Not only the two ghost kings, but also the ordinary ghost pawns who are under the soul destroying array at this moment, and their combat power is becoming weaker and weaker, and their bodies are also covered with a layer of cold armor. The sudden change gave birth to an alarm in the hearts of Huan Gong and Yang Jian, and they had no energy in their hearts to pay attention to what they represented at the moment, and they just wanted to capture and kill Yang Xian as soon as possible.

The Nine-Headed Ghost King and the Blue-Faced Ghost King had no combat power, and fell to the ground, half-dead. There was only one wrestler beside Yang Xian who was seriously injured and became more and more weak under the Soul Destroying Array.

Yang Xian's defense was empty, and there were several generals of the Liang army watching from the sidelines. But with the example of the previous general, the emptier Yang Xian's side looked, the more they didn't dare to make a move.

Yang Jian made a move, breaking this strange state.

A little spiritual fire came out, and the dark blue color looked particularly strange in the night when the war was raging.

"Is it finally out!"

The spiritual fire floated in the void, blocking the path of Yang Jian's attack and forcing him back a few steps.

Yang Jian sneered in his heart, looking at the tall figure that slowly appeared beside Yang Xian. At this point, all the combat power mastered by Yang Xian in the intelligence has appeared.

Nian Xianchen was by Yang Xian's side from beginning to end, and he also saw the scenes of the confrontation since the start of the war.

"Most of my Lingqi is consumed, and the two people in front of me are not easy to deal with. If this continues, failure is also a matter of time. ”

is to say the words of frustration, Nian Xianchen did not mean to be depressed at all, but stated to Yang Xian very calmly. In his eyes, there is even a little affection.

Nian Xianchen's confession surprised Huan Gong and the others, but Yang Xian was accustomed to it. He smiled and waved his fan.

"Don't worry, with these two old guys and the 10,000 heavy armor of this Liang army, you can't do anything to us?"

Yang Xian said it easily, but he also angered the Liang generals on the side. Even the scheming Huan Gong couldn't help but feel a little angry in his heart.

"Yang Xian Xiao'er, when I capture you and escort Shendu, I want to see if you can still be so arrogant!"

The Liang generals are not afraid of death, and Huan Gong is not a greedy person. In fact, the soldiers of the Liang army who can survive a hundred battles and survive the bloody storm are often not people who are afraid of death.

The spiritual fire is terrifying, the ghosts are evil, and the wrestlers are like mountains, but they can't stop the hot fighting hearts.

By this time of the battle, the area around the main tent had long since become a ruin. The fire was scorching, and several generals rose to the sky if they had a tacit understanding, and each used their own means to swear to capture and kill Yang Xian.

The wrestler, who had been behind Yang Xian, finally moved, his huge body took a few steps forward, and his bare arm stretched out, holding the long soldier of a Liang general.

It's just that even if this wrestler is strong, he only has two hands after all. Although several generals rose at the same time, they were orderly and coordinated.

Three blades were inserted into the cyan body of the wrestler, and the thin flame burning with bloody killing aura was able to inflict the most direct damage on the soul body.

It can be seen with the naked eye that the cyan body of the wrestler is slowly fading, and the wound is dyed with a thin flame that is slowly expanding, as if it is about to tear the wrestler, and the huge body that stands like a mountain can't resist it after all, and he kneels down, losing his luster in his eyes.

The feather fan in Yang Xian's hand was still shaking, but the generals left the wrestler who had already lost his combat power and came towards Yang Xian.

Step by step, not in a hurry, the long soldier in his hand was dragged on the ground, although it was not stained with blood, but it looked even more fierce.

At this point, in Liang Jun's eyes, Yang Xian has nothing else by his side except for a Nian Xianchen.

And Huan Gong, Yang Jian, plus those generals, are fierce and fierce. At this point in the battle, except for Yang Xian, the rest of the people didn't roll back between life and death.

The monks of the first line of the army have mastered the art of killing, and they are well-dressed, but they can be described as the most vicious beasts in the world.

"Up!"

Huan Gong shouted, and everyone came together. Nian Xianchen was about to show it in his hand, but he was grasped by Yang Xian. She looked at Yang Xian with some curiosity, although the enemy was coming, it was only a few zhang away, but she stopped here, her face was full of trust, it seemed that as long as Yang Xian said that it was okay, even if there was a cliff in front of her, she would jump off.

Qingguang is now, and Lux is out.

Only this time, Yang Xian was no longer just a lone wrestler, but more than a dozen.

Bang bang!

Under the protection of these dozen wrestlers, Huan Gong, Yang Jian and several generals were forced to retreat.

Yang Xian was still shaking the fan there, shaking it so that Huan Gong had a headache. At this moment, he couldn't wait to go up and snatch the scorched fan in Yang Xian's hand and tear it to pieces.

"There are so many wrestlers, how did you summon them quietly?" Yang Jian's face was full of doubt, and it didn't take long, but he suddenly had a layer of enlightenment, "By the way, Bi Luoyi, why did I forget it?" ”

What is Bi Luo Yi?

Huan Gong had doubts in his heart, but he didn't want to ask too much at this time. Yang Jian's body lying on the ground slowly stood up and laughed.

"Under the Soul Destroying Array, all the soul body refining will be suppressed. Knowing this, you still summoned so many wrestlers. Yang Xian, are you really exhausted? ”

A good general needs to know how to encourage his subordinates at the right time. Although Yang Jian is not a Liang general, he is also well versed in this way.

Hearing Yang Jian's words, several Liang generals who had just been shocked by the sudden appearance of the wrestlers showed confidence on their faces again.

"Really?"

Yang Xian just smiled, the fan in his hand suddenly paused, and his eyes were shining.

What's going on, this killing intent?

Yang Jian was surprised in his heart, could such a killing intent be something that the seemingly weak Yang Xian could have?

Yang Zizhan, are you really the same as Yang You'an?

Yang Jian felt a trace of uneasiness in his heart, although he didn't know where this uneasiness came from, it seemed that he had ignored something?

"Be careful!"

Huan Gong's voice sounded in his ears, and at the same time, a thunderbolt quickly approached Yang Jian.

The arc was sizzling, and Yang Jian could even clearly feel the trembling sensation on the skin on his back.

Yang Jian has been outside the Saiwai for more than ten years, and he has lived and died for a long time, and when it is most dangerous, he even fought against the barbarians for three days without water and food before waiting for reinforcements.

Yang Jian reacted in a timely manner, this deadly sneak attack did not achieve the desired effect, but it also caused him great pain.

The power of thunder and lightning cut through, paralyzing half of Yang Jian's body.

Climbing up from the ground with difficulty, covering his bleeding wounds, a loud roar came from Yang Jian's ears.

Nine voices overlapped, and Yang Jian had only heard such a sound in his life.

"How so?"

The blue-faced ghost king whose arm was shattered by Yang Jian was floating in front of Yang Xian again at this moment. It was covered with a thin layer of ice armor, and the wounds on its arms looked horrific, but they still functioned freely.