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Under the gloomy sky, on the plain where the smell of blood had not yet dissipated, the array of black pressure advanced like a city wall, and there was a general trend like a sea of mountains and seas between the advances. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

And on the opposite side of them, there was only one enemy who drove the horses forward.

Facing the power of the mountain, the red rabbit carried forward with Lu Bumai's light steps, the scarlet flames and the black-purple calamity aura wrapped around the body of the ghost god, and there was a terrifying power like a volcano in the silence.

800 meters...... 500 meters......

The flag bearer in the center of the array suddenly raised the flag and shouted: "Release the arrows"

The sound of countless bowstrings twisting overlapped at the same time, like countless crows flapping their wings, unsettling.

In the next moment, a sharp sound pierced the palpitating silence, as if an endless crow flapped its wings and soared into the sky, obscuring the sky and the sun, and its eyes were scarlet.

A layer of black clouds instantly rose from the array, and a dense rain of arrows whistled and pierced.

Facing the endless rain of arrows, the speed of the red rabbit suddenly accelerated, the sound of the horse's hooves trampling on the people's hearts ticked, and the ghost god shrouded in scarlet flames on the saddle slowly took off the mutilated Fang Tian painting halberd from behind.

The broken Fang Tian Painting Halberd still carried a chilling hideous killing intent, and even if it was covered with gaps, it could not erase the blood-colored traces on its body that could never be wiped clean.

Under the shroud of flames, the ghost's face covered in incantations suddenly showed a cruel smile, and he suddenly roared in the face of the black cloud like a rain of arrows.

In a thunderous roar, Fang Tian's halberd was raised high, and then slashed towards the sky in front of him

The blood-colored flames condensed into sword light, whistling and slashing through the air flow of countless arrows, and the sound of explosion was heard.

In the sound of tearing, the rain of arrows that were pressed by the black pressure was actually slashed into two times by Fang Tian's painting halberd, and hundreds of broken arrows were chopped and fell to the ground.

The terrifying sound of the arrow piercing the earth could not stop the sound of horses' hooves that resounded through the heavens and the earth, and in the sound of the red rabbit galloping, the ghost god brandished the Fang Tian painting halberd and sprinted towards the mountain-like array

Like a meteor, with an unstoppable momentum, the red rabbit slammed into the array.

Visible to the naked eye, the wall of the large shield trembled, and the iron hooves of the red rabbit stepped into huge cracks on it.

As the crimson war horse turned around, the Fang Tian painting halberd in the hand of the ghost god on the horseback screamed and slashed out.

As if a tissue paper had been torn, in a hoarse sound, half a large shield flew up with two heads, and the first blood of this war spurted out of the severed neck.

There is a path that has been repeated countless times throughout history, which only illustrates one point: once war and blood begin to flow, it is difficult to stop.

Fueled by the thrill of the loss of life, the remnants of each side will turn into beasts immersed in slaughter, swinging their swords and pulling the trigger at any foe that is still alive.

And now, the ghosts and gods, who have tasted the long-lost taste of blood, lead the drumbeat of war, rush into the thick array, and the killing begins

It was as if the blood of substance was drawn by the air currents set off by the wielding of the halberd, as if converging into a tornado, constantly spreading, devouring any living creature that was caught in it.

Shattered limbs and screams spread from within.

With the strength of just one person, the demons and gods broke through a dense array that was enough to bury enemies many times their size.

At this moment, the ghosts and gods seem to have turned into tigers, and the demon king's army ...... It is the Lamb

Killing machines rushed around the array, constantly provoking different heads.

On the battlefield where everyone screamed in fear, he was the only one left partying and reveling.

This is Lu Bu, a ghost and god who was born only for the battlefield and for killing.

In the depths of the layers of arrays, there was a strange sound of monsters roaring, and the mace covered with barbs suddenly blocked in front of Fang Tian's halberd.

In the fireworks of blades and barbs, a sneering voice suddenly came from the helmet of the ghost god: "My subordinates are defeated, and I dare to stop me."

As if ice water had been empowered, the bull ghost suddenly remembered the monster that had trampled its faith to pieces, and the mace in his hand almost flew out under the great force.

Its eyes widened in disbelief, trying to see the darkness beneath its armor, only to find that there was nothing

It unconsciously stepped back and made an incredulous voice: "Lu Bu, you are Lu Bu"

"Lu Bu is dead" The knight on the war horse slashed the mace and its horns, and responded coldly: "I am a ghost god"

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"It's really incredible, Lu Bu has already broken free from Yuan Lu Zhi...... Is it bound by adults? Sima Yi squinted his eyes at the black-armored knight on the war horse on top of the arrow tower: "Such a posture is definitely Lu Bu, it won't be wrong." ”

And the hundred-eyed ghost could only look at his comrades-in-arms with pity, and sighed silently: "Cow ghost ......"

When it stepped on the battlefield, its name was included in the list of the dead by Sima Yi. It understood that this was just a warning given by Sima Yi to himself, a warning to be obedient.

Thinking of this, it no longer looked at the chaotic battlefield, but looked at Sima Yi's back in awe, and bowed his head respectfully.

It seemed that he could detect the appearance of the hundred-eyed ghost, and a sneer appeared on the corner of Sima Yi's lips with his back to him, and he quickly stopped wasting attention on it.

His eyes wandered on the battlefield, but he could not find the figures behind the two ghosts, as if they had disappeared.

Then, suddenly, he felt the cold dead silence envelop him, and the sight that came from the crowd was filled with malicious coldness, like the shadow of death.

As if hallucinating, Sima Yi saw the man who looked at him with a smile on the chaotic battlefield, through countless surging soldiers.

For a moment, it seemed that only the black-clothed figure was left in the world.

The terrifying aura that simply shouldn't have appeared in the world spread from the body of the man in black, like a wriggling shadow, spreading death.

Layers of hallucinations wrapped him, like accidentally falling into a spider's web, and he could only watch the layers of dead silence surround him, and finally die of despair.

Gasping heavily, his pale face twitched, and he unconsciously bent down, his palm almost holding himself on the railing of the arrow tower.

The feeling of losing balance brought back his senses, and he resisted the fear of screaming and stared intently into the crowd, and the smiling man in black was gone.

It's like a nightmare without a trace.

"Hallucinations?" Sima Yi stood on the arrow tower in despair, muttering to himself in the cold wind.

And on the battlefield at this time, another wave of ** was set off again.

The reveling ghost god raised the Fang Tian painting halberd in his hand and cut off the enemy's head.

The running bull ghost didn't stop until he ran far away, spurting fishy blood from his neck, and his head was raised high by Fang Tian's halberd, his eyes were empty and confused, and he was no longer as vicious and fierce as before.

The cow ghost died so silently.

The snake men on the battlefield trembled and retreated, and only a stunned gaze remained above the head of Furuno Castle.

The old burly man, Shimazu Yoshihiro, stared wide-eyed, and his white beard trembled as he looked at the provoked head: "That monster, was it taken?" ”

The pale-faced but resolute-looking girl held the same double-strand snake spear as her father, sensing the delicate figure advancing on the battlefield.

Xingcai looked at her silver hair, raised her voice and said, "That's Lord Nuwa, Lord Nuwa!"

The general at the head of the castle laughed and ordered the captain next to him: "Inform Oda-sama that reinforcements have arrived."

"Wait." Yoshihiro Shimazu narrowed his eyes and looked in the direction of Nuwa: "Who is the man in black next to Lord Nuwa?" ”

"That man ......" Xingcai looked at the black-clothed figure, trying to recall the relevant memories, but he couldn't remember: "I don't know, but the ones who came with Lord Nuwa must be reinforcements, right?" ”

"I always think that guy is the scariest."

Yoshihiro Shimazu's white beard fluttered, and his voice was hoarse. It was the first time that this old general, who had been fighting on the battlefield for half his life, had such a great sense of fear for a man he met for the first time: "Do we really want to put him in the city?" ”

On the battlefield, Bai Shuo and Nuwa slowly advanced on the road cut by the ghosts and gods, and their breathing seemed to change with the rhythm of the battlefield.

Unconsciously, he had a slight transformation under the fighting environment of the outside world, like a madman drinking strong liquor and a butcher smelling blood, and being exuded by the fierce aura hidden under the gentle exterior.

A breath of dead silence swirled around him, and against the backdrop of the gloomy sky and the Shura battlefield, it seemed that the god of death leading the souls of the dead was moving forward.

Xingcai, who was above the city, noticed that Nuwa was not coerced, and she said in a deep voice: "I believe in Lord Nuwa, and the reinforcements she brought must be righteous people who are deeply trusted by Lord Nuwa. ”

"Haha, is it the old man that I'm getting less and less courageous?"

Shimazu Yoshihiro smiled self-deprecatingly, slowly picked up his iron cone, turned around and walked down the city: "Open the city gate, I will personally welcome reinforcements into the city"

On the battlefield, a straight trail of blood ran through the entire battlefield, and it was a road made of blood and dead corpses.

The bloody ghosts and gods were tirelessly killing in front, and Bai Shuo rode a war horse slowly forward in the rear, with an awe-inspiring expression, like an emperor patrolling his territory.

As the city gate slowly opened, Shimazu Yoshihiro, who was carrying a huge iron cone, led dozens of excited-looking soldiers to kill out, and defended the last line against the attack of the Demon King Army.

Effortlessly waving the heavy iron cone in his hand, the old military general shouted, "Please enter the city quickly, Lord Nuwa."

And in the distance, Sima Yi turned around with great interest, shook the black Qiqi feather fan in his hand, and a cold light flashed in his eyes.

The prey finally entered the trap, but I didn't expect that the people who came this time would be the Nuwa from the fairy world, and Lu Bu, who was out of the control of Yuan Lu Zhi......

But it doesn't matter anymore, your own reinforcements are coming. Then this city will be destroyed by its own hands

It was at this moment that he once again felt the gaze of death lock on his body, looking at him from the deepest part of the battlefield.

At that moment, the cold sweat on his body finally welled up. He suddenly had the illusion that it was himself who would fall from the sky and enter the trap at that moment?

In the direction of the gate of Furuno Castle, Bai Shuo, who turned to look into the distance, showed a cold smile, turned his head and stepped into the city gate.