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"Oh no, the gates are broken!"

A cry of horror clearly fell on the ears of everyone on the city wall, like a blow to the head, which made them feel helpless, and their hearts instantly cooled half.

"What about the Xuanchen Dao Chief? Why is he not well yet! ”

Someone was roaring angrily, and the night clouds were deeply fearful and desperate in their hearts, unable to calm down.

What the Xuanchen Daoist was going to do, they didn't know, because what the Xuanchen Daoist said was to let them follow his orders, and when the time came, he would tell them what to do.

However, he never appeared!

"Go, go find him!" Some people are out of breath and still have illusions about that Taoist priest.

"I believe in that stinky Taoist priest, it's better for us to fight with them!" Some people are iron-blooded, and they would rather die than be stubborn, and they are about to rush forward as they say.

"No, no, no, I, I don't want to die......" Someone's footsteps were retreating, trembling, not daring to take another step forward.

Someone turned around and ran out, but was directly pierced through the body by the suddenly appeared ghost soldier, and then fell to the ground, and the falling snowflakes seemed to bury him.

The ghost soldiers continued to pour into the city, Song Shoujiang and others swore to resist to the death, blood splashed, dyed red with snow, who was falling, who was flying ashes and annihilation in the fight?

A chaotic battle is unfolding.

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All kinds of voices were mixed, the roars of the fighting, the horror of the people, the cries of children, and the army of ghosts was just waiting to drive straight in.

However, at this moment, a string sound began to come from outside the sky, elegant and gentle.

The aftermath lingered, containing a force, like a beautiful illusion, echoing in the hearts of everyone and ghosts little by little, as if they had forgotten something.

Forget the fight, forget the footsteps that only wait for the long drive to enter, forget that the spear raised should have fallen long ago.

Everything seemed to be still, only the beautiful sound of the piano kept echoing, and their eyes couldn't help but look in the direction from which the sound came.

Who is it? Who is playing the qin?

On the distant mountain, someone turned his backhand, and the guqin in his hand was swept into his arms, and in an instant, the sound of the qin stopped.

With the other hand, he opened an oil-paper umbrella, stepped out, and flew directly towards Hezhou City from a high place, wearing a red coat constantly flying in the wind and snow.

The sound of the piano disappeared, and many people gradually regained their senses, and they couldn't help but feel a little inexplicable, but when they saw the red shadow in mid-air that was getting closer and closer, they couldn't take their eyes off for a while.

What kind of person is that?

In the dark night, they saw that it was a man holding a red oil-paper umbrella and holding a guqin; It was a man who stepped on the cold wind and walked through the frost and snow; It was a person who wore a red dress like blood, and a light veil to hide his face, but it was difficult to hide his graceful appearance.

Is she here to help them?

The ghost soldiers also quickly came to their senses and began to attack the human race again, and everyone began to resist one after another, and a fight was staged again.

Feng Qingyan flew to Hezhou City from mid-air, she landed on the roof at the highest point of the city wall, stood on her feet, turned around in an instant, her dress swirled, a thin red veil covered her face, and then a pair of exposed beautiful eyes, calm and calm, unfazed.

A mark on the forehead is even more demonic.

Her position was too conspicuous, many people saw her, and even those hiding in the shadows couldn't help but exclaim: "Childe, that's not ......"

As soon as the person in front of him raised his hand, all the voices stopped.

On the other side, the ghost general on the high mountain in the distance saw Feng Qingyan, and his eyes narrowed slightly.

A ghost soldier jumped up to attack Feng Qingyan, but as soon as she raised her foot, she directly kicked the ghost soldier away.

As soon as the Liuyue Blood Tang umbrella in her hand was collected, she immediately put it into the cave ruin enchantment, and the brown-red guqin in her arms turned around, put it on her arm, and plucked the strings with her other hand, and a beautiful piano sound sounded again.

The sound of the piano carried her soul power, and it was able to disperse throughout Hezhou City, and many people who heard it felt that their hearts were slowly becoming calm, and the fear gradually dissipated in their hearts, and they enjoyed the beautiful sound of the piano.

I don't know how long it took, suddenly, the melody of the piano changed, and the sound of "Zheng" sounded, people woke up like a dream, and the piano sound was still as wonderful as a fairyland, and they could only lose the intoxicating feeling that they had just fallen into.

"All the ghosts obey the order!"

An order came from above, and everyone's eyes fell once again to the figure standing on the city wall.

"Take my order and withdraw from Hezhou City!"

A cold and arrogant posture, an order mixed with prestige and killing intent, her words fell at will, the strings on the guqin were picked, and the last sound was made, and then this voice was like the last command, and the aftersound lingered in the minds of everyone and all ghosts.

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"Ghost Mastery!"

When the ghost general saw this scene, his pupils shrank, and he quickly walked towards Hezhou City.

Nuan Zhi, who was still tied up, also noticed that something was wrong with the situation, and he didn't come back to his senses for a long time.

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The ghost soldiers broke through the city gate, but after all, they still did not completely pour into Hezhou City, and with an order, they continued to withdraw from Hezhou City.

Some spears were behind them, turned around and rushed out of the city gate as fast as they could, while others jumped off the walls and got up and retreated when they landed.

This sudden change made the people guarding Hezhou City a little unbelievable. They had been holding on for too long, and their bodies were already scarred, and as soon as they relaxed, some people could not hold on for a while, and passed out on the ground.

"Who is she?" Someone asked, and they looked at the figure standing on a high place, as if standing in the clouds, unattainable.

Gradually, the wind and snow blurred her eyes, and she became more and more distant under their eyes.

Just when everyone thought they could breathe a sigh of relief, suddenly a figure flashed, directly approaching Feng Qingyan.

"Who are you! Why help the Terrans! The ghost general swung out a palm as he spoke, falling towards Feng Qingyan, and his moves were fast and accurate.

He didn't know who Feng Qingyan was, but if he knew how to control ghosts, he should be from his ghost clan, but the ghost clan army that was supposed to capture Hezhou City, she ordered them to retreat, which was contrary to his thoughts.

Back off? No way!

Turning sideways, the skirt of the wind and face flew over, she spun a few steps under her feet, and when she stood firm, she plucked the strings, and instantly the sound of the piano turned into a blade, heading towards the ghost general.

Kotone faced the attack head-on, and the ghost general's figure stepped back, raising his hand to form a protective wall in front of him, colliding with Kotoin, and both were shattered.

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The ghost soldiers came and retreated quickly, and there was not much left in Hezhou City at this moment. In the darkness, someone was whispering in a suppressed voice: "No, how can you retreat!" ”

His hands condensed spiritual power to urge the magic circle, his face was hideous, and his eyes were bloodthirsty.

At the same time, the white flags swayed all over Hezhou City, and the bells tied to them rang in the cold wind, sounding messy, but they didn't seem to be messy.

No one knew that the crisp sound of the bell was composing a lament of death at the moment.