"Bang"

There was a loud bang, which alarmed Qingqing, who was resting in the tent.

also overused his eyes, and the bird that was napping jumped up from the chair in shock, and there was a shout of killing outside the tent, and Qingqing picked up the three days and moons in his hand.

"Come here."

She shouted at Asuka and pulled her behind her.

In the next moment, one of the ghost warriors who guarded Asuka rushed into the camp tent and said a few words to Asuka in Dongying's language.

A trace of heaviness flashed in the child's eyes, and he said to Qingqing:

"Sister, the camp guard has been broken, and there are ghosts and martial artists rushing into the camp with onmyoji, and there will be ghosts here, and they can't stay any longer."

"Isn't the formation supported by the Jade Emperor Palace Dao Master? How could it be easily broken without warning? ”

Qingqing frowned, but did not leave immediately.

She glanced back at the back of the tent.

Worrying Wusheng is sitting cross-legged on the bed, breathing the blood sea demon skill in his body, placing the magic knife flat on his knees, and the red mangs are endless, just like the red ghost fire, which is very evil.

Before this young man, he fought with the ghosts three times, and the magic knife slashed the ghosts, no less than thousands, in a short period of time, a large amount of blood was drawn, and the heart was tired and worried, so that the magic knife had signs of getting out of control.

"Don't worry about me."

Wu Wusheng also sensed the chaos outside the tent.

He opened his eyes, there was still blood in his blue eyes, he grinned hard, and said to Qingqing:

"You, take him, go, be careful. All the ghosts, I can't help it, me. ”

The young man glanced at the magic knife placed on his knee, and said:

"You're gone, I'm fine, let go, and fight again."

"Drink more blood, and you won't be able to control the magic knife."

Asuka was behind Qingqing and whispered:

"You will fall into vanity and turn into a bloodthirsty Shura, and if you don't get out in time, you will become a human ghost who only knows how to fight."

"It doesn't matter."

Still smiling, he replied:

"But evil, no, hurt me, but it, don't care, you, go! Get out of here! ”

"What nonsense!"

Qingqing stepped forward, grabbed Wu Wu's wrist, and pulled his whole person down.

This action caused the magic knife to hiss, and the bloody light of the blade only swept towards Qingqing, but it was grabbed by the handle of the knife and forcibly retracted.

His eyes, when he held the knife, were blood-colored and looked terrifying.

"You fought for me three times, I have to accept this favor, and this time I will take you out, and it can be regarded as a return of favor."

Qingqing helped Wu Wu, and walked out of the camp under the escort of several ghost warriors.

Seeing the chaos in the camp in front of her, she clenched the famous knife in her hand and said:

"Senior brother said, in the rivers and lakes, personal debts are the most difficult to repay, and I don't want to owe you anything."

"You don't owe me."

Worrying about life, he tried his best to manipulate the killing intent in his heart, and said in a dumb voice;

"It's me, voluntarily, I'm in Luoyang, to make you angry, this is... This is an apology. ”

"I'm not angry anymore."

Qingqing helped him, took the birds, and walked to the most chaotic part of the camp under the arch guards of dozens of shaking light guards, and she said as she walked:

"Without you, my brother and sister wouldn't be able to walk together."

At the same time, Wei Hou, who was sitting in the middle camp, saw that the formation was broken, and he was the first to lead people to rush over, and at the source of chaos where the smoke rose and the fire ignited, Zhao Lian saw several captains under his command standing in a pool of blood.

The Jade Emperor Xuanmen, who was responsible for protecting the camp and preventing the demons from infiltrating and attacking, several old Taoists had fallen to the ground, and the spell was being broken at the eye of the formation array.

These Taoist priests were attacked by their own people!

"Wait for the thief!"

Zhao Lian's teeth cracked and he scolded.

But the captains who made the sneak attack didn't care about the commander's scolding.

They had broken through the protection of the camp, and the breaking of the formation was a signal, and soon a team of Japanese ghosts and martial arts poured into the camp from the damaged place, and all the bloodthirsty killings quickly stirred up this large camp into chaos.

There are also onmyoji who rushed in the chaos, constantly throwing down the incendiary talismans, summoning all kinds of gods, demons and ghosts, howling endlessly, and messing up the entire camp.

"Bell"

The sword brushed over.

In the midst of the chaos, the fire was also lit in the back camp, and as the fire shone brightly, the soldiers who rushed to the rescue were killed with those thieves.

Zhao Lian, who was holding a big knife, also broke out in anger, and grazed with a "rebellious" captain, and the war knife in the man's hand was broken, and he was slashed by the old man with a powerful blow, and the whole thing flew out.

He doesn't resist either.

Letting Zhao Lian's angry big knife slash at himself, the blood splattered, and a distorted smile appeared on the man's face.

The bloody hand grabbed the knife that had slashed into the flesh and pushed it to continue tearing through the body.

Blood flowed everywhere, as if no pain was felt at all.

The man, who was unpredictable, said to the marquis who was glaring at him in front of him:

"You mortals are really stupid, and those widows are really waste! I have to take action in person. ”

"You are really powerful, Dongling does not complain if he loses, in this era after a thousand years, the warriors are brave, and there is indeed merit, but this gentleman is not a stupid person who is self-contained.

Benjun has learned the lesson of Dongling, and no longer underestimates you and others, and now that the camp has been broken, you will enter the Jedi of killing.

Wait for this monarch to refine the more than 10,000 people who are full of qi and blood, and use the essence of the true qi to add tiles to my spiritual domain.

Haha, there's no more hope for you!

Bow your head down..."

The sinister words made Wei Hou's hair stand on end, and the old man swung a knife and cut the man's head away.

He looked back and saw that chaos was intensifying in the camp.

This momentary destruction is definitely prepared.

Just ten breaths later, there was a large area of fire, burning the rear of the camp, the reserve soldiers, there was chaos, the front line was still fighting to the death, but the rear was already in chaos.

What Wu Shifeng could guess, Weihou naturally knew it well, if the camp was destroyed, the morale of the front-line soldiers would inevitably collapse, and this battle would be lost!

Don't.

Is there really no hope?

Innocent to die here...

The old man looked left and right, but he was unwilling to admit defeat, he had fought so far, if he lost again, who could be convinced?

He shouted, gathered his guards, and held the middle camp to the death.

But the onmyoji among the Japanese people attracts gods, demons and ghosts, and all kinds of invisible ghosts and ghosts are rampant here.

"Kill!"

The old man roared angrily, grabbed the big knife, led his personal guards, and killed the thieves in the chaotic camp.

I also heard the horses' hooves, a one-foot high war horse, carrying a fierce black-armored swordsman, into the crowd, on the shoulders of the giant que, golden fire surged, whether it was a ghost or an invisible evil spirit.

Wherever the blade goes, nothing is broken.

Xiao Tie, a new force, came to kill, wearing Tiangang armor, like copper skin and iron bones, fighting a hundred battles, almost with the strength of one person, oppressing the thieves to retreat together.

"Bang"

In the middle of the frantic battle, he was hit by a sneak attack by a god with two horns and a real body, and the old man was thrown out and smashed to the ground, and his helmet fell to the ground.

The knife in his hand also fell away.

The ghosts all around him laughed wildly, and the old man grabbed a knife and stood up.

He looked at the distorted figures brought out by the firelight around him, the camp was in chaos, but those soldiers, no matter where they came from, no matter what their identities, were fighting hard.

He saw the soldiers of the Southern Army and the wounded of Tiance back to back against the enemy.

I saw the Heluo boxer fleeing from the fire with the Five Dragons on his back.

I saw Qin Xuming galloping like the wind, smashing the head of the ghost martial arts with his fists, and dispersing the calamity in the camp, and also saw Fan Qingqing, who was supporting the weak and lifeless, with the flying birds, commanding the shaking light guard, and rushing out of the burning camp tent to control the enemy.

No one gave up.

No one admits defeat, even if they are in a desperate situation.

At this moment, the old man suddenly fell into a sense of déjà vu, and he remembered the scene in the past, which was almost forgotten.

Back then, on Qinglong Mountain, when he led his troops to besiege the village of right and wrong, those remnants of the soldiers also fought like this, unwilling to admit defeat, even though they had entered the Jedi, but still no one gave up.

At that time, what supported them to fight in a desperate situation was a big boss who would inevitably return, inevitably dispel despair, and continue to lead them.

Revenge.

Weihou has been the most difficult opponent in the past ten years.

The two sides have met seven times on a large scale, and Weihou has lost six times, and the last time is not a win, it can barely be regarded as a draw.

When that person was there, he was like a needle in the chaos of Qilu, suppressing Qilu from such a devastating disaster today, and when the road met today's things, if the hatred was still there...

Zhao Lian pursed his lips and looked at the demons around him who were rushing towards him.

The old man grinned at this moment.

Don't think about it.

If the feud is still there, he will definitely not talk nonsense, and he will lead his brothers to this battlefield to kill the ghosts.

That's what he is.

He will not be afraid of these spirits.

No matter what kind of predicament he faces, that person will only move forward silently with a gun, and with a spear in his hand, he will break all the injustices in the world.

Just like you are now.

"Kill!"

The old man, whose hair was scattered and his face was covered with blood, roared angrily at this moment, and swung the long knife in his hand at the ghost, just like the most difficult opponent in his memory, just like the bandit leader who was rampant in Qilu.

Alas, the feud is not even.

Old man, in the end, he lived like you.

What a pity.

When the two of us were still alive, we couldn't have a good drink.

You may not know.

Although the old man is an important minister, he also respects you very much.

In the chaos, the stinky old man who was knocked to the ground was surrounded by a group of hideous ghosts, and he saw the old man swing his knife, knowing that he couldn't hurt the ghosts, he still swung the knife forward.

The young man with blood-red eyes grabbed the evil spirit, and the blood light dispersed, and if Shura possessed him, he would come forward to rescue him.

Brother Zhang Chu asked him to protect this old man!

He couldn't let Brother Zhang Chu down.

Just when Zhao Lian was generous to death, rushing forward to take the knife in worry, the camp tent was in chaos, and the hundred ghosts were screaming, and he was about to descend the demon domain of the world, a heavy and sharp breath suddenly erupted over the camp tent.

This moment, everyone.

Xiao Tie who slashed and killed ghosts, Qin Xuming who slammed his fists, Qingqing who protected the birds, Zhao Lian who held the magic knife and went to death with his eyes closed, and even those Japanese ghosts and ghosts who were making trouble everywhere, those hideous and ugly ghosts.

Everyone raised their heads at this moment and looked at the sky that was scattered with gloomy light.

There was nothing there.

No.

There is something.

A star.

Bright, chilling stars, are falling fast.

"Master!"

The best-eyed bird present exclaimed, and the next moment...

"Bang"

A sonic boom sparkled a tornado-like wind.

The tumultuous tornado went straight into the sky at this moment, shattering the gloomy black clouds in the sky at this moment, and a dawn sun in the early morning shone obliquely into the camp along with the stirred clouds.

The scorching sun shone down, and the fierce ghosts seemed to see the most terrifying thing, screaming one by one, and the terrible voices were full of panic and sorrow.

And a touch of flying stars fell from the sky.

Just like the silver dragon in the wind, with the power of ten thousand jun, it appeared from the light, and in Zhao Lian's stunned gaze, that thing went straight to the earth in a piercing roar.

"Bang"

It was like a finger spear pierced by a god, and the moment it pierced the ground, half of the ground in the small military camp was shattered like a cement.

The place where the silver dragon fell, in the layers of rotating wind, was pulled out of an impact-type pit.

The divine martial arts were churning, and the aura was mixed in the world's sharpest Canglan true qi, like stabbing out thousands of guns in an instant, making the cold blade fall to the ground, and within ten zhang, the ghosts and evil were afraid of death.

The wind comes and goes as fast as it goes.

Smoke and dust were everywhere, and there was a dead silence.

Zhao Lian put down the arm covering his cheek, and in front of him, in the entanglement of the high-temperature true qi that turned into white smoke, an eight-foot bright silver spear, like a pillar supporting the sky, stood firmly on the ground.

Where the blade of the gun enters the earth, the soil is roasted like glass by the high temperature.

The red tassels were scattered, bringing up the remnants of the ghosts that had been chopped up, howling miserably, and the tail of the gun was still vibrating slightly, shattering the place, all kinds of evil forces.

This scene...

This scene is completely a replica of the scene on the night of the fierce battle between Shifei and Africa, when Qiu Buping came to the aid of Baili and smashed all the victories in Zhao Lian's hands with one shot.

It's like fate is destined to be so.

Last time, this gun brought despair to Weihou.

And this time, the rotation of fate, what it brought was hope, and it sent back the victory that had been taken away to Zhao Lian.

A ray of sunlight found on the shining silver spear.

The surrounding sky was still dim and silent, but the despair brought by those dimness could not stop the eyes of everyone in the camp.

"Huh"

One person fell lightly in the ray of sunlight with the bright silver spear, as if he also stepped out of the light, Shen Qiu was still dressed in the same old clothes, white clothes and black shirts, with broken hair and a very well repaired beard.

With black fist blades in both hands, there were five-colored true qi in the divine martial arts, turning into a flow tube and wrapping around him.

"You guys look a bit messy here, there's garbage all over the place, and you need to clean it up."

Shen Qiu stretched out his hand to hold the trembling spear body, and with a flick of his hand, the hundred birds hissed at the phoenix spear, bringing up the cold light star, and several ghost warriors of the Japanese Kingdom who were ten zhang away behind Shen Qiu were shattered.

He looked at the little sister with a surprised face, and said:

"Your Majesty, do you need help cleaning it up?"

"Senior brother!"

All the worries in Qingqing's heart disappeared at this moment, and she shouted loudly:

"Why are you the only one! What about the promised reinforcements? ”

"Reinforcements are here."

Shen Qiu didn't look at the trembling and frightened widows behind him, he opened his arms in that ray of sunshine and whispered:

"All the heroes, the soul returns.

Together with us, protect my rivers and mountains, and slaughter Diyi. ”

The yin wind suddenly rose, and tens of thousands of flying stars were wrapped around Shen Qiu's side, and the spiritual pressure skyrocketed, making a kind of onmyoji tremble, this kind of might, this kind of spiritual pressure...

The Middle-earth warrior in front of him, could it be that he really opened the gate of the underworld and attracted the ghost soldiers of Huangquan?

"Hahaha"

In the midst of wild laughter, holding a double axe and carrying terrifying burns on his body, Liu Junshan, who was like a ghost in Huangquan, strode out, and in the roar of ten thousand people, his broken gong voice resounded through the sky.

"The world's No. 1 right and wrong village, sweep away the world's grievances!"

The Yin Soul General raised his axe, causing thunder in the sky, just like an evil demon coming to the world, and the end has come.

"Miscellaneous, cry as much as you want, scream, shout."

"Grandpa, you're back!"