Tonight's stone skulls were destined to be chaotic, and the people hid in their homes shivering, and heard the sound of footsteps and horses' hooves everywhere outside, often mixed with metal strikes, curses, and screams.

Wan Qiliang chased after a rout, and as he jumped over the low wall, a crossbow arrow shot him down.

But in the blink of an eye, two enemies jumped down from the big tree on the side of the street, jumped straight onto the horse, and engaged him in hand-to-hand combat.

"Quick, kill him!" Two more people jumped out from the corner to drag Wan Qiliang off his horse.

Killing pursuers and robbing horses will increase the chance of successful escape, and there are still clear-headed soldiers among the rout.

It's a pity that they picked the wrong target.

Wan Qiliang slashed with a backhand, accurately cutting the trachea of the enemy behind him.

A stream of blood from the enemy's throat sprayed on his helmet.

He threw his spear and pinned the enemy to the ground in the distance—the man had time to let out a short scream.

After freeing his right hand, he had time to raise his arm to cover his throat and block the neck of the enemy in front of him.

The special black armor of Songyang Mansion, the arm guards are light but strong, and can block swords.

He lifted his hand to finish off the three men, but the fourth had already rushed closer, and out of nowhere he got a spiky pitchfork and stabbed him in the ankle.

There is no armor protection there.

Seeing that he was about to be hit, a stone the size of an egg suddenly flew out from the depths of the dark alley and smashed on the man's temple with a thud.

The man was smashed to the black, his feet staggered, and the tip of the fork was crooked, cutting over Wan Qiliang's leg armor.

How could he let go of this opportunity, his sword fell, and he ended up with the last enemy.

Wan Qiliang rode over, first pulled back his spear, and then looked at the dark alley.

Behind a few broken baskets, there is a small figure shrunk.

It was a young man of twelve or thirteen years old, with a large head and a small body, a yellow face and thin muscles, and his eyes were full of horror when he looked at him.

I can't see the small thin arm like a reed stick, and the force of the stone throwing is not small.

Wan Qiliang still has a corpse hanging on his horse, and the unlucky egg he killed has not yet fallen. He raised his backhand and threw it in front of the boy's eyes, then slapped his horse away.

The young man shrank in fright, but as soon as Wan Qiliang left, he quickly picked up the pocket on the corpse, and sure enough, he found two pieces of dry food, and swallowed them almost without chewing.

……

At this time, He Lingchuan also shot a crossbow arrow casually, helping Wan Qifeng in the left front to eliminate an enemy, and then went straight to chase the other deserters.

Everywhere he passed, there was blood all over it, and there was no living mouth. Another enemy was cut in two by him, and the contents of his stomach were scattered all over the ground, but the man was not dead for a while, and the wailing was heard all over the city.

The people around him blocked their ears and did not dare to listen anymore.

The other defeated soldiers were terrified, and when they saw the leader of the black armor, they jumped with their heads in their hands, more afraid than when they saw a fierce ghost.

He slew three more soldiers along the street, passing by a post station, which was littered but looked empty.

The mirror laughed twice and reported to him: "There are living people there!" ”

There?

Haystacks by the wall, piled high.

He Lingchuan snorted slightly, threw the floating knife casually, and left without looking.

With two thuds, the floating knife pierced through the thick haystack and disappeared.

It wasn't until a dozen breaths later that blood gradually oozed from under the haystack, and it spread more and more.

He Lingchuan went further, and suddenly the wind sounded in his ears, and an arrow was aimed at his eyes.

As soon as he reached out and grabbed the arrow, a large man jumped out from behind him, grabbing a mace in his hand, and swung the horse's leg from behind.

They may not be able to deal with the Leader of the Black Armor, but crippling his horse will give them more time to escape.

This man not only has the greatest strength, but also the most courage, so he was entrusted with a heavy task.

But as soon as he raised his stick, the man froze, his eyes straight and his face glazed.

The companion not far away was so anxious that he was sweating profusely: "Hurry, smash, Fatnima's stupid!" ”

However, as far as the big man was concerned, the mace in his hand suddenly weighed more than a thousand catties, and he couldn't swing it. He fixed his eyes and saw that there were several people squatting on the ground, clutching the sticks.

The ground was full of mud, and the bodies of these people were also dirty, with mud stains and blood, but their faces were clean and white, and their eyes were bulging outward.

They smiled at him, opening their mouths as they laughed, and their upper teeth clicked and clicked.

Some of them were yellow, some were white, and one of the women had a piece of flesh missing from her cheek, and her back molars could be seen directly from his angle.

These faces were all familiar, but the last time he saw them, they didn't smile so happily, but their faces were full of horror and weeping—

Yes, these are all people who were killed and eaten by his own hands.

The flesh of the woman's cheek had been bitten off by him, and he had thought it was tender at the time, but now he was disgusting to look at.

When the big man saw these dead ghosts, his back was cold, his limbs were stiff, and his mind was full of only four words:

"How is that possible?"

These people are long dead and eaten by him!

Is it a ghost who is asking for his life?

No, it's not! Those who are weak enough to be eaten by him, what qualifications do they have to come and ask for their lives after death?

He yelled, and was about to cheer up, but he felt a chill on his neck—

The woman he had eaten pounced on, baring her white teeth, and bit him down on the throat.

And in the eyes of his companions, he was so stunned that he didn't even know how to dodge the black-armored leader drawing his knife.

The latter slashed his head and chased after his companion.

Poof, blood splattered on the wall. Before the head hit the ground, the frightened expression had already frozen.

These people naturally don't know that the ghost shadows flying around the Qiang Dragon Battle Armor are not decorations, within its range, those with low cultivation or undetermined minds are easily affected, confused and shocked by the bad things they have done, or the fear in their hearts.

This is one of the skills of the Xuanlu Ghost King, and when combined with the karma manifested by the Qiang Dragon Battle Armor, it has become the current Fear Formation - when the Divine Bone Necklace devoured the Xuanlu Ghost King, the Qiang Dragon Battle Armor intercepted a little bit of characteristics.

He Lingchuan chased the two routs into the alley, and the two unlucky ones couldn't escape seven steps.

The alley was so narrow that the horses could not turn around, so they had to keep going.

When there are fewer people, the neighborhood is quieter.

He Lingchuan suddenly frowned, and heard the sound of rapid breathing coming from behind the earthen wall.

One, two...... There are five in total.

Do you think you're hiding well?

"There are three people hiding behind the wall, and two more in the corner." The mirror also reminded him, "Strictly speaking, it was three rout soldiers who broke into the house, kidnapped two civilians, and now gaged their mouths." ”

The rout troops fled all over the city, not necessarily to the north, and it was normal to hide in the people's homes.

He Lingchuan looked sideways at the earthen wall.

The two routs inside were looking at each other:

Don't move, don't move, death is just a wall away from us!

One of them gagged the civilian woman, put a dagger to her neck, and threatened her not to make a sound.