"Bad old man, you didn't die in the beast tide because you accumulated virtue in your previous life, and now you don't cherish it and run to die?" Seeing that he could no longer stop Suel, the dark rat turned his head to taunt Lumber.

Rumbell didn't reply, and with a wave of his wand, a water whip slammed into him. The dark rat deftly dodged, and the shadow's body elongated again and quickly approached the lumber.

"Flowing Water Slashing Sword" The wand in Longbell's hand shook, and the water turned into a thin blade and slashed towards the dark mouse, but it was still helpless to help the other party's shadow body, and it slashed through it without any effect.

In the battle formation formed by the soldiers, the Burial Soul waved the sharp blade in his hand as if entering a no-man's land. As long as each white sword touches the soldiers, it will be sent directly to the Yellow Spring, and the effect of the battle array cannot be exerted at all.

A "choking" sound of weapons colliding sounded, and the young general Miton used the dark spear in his hand to hold the white knife of the soul, otherwise the knife would fly out and another soldier would die.

Milton stopped the Burial Soul, but the rest of the Demon Spirit Society didn't even have the idea of waiting, and continued to rush towards the periphery along the gap created by the Burial Soul.

"Is this your companion? Flying separately when disaster strikes? It's really a group of chaotic ministers and thieves, and there is no emotion at all. Miton felt the power coming from the gun, and said disdainfully as he struggled to hold the white knife that was still pressing down.

"Because they know," Soul Burial withdrew, giving Mitton a little respite, and then slashed out diagonally again, "no one can stop me." ”

Mitton flashed the knife sideways, and his body did not move, and the one-handed gun was shot at the chest of the Dead Soul, and the body of the gun shook and shook out four or five spear flowers at the moment of stabbing.

The knife of the soul burial is too old to close the knife and then slash, so it is a slap to the top. Milton jumped backwards with one foot on the ground, and if it was against a normal enemy, the blow would have been dodged.

It's a pity that he is fighting against the Soul Burial, and the moment the white knife is cut into the air, a sword light flew out from the tip of the knife and directly sank into Miton's chest. Mitton's eyes fell in disbelief, as if he couldn't believe his fate of losing after only three moves.

"The marksmanship is good, but it's a pity that no one in melee combat can win if they are not careful and do not understand the opponent's weapon, you made a mistake, so you died." The Dead Spirit whispered to himself as he walked past Miten's corpse, as if lamenting the loss of a young life.

But in the next second, his white knife swung at the next person, and took the life of another person, as if it was someone else who was full of emotion just now, and he still didn't hesitate or imitate it.

In the blink of an eye, the breakout journey of the Demon Spirit Guild was halfway complete. Under the strange white knife of the soul, ordinary soldiers without the blessing of the battle array are filling in with human lives to block their way forward.

However, under the desperate resistance of the soldiers, Suel finally felt the presence of the demon spirits. At the same time, in the ruins of the City Lord's Mansion, a silent dark arrow also quietly flew out, aiming directly at Qianmian who was in charge of command.

With a crisp sound of the "bell", the mourning sword that had been following Qianmian fiercely blocked the flying dark arrow, which saved Qianmian.

"Show any cards you have in your hand, or you're going to take them to hell." The burial soul changed his previous image of not saying a word, and strode towards Suel, who was not far from everyone, with a white knife in his hand.

"Thorns, Ape Demon, take them down for me." Suel gritted his teeth and gave an order, if it weren't for the death order given to him by the Grand Duke of the Heart Shield, he would definitely not use the so-called support forces of other Grand Dukes, which meant a manifestation of his own incompetence.

A black dagger stabbed out of the void and went straight to the back of the soul of the burial soul, which was instantly interrupted by a wisp of piano sound from the violinist, and a tall figure on the other side jumped directly from the ruins of the city lord's mansion.

"Oh? The Spirit Guard of the Grand Duke of Sharp Sword, you are also involved? Seeing the two people who suddenly appeared, Thousand Faces asked very strangely.

The tall man who jumped from the City Lord's Mansion and crossed a distance of dozens of meters shook his shoulders and said, "Why did the cat catch mice these days, and do you have to ask the cause of death before the mouse dies?" ”

"Ape Demon, you're still so self-conscious." The long sword in the hand of the Dead Sword went straight to the tall man named Ape Demon, and on the other side, the fire ghost was facing the thorn that had just tried to assassinate the Dead Soul.

"The Miton you killed just now is my nephew," Suel raised the broad-bladed sword in his hand and said coldly to the funeral soul who came over, "I have to kill you, otherwise I won't be able to explain when I go back." ”

"Don't worry, when a person dies, there is no need to explain anything." The burial soul was still slashed out with the same sword, and Suel raised the big sword in his hand and fought hard.

After the blow, the two of them each took a few steps back, obviously in terms of strength, the two of them also belonged to half a catty to eight taels, the knife of the soul was coming out faster and faster, and the sword light quickly spread out to completely envelop Suel.

The thorns continue to sneak up on the fire ghost from all directions, and the flames around the fire ghost perfectly defend all the dead corners, and the thorns also have a feeling that the mouse has nowhere to start in the face of such a situation.

"Calling the spirit by name, thorns have thorns" The thorns liberated their spiritual weapons and rushed towards the flames of the fire ghost, and countless branches continued to grow on his body and drew towards the flames, that is, he broke the fire ghost's flame protection by breaking it in this way.

The "Flame Breath" fire ghost opened one hand towards the thorn, and the flame-like shape in the mouth of the surging fire ordinary dragon turned into a whirlpool and sprayed wildly towards the thorn, and the overwhelming flames completely submerged the thorn's body in an instant.

"It's kind of interesting," Thorn sighed as he stepped out of the flames, and the thorns formed a sturdy set of armor on his body, completely insulating the flames.

On the other side, the duel between the ape demon and the mourning sword was even more shocking, within a few minutes of the fight, the two chose the same way of playing, and the left hand of the mourning sword completely formed a strange shape, obviously a punch from the ape demon.

However, the ape demon was not comfortable either, and there were countless deep or shallow wounds all over his body, and he was obviously not in a good state.

"Whew, why the hell do you have to work for these Federation brutes?" After another frantic collision, Death Sword roared frantically at the ape demon.

"Hmph, you people won't understand the greatness of the three archdukes at all." The Ape Demon snorted coldly and rushed up again, obviously having no interest in the topic of the Death Sword.

"Then let's divide the victory and defeat in the next blow, call the spirit with your name, and send the soul to the end." Mourning Sword raised the sword in his hand with one hand, and finished reciting his spiritual prayer with a solemn face.