The form on the field gradually became a one-sided situation, and Pan Guo's men were crushed under the offensive of Fang Yuan and the others, and they didn't even have the strength to parry. The other spirit people didn't dare to step forward, for fear of being targeted by the fierce people of Fang Yuan and Liu Ziming.

Li Hu fought happily, with a lot of colors on his body, and the blood stained his clothes cut by the knife red, but he was still in good spirits. These injuries are not serious, but he himself is very happy, and it seems that he has returned to the time when he fought against various martial arts masters in Jinmen in his life.

There were ten people in the field, and more than 30 of Pan Guo's 60 people were indiscriminate. The other thirty people didn't dare to fight, either lying on the ground and writhing in pain, or they were directly drawn by Fang Yuan and fainted. There are even worse ones, those who are directly thrown into the darkness and swallowed up silently.

In the end, the spirit people brought by Pan Guo were barely able to have the strength to fight, and there were less than ten who were still awake, throwing away their knives and squatting on the ground to gasp carefully, for fear that they would be thrown into the terrifying darkness by Fang Yuan and them in the next second. People who have died once and are born again are not afraid of death, because they know how uncomfortable it is, so they are even more afraid of death.

Song Kai and the others were holding knives and looked at the spirit people who were squatting on the ground, and the other part of them were indiscriminate, and after being stared at by Fang Yuan, they also quickly squatted down. They also looked cautiously at the golden whip in Fang Yuan's hand, they could see it clearly, the scars on the fainting faces on the ground were almost all drawn by Fang Yuan.

At this time, Pan Guo had already climbed a very high step, and he was about to disappear from everyone's eyes before he reached the top in less than a tenth of the time. How could Liu Ziming allow him to run, he grabbed four or five half-length knives, and he didn't know how to throw them away, so he threw them out.

The blade spun in the air, and flew towards the top of the steps with a whistling sound, and with a "bell", a small piece of white jade steps was slashed, but it did not hit Pan Guo. Liu Ziming threw three more handfuls in a row, but his strength was very great, but he didn't hit a single one.

Liu Ziming was a little embarrassed, and glanced back at Song Kai, Gu Chunshu, and Wen Xin, and the three of them shrugged in unison, saying that they couldn't throw it away at all. They also have darts and knives, but this knife is really inappropriate, they may not be as good as Liu Ziming, at least Liu Ziming's strength is there.

Fang Yuan and Liu Ziming glanced at each other, then rushed forward, leaving Song Kai and Li Hu to look at the rest of the spirits. The situation here has been decided, there will be no accidents, the biggest change is Pan Guo, who is about to enter the palace, who knows what is in the palace.

Fang Yuan was in a hurry, still holding Fang Cun, in this case, he would not leave his younger brother behind at any moment. The more hurried and slow, he glanced up, and was dizzy by the white jade steps, as if there was no end in sight. I have to admire Pan Guo, a pig, who is really not slow to climb.

Liu Ziming is much faster, he has no sense of disobedience with his hands and feet, and the coordination of his hands and feet is particularly perfect, just like an orangutan running wildly. Often, the above are four or five steps, and before you know it, you will open a distance from Fang Yuan.

"Ziming!" Fang Yuan shouted at him, and then flew the golden light shield out, the round golden light shield flew far away, and flew straight towards Liu Ziming.

Fang Yuan's technique of throwing discs also benefited from the guild, one year he traveled to England and wanted to learn guns, but the guild actually said that his parents did not agree, so he went to the shooting range to throw discs for others. I haven't had a chance to use the firearm technique, I don't know what the level is, but this throwing disc is not said, it is stable and accurate, and even the speed and angle can be changed freely.

Liu Ziming turned around, caught the golden light shield with one hand, and continued to rush up, near the end of the steps, he jumped hard, like a tiger crossing a stream. He held the golden shield in front of him, and it could be said that as long as he didn't get hit by a piercing sharp weapon, he would be fine if he was hit head-on by a sprinting truck with his physique.

There was a sound of horses, and then the sound of horses' hooves sounded throughout the hall, but it was only a horse, but the sound of horses' hooves was like a reverberating magic sound, lingering in the ears.

"Retreat!"

A hoarse roar, like the roar of a mummy buried in the wind and sand for thousands of years, sounded along with the gallop of the horses and the whistling sound of breaking through the air.

Liu Ziming had just crossed the steps, and before he could see the situation clearly, his vision was blocked by a huge black shadow. The spear gradually grew larger in his eyes, and he struggled to raise the golden light shield to resist, and with a "boom", his already vacated body flew backwards.

Everyone below looked up, and it was a very impactful picture, Liu Ziming was stabbed with a shield. And in front of him, the man who stabbed him, rode a tall black horse, spitting blue flames, and a black spear, and even men and horses jumped high and rose into the air together, like a cliff crossing a horse.