the yin spirit grabbed the ghost and opened its bloody mouth.

The mouth opened to 270° at this moment, and he took a bite.

The demon's head and half of his body were swallowed up.

"Click, click"

The terrifying chewing sound shook the souls of the ghosts around them, and they wanted to escape, but everywhere around them, at some point, there was already a group of cyan ghosts.

One by one, they maintained the appearance of death, staring at the white eyes of the dead, looking at them in dead silence.

Some are missing arms, some are missing legs.

Some of them only had their upper bodies left, lying on the ground.

Some had no heads, only a torso remained, but they were still wielding their weapons indiscriminately.

"Wood, why is it so miserable?"

Liu Junshan ate a ghost thing in two bites, and the ghost turned his head to look at the sluggish Lang Mutou, and then his eyes were on Wu Shifeng, who was carried by Lang Mutou.

The ghost scholar also saw Liu Junshan in front of him.

It still maintained the same appearance as when it died, its body was miserable from the fire, with scars everywhere, one eye was burned blind, and most of its scalp was covered with horrible scorch marks.

On the thin ghost body, there is still a fireworks.

Wu Shifeng was excited, and a mouthful of blood spurted out of his mouth, making him a little weaker.

He never thought that when he was alive, there would be a day when he would see Liu Junshan again.

"Second brother, I..."

He wanted to say a lot, he had too much to say to Liu Junshan.

But these words came together, and in the end only one sentence was spoken.

"I was wrong, second brother, I'm sorry."

"It's all brothers, it's good to know if you're wrong."

Liu Junshan crossed his waist and waved his hand nonchalantly, but it could see it.

"Yo, the two brothers are chatting here."

The figure flickered, and Shen Qiu, who was holding a hundred birds and a phoenix spear, lightly fell among the yin spirits, he glanced at Wu Shifeng, then at Liu Junshan, and pointed to the chaotic battle in front of him.

Say:

"Why don't you continue to talk after the battle?"

"Buzz"

The killing intent battle array of the Hundred Birds and the Phoenix Spear, at this moment, spread out from Shen Qiu's body like flowing water, and in the midst of the murderous aura, the bodies of the yin spirits seemed to be condensed.

The moment the bright silver spear was raised, tens of thousands of flying stars suddenly appeared behind Shen Qiu, and one by one, the non-Zhai Yin soldiers who were wrapped in green qi emerged from behind him.

In just an instant, it turned into an entire army of Yin Spirits.

Lang Mutou was also mixed in, staying with thousands of ghosts, it was obviously a terrifying thing, but he felt extremely relieved, as if he had returned home.

He also saw the money kidnapper with whom he had the best relationship.

The thing hung in the air, smiling strangely at him, except for its thin body, wrapped in a layer of blue light from the wind, it seemed to be no different from when it was alive.

"I'm back."

Wu Shifeng, who was carried by Lang Mutou, closed his eyes, and there was a reassuring smile on his pale face.

He whispered:

"They're all back, everyone is back..."

"It would be nice if the eldest brother could see this scene."

The gaze of all the Yin Spirits fell on the bright silver spear in Shen Qiu's hand.

Regardless of whether they died before or after death, they were accustomed to fighting under the guidance of this spear that was unparalleled in the world, whether it was an official or a bandit in front of them, a wicked person, or a ghost like them.

Unafraid!

Don't be afraid!

And the gunman in front of him seems to be in line with the undefeated figure of the big boss in their hearts, little by little.

The same rebelliousness.

Just as powerful.

The same jealousy is like hatred.

The same intolerable right and wrong.

The killing intent flowed quietly, like water, flowing all around the body, and soon spread into the rolling turbid current in front of it.

Li Baoguo, Yi Sheng, Zhang Xiaohu, Xiao Lingsu, the warriors of the Jade Palace, the boxers of the Heluo Gang, and the bandit soldiers are all included, and the killing intent is like a line, integrating these scattered individuals into one place.

Shen Qiu took a step forward with his gun.

Ten feet away from him, the fierce ghost pawns screamed and retreated.

They're scared.

They were afraid of the Yin army in front of them, they were afraid of this power, this force that once roamed the land and was invincible.

They should be afraid.

Under the whole world, among the forces, who is not afraid of right and wrong?

"What kind of ghosts are you waiting for? It's just a bunch of ghost cowards, and you can't understand what brutality is. That's it.

I will open my eyes to you today, so that you can see...

What is the real evil way!

What is the real fear!

What is a real hell on earth! ”

Shen Qiu's wrist flicked, and the silver spear moved forward.

Hundreds of birds hissed, murderous like the sea, frightened the ghosts, and the demons were awe-inspiring.

"The ghosts of Huangquan! With me... Kill! ”

The sound was like spring thunder, and the ghost hero responded.

"Wait for the miscellaneous pieces, dare to hurt my brother!"

The second master is full of ghosts, and when he roars again, there is already a sign of the alienation of the ghost king.

It grinned wide, its fangs grew, and it was full of ghost energy, turning into a pair of hideous ghost armor, its face was green, it grabbed its double axe, and the group of ghosts in front of it wailed.

"Lao Tzu wants... Eat you guys! ”

It is the blade of the Yin soldiers, tens of thousands of ghosts and males, converging into one place, like the eye of the storm, like the first ray of tide, the cyan ocean is surging, and the ten thousand ghosts in front of you are under the hood.

The ghost soldiers of the Wa Kingdom, who were still extremely fierce just now, were rushed by the Yin soldiers led by Shen Qiu, and they were immediately defeated.

It's so much worse.

Whether it is personal force, ghost wisdom, or organization, these rabbles are much worse than the right and wrong Yin soldiers.

When they are alive, they are invincible.

After death, it is still the same.

The low drums were beating, and in the big camp, there were also Wei Hou riding war horses, and the old man chatted, holding a big sword in his hand, and he did not wear a battle helmet, and he took all the reserve soldiers, leaving no preparations, and roared the whole army to press.

It's time for a counteroffensive!

It is not the Zhaiyin soldiers to be the vanguard, and the Qilu elite border army is the rear wing.

The two forces that had fought to the death and wanted to pinch each other to death were now separated by yin and yang, and the soldiers were united, reproducing the power of vertical and horizontal, and the officials and bandits converged, just to kill Di Yi.

It sounds incredible that the living and the dead step onto the battlefield together and slay down the demons.

But this is a truly heroic thing.

Why not?

How fortunate this land is, it will be sung all over the world with today's events, and it will be remembered for centuries.

Everyone here is also so lucky.