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"Boom~Boom~Boom~"

The sound of impact was deafening.

The ghost's eyes were scarlet and demonic, with endless gloom, and his body exuded cold killing intent.

A pair of dark giant claws, covered with fine scales, even if the gilt boring collides with it, it can't hurt the slightest, not to mention that the appearance of the ghost is also covered with a layer of purple-black ice armor.

"Xuanjia Talisman~"

Uncle Bingxin roared angrily, the black armor on his body was full of light, and the already extraordinary armor was flashing with rune brilliance.

Qingyang knew in his heart that this armor was similar to Zhong Bo's rhino armor, both of which were armor for compiling rune formations, not to mention the amazing defense, and also had the effect of blessing the attack power.

What surprised him a little was that Uncle Bingxin's armor was one with gilt boring, and the already golden blade added the colorful light of the runes.

Taking advantage of Shi Ming's annihilation to fight with the ghosts, Uncle Bingxin stabbed the ghosts in the back of the heart, and according to observation, it was a key point for the Yin warriors.

"桀桀桀~"

The ghost creature laughed weirdly, and suddenly a deep arm blocked the attack of the gilded boring, and at the same time, a long tail grew behind the ghost creature.

Rolling a pitch-black spear, seven feet and five inches long, countless poisonous aura flowed, and stabbed at Uncle Tai Bingxin.

"Be careful~"

It's too late to be reminded of Shi Ming's death.

The dark spear pierced the armor of Uncle Bingxin like lightning, and his tall and sturdy body was picked up by the spear and thrown dozens of feet away.

"Uncle Commander~"

"Uncle Tai~"

Almost all the soldiers of Xing Guo shouted in grief.

Li Shi Ming was furious, and took advantage of the ghost thing to turn around and slammed it, but after losing the containment, the ghost thing suddenly turned around and hit him in the chest, and was also shot away dozens of feet after that.

"Roar~"

Tens of thousands of Yin warriors roared in unison, as if cheering for the victory of the ghosts.

On the other hand, on Xing Guo's side, Uncle Bingxin's whole person was pierced by a spear, and the morale that had finally risen up was once again low.

Qingyang raised his eyebrows and shouted: "Uncle Tai's commander is safe and sound, and all departments are careful to defend!"

After speaking, he squatted beside Uncle Bingxin, squeezed out a drop of vermilion spirit fruit, and injected it into his lips.

"Hmm~"

With a low cry, Uncle Bingxin woke up with a groan.

"Fortunately, when I was in Queshan, the head of the Qing family gave me a talisman, otherwise this life would not have been saved today!"

Uncle Tai Bing shook his head with a bitter smile, and said softly: "Mr. Shanyang, I can't do anything anymore, it's a pity that Mr. has so many spiritual fruits to help~"

"Uncle Tai will breathe for a while, and then it's up to me~"

Qingyang had long felt that although the talisman on Uncle Bingxin's body could not be exempted from injury, it had somewhat saved his life.

After that, Qingyang stood up and shouted to the soldiers of Xing Guo: "Uncle Tai is safe and sound, my people from Xing Guo, even if I die in battle, I will never steal my life~"

"Warriors, go to the national disaster together, the blood will not be shed, and the truce will not be sworn ~"

The high war song sounded again, and the soldiers of Xing Guo thought about it, with Uncle Bingxin, the commander of the monarch's personal guard, and Mr. Shanyang, a hermit master, even if he died in battle, what was there?

"桀桀桀~"

Ghosts and monsters screamed constantly.

It saw the shadow of the god of war in mid-air, and faintly felt a threat, and its gloomy crimson eyes stared at Qingyang's figure.

With the witch's powerful divination skills, it felt a great threat to this person, and naturally killed the threat as soon as possible.

Thinking of this, the ghost's expression became more and more cold, and he took huge steps and walked towards Qingyang.

"Boom~Boom~Boom~"

The ghost's body was so huge, there were several feet with each step, and the heavy body stepped down, making the ground tremble constantly.

Facing the ghosts that were getting closer and closer, Qingyang seemed to be stunned, his eyes closed and motionless, and his hands were empty.

"桀桀桀~"

The ghost creature smiled proudly, and its open mouth was full of corpse stench, which could almost smoke people to death.

A pair of dark and sharp ghost claws, flashing with a cold cold light, grabbed at Qingyang's chest, without the slightest intention of leaving a living mouth.

At this moment, Qingyang's eyes suddenly opened, and a white sword shot out from his eyes, piercing the eyes of the ghosts.

"Roar~"

The ghost creature roared in pain, it never expected that this incomparably weak, insect-like guy could shoot sword light from his eyes.

Qingyang's face was expressionless, and the battle spirit condensed by the battle intent of tens of thousands of armor soldiers was completely attached to the surface of his body, as if he was wearing a golden battle suit.

And in Qingyang's heart position, the heart sword resurfaced, and after combining with the battle intent, it became more and more sharp like a divine soldier.

"Ten thousand people are single-minded, and Taishan can be shaken. Only loyalty and righteousness, angry bullfighting!"

With this shout, the heart sword, which was originally only three feet, merged with the shadow of the god of war, gathered the battle intent of tens of thousands of armor soldiers, and turned into a ten-zhang long divine sword.

"桀桀桀~"

In the screams of the ghosts, a trace of fear was finally revealed, but the hatred for Qingyang made the ferocity in its eyes even stronger.

Roaring and waving a pair of ghost claws, even if he was desperately injured, he would completely kill this threatening person.

The ghost witch is extremely fast, but the heart sword is even faster than it.

"Huh~"

A golden light flashed, and a pair of extremely black, gilded and boring ghost claws were cut off whole.

"Roar~"

The ghosts roared constantly, but the bulky body had nowhere to dodge, and in the blink of an eye, the body of the Yin Warrior Giant, which was five or six feet high, was smashed into thousands of pieces.

"桀桀桀~"

The dark ghost thing escaped from the Yin warrior's body in time, and no longer dared to take revenge on Qingyang, so he turned around and fled to the depths of Daze.

The ghost thing quickly fled away, but Qingyang was not in a hurry to catch up, he closed his eyes again, and an extremely astonishing aura quickly increased.

"Whew~"

It was like a high-altitude wind, overturning the black clouds tumbling in the sky.

Uncle Bingxin inhaled the cold air, and he faintly saw an extremely huge figure, majestic and majestic, but with a pair of horns.

"Shocking Sword~"

With a loud shout, this huge figure was also swinging a giant sword that was thousands of zhang long, stabbing straight into the depths of Daze.

"Boom Boom Boom~"

The thick ice on Osawa and the frozen mud swamp were all like splashes in front of this sword.

With just one sword, the entire Lishui Daze set off stormy waves, and almost all of the ghosts and witches within a radius of 100 miles were overturned.

The tens of thousands of Yin warriors surrounding the Ghost and Witch Tribe's settlements were at least seventy percent exterminated, and the remaining Yin warriors were not indestructible, but buried in a thick swamp.

"Wansheng~"

The soldiers of Xing Guo cheered, and Uncle Bingxin, Lishi Mingxuan, Zhong Bo, and Red Ghost Xin Yi were even more happy.

But Qingyang frowned slightly.

This sword successfully slashed the ghost creature that the old witch had turned into, but at the moment of its death, Qingyang sensed that it had a clone to escape, and he was afraid that it would leave endless hidden dangers. (To be continued.) Mobile phone users, please browse and read, a better reading experience.