Li Mu broke through the sea of blood with one horse and one horse, and at the same time, he also broke through the shackles of the countless pale arms on the demon warriors controlled by Ge Muchen.

Without the blood sea evil spirit to stop him, Ge Muchen's war giant sword immediately fell on Bai Qi's head with a thunderous force. The blade of the sword, which was made of earth and stone, was slammed into the ground along with Shiraku's body, until it was out of handle.

"We can win!" Li Mu stood in the sea of blood and shouted at the soldiers of the Zhao State.

The soldiers of the Zhao State, who had been frightened by the cry of the ten thousand ghosts underground, finally gathered their fighting spirit again at this time, responded to Li Mu's shout, and charged towards the position of the Qin army.

Zhang Qiling was still fighting with the white-clothed scribe at this time, although she and Mazaki Yihang were working together to deal with the scribe, but the scribe did not fall behind because of this.

After a long time, Zhang Qiling couldn't hold his breath first.

She saw the scene of Bai Qi being pierced into the ground by Ge Muchen's war giant sword, and immediately spoke provocatively: "You generals have all been poked by a sword!" Haven't you surrendered yet? ”

The white-clothed scribe didn't show much loss because of Zhang Qiling's words, he just shook the feather fan lightly and said, "How could General Bai be defeated so easily by this kind of carving insect skill?" You ignorant children who have not dried up are a little too arrogant. ”

As he shook his feather fan, out of the long wind and snow that had always surrounded him, two people who were exactly like him came out.

Whether it is the frequency of shaking the feather fan or the rhythm of breathing, even the trajectory of the hair swaying in the wind is exactly the same as that of the white-clothed scribe, and there is no clue at all.

"Illusion?" Masaki barely stood and exclaimed.

He almost reflexively used a "delusion-breaking spell" attached to himself and Zhang Qiling, but even so, the two "people" who came out of the wind and snow were still standing there and did not disappear at all.

"It's not a low-level thing like illusion." The white-clothed scribe said with a smile, and the shadow of a huge snow-capped mountain appeared behind him.

"This is 'please God', and the two people next to me are gods who appear in my image in the world. With them, I can more than triple the speed at which I can cast spells. ”

As if to confirm the truth of what he said, when he finished speaking, large clusters of snowflakes flew out from the virtual shadow of the snowy mountain behind him, wrapped in chill and death, and rushed towards Zhang Qiling.

Each snowflake is a sharp knife with the ability to slice through skin and muscle.

And the young scribe stood there, not pinching the trick in his hand, not even chanting a mantra.

Zhang Qiling gritted his teeth and activated the scientific and technological broadsword in his hand again, and thousands of lasers on the blade shone brightly, penetrating the wind and snow, and shooting towards the white-clothed scribe behind the wind and snow.

However, the wind and snow were so great that she couldn't see if her blade had hit the target.

Between attack and defense, the snow that fell on her crimson laser armor fell and melted, constantly consuming her energy.

Seeing that Zhang Qiling was about to be devoured by the wind and snow, Mazaki Yihang vomited out a mouthful of blood, and the katana in his hand smelled the breath of blood and kept trembling.

"Spirit of Words: Anti-Magic Shell!" Masaki said loudly.

The pale barrier and the top of Zhang Qiling's head fell, stopping the windy snow that swirled and whistling a meter in front of her.

There was no wind and snow that obstructed his vision, and the sword light in Zhang Qiling's hand no longer hesitated, and immediately slashed towards the figure standing at the end of the wind and snow.

However, it was only then that Zhang Qiling discovered a problem.

Hey, why are there only two people across from me? Shouldn't there be three?

"Heavenly!" Masaki Kazuhang suddenly shouted.

I saw that the white-clothed scribe left two so-called gods distracted, and his body rose to the sky under the cover of the wind and snow, and went straight to Gao Huan, who was fighting with the woman in red.

"Gao Huan be careful!" Zhang Qiling immediately shouted, wanting to rush forward to help desperately.

But the two gods of the snow mountain pounced on Zhang Qiling at this time, entangled Zhang Qiling to death, and did not give her any chance to help.

Gao Huan was in the middle of a battle with the woman in red at the moment, and he saw that he had firmly gained the upper hand.

As soon as that woman came to lacked a magic tool to protect herself, her own realm was lower than Gao Huan's, so when she fought with Gao Huan, she was inevitably suppressed everywhere, and it was difficult to maintain.

And Gao Huan just heard Zhang Qiling's words and reminders, and a yin wind had already whistled behind him.

The feather fan in the white-clothed scribe's hand was covered with a layer of ice, making it much sharper than an ordinary sword, and then he used it to slash straight at Gao Huan's neck.

When Gao Huan found out about all this, the other party was only a few inches away from him, no matter how strong he was, as long as this blow was stabbed by the other party, it would definitely be the result of direct GG.

Gao Huan's breathing immediately stagnated, and under the gritting of his teeth, he didn't have time to think about it, the wings behind him shook suddenly, and he took him directly towards the woman in red.

Under this impact, he gave up most of the defense in his body, and with the speed of pursuing the extreme, he was really dodged by the killer blow from behind.

The woman in red saw Gao Huan crashing towards her, and the small sword in her hand suddenly enlarged, like a thunderbolt slashing towards Gao Huan's head, intending to split Gao Huan directly in half.

However, what she didn't expect was that Gao Huan's acceleration was only instantaneous, and he suddenly turned his direction and went straight to the sky.

The woman in red couldn't contain her sword, and the small sword in her hand sank into the chest of the white-clothed scribe who was chasing behind Gao Huan like a streamer, piercing it in an instant.

A mouthful of blood gushed out of the white-clothed scribe's mouth, and his body turned into a ball of snow and fell to the ground.

And Gao Huan rushed straight into the sky, and smashed a fist on the paper fan that the woman in red left in the air to block the rain of light.

A circle of ripples rippled on the surface of the paper umbrella, and this ripple continued to expand after Gao Huan threw several punches one after another, and finally it seemed that the umbrella finally couldn't bear it anymore, and there was a cracking sound like a broken mirror, turning into countless fragments falling from the air.

Seeing that her magic equipment was shattered by Gao Huan, the woman in red let out a sharp roar, and galloped towards Gao Huan with her sword desperately.

But when the paper umbrella fell to the earth, the canopy that obscured half of the sky also disappeared.

Along with the paper umbrella, it was a rain of light that sprinkled and dripped.

Every ray of rain is a sword that can easily take the lives of ordinary people. The figure of the woman in red rushing towards Gao Huan was also buried in this dripping rain of light.

Gao Huan coughed up a mouthful of blood foam and looked at the ground under his feet.

After the killing god Bai Qi was pierced into the ground by Ge Muchen with the sword of war, that sea of blood gradually dissipated. But the uneasiness in Gao Huan's heart did not diminish in the slightest.

Underneath the ground, there was an even more violent tremor. It was as if some ancient beast had been lurking underground, slowly waking up.