Shocked by this sudden situation, Li Wenzhong pulled out his saber with all his might, and slashed at the chief with a loud shout.

Shi Chang grinned, revealing a playful look, and pounced with a fist.

Seeing this, Li Wenzhong knew that he had been tricked, and he couldn't help but feel anxious, and glanced sideways at Zhu Biao.

Suddenly, dozens of ghost-faced soldiers rushed out from all directions, they had the same goal, and they quickly surrounded and killed Zhu Biao.

"Grass your grandma!"

Li Wenzhong shouted violently, and the momentum of the eight-rank spirit warrior suddenly appeared, and the slashing spirit knife seemed to be activated, flashing a hurried aura.

"Look for death!"

Shi Chang did not avoid its edge, but swung his fist and struck the spirit knife, and suddenly a metal impact sounded.

"Boom!"

Suffering from the huge shock, Li Wenzhong took a few steps back, and his hand holding the knife trembled.

"Hey, hey!"

Seeing that Li Wenzhong was nothing more than that, Shi Chang sneered, and then kicked hard under his feet, and suddenly the ground cracked into spider silk.

He jumped and jumped in front of Li Wenzhong.

Before Li Wenzhong could react, he punched again.

"Bang!"

Hit by Shi Changjin's punch, Li Wenzhong flew upside down dozens of steps like a broken kite, and then slammed heavily on the ground.

Landing almost into a box, Li Wenzhong stroked his chest in pain, and a mouthful of blood spurted out of his throat.

He supported the ground with one hand and slapped it hard, and the whole person quickly stood up.

"Who the hell are you?"

Wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth with his sleeve, Li Wenzhong showed a look of jealousy and said in a trembling voice.

Shi Chang said proudly: "It's just that you are not qualified enough to know. ”

When the words landed, he flashed a few times, quickly approached Li Wenzhong, and punched him in the chest.

Just when Shi Changjian's fist was about to hit Li Wenzhong's vital point, suddenly a blue figure rushed over, pushed Li Wenzhong away violently, and raised his fist to slam it.

"Bang!"

The two fists collided together in an instant, making a loud noise.

Suddenly, a strong wave of qi stirred up between the fists of the two, and in the blink of an eye, it quickly spread out in all directions.

Shi Chang put away his fist and asked in surprise: "Heh! Ming Secret Guard? ”

The person who came had a cold face, shook his hands, and said disdainfully: "Hey! Lackeys of the Spirit Clan? ”

Seeing this person's face clearly, Li Wenzhong breathed a sigh of relief and hurriedly shouted: "Ye Fengfeng, go and save the prince first." ”

Shi Chang tilted his head and grinned: "Ye Tianran, why aren't you dead yet?" ”

"You haven't died, how can your second master be willing to die?"

"Humph! Let you die today! ”

"You're still just going to talk about it, and you'll see the real chapter in your hands!"

Hearing the conversation between the two, although Li Wenzhong was full of doubts in his heart, when he saw that the ghost-faced soldier was about to kill Zhu Biao, he forcibly endured the pain and rushed over with his knife.

Seeing a ghost-faced soldier in front of him, Zhu Biao hurriedly took out the spirit gun, took out the fire fold and lit the fuse.

"Boom!"

A choking smell of spiritual fire came.

I saw blood on the forehead of the ghost-faced soldier, and the action of rushing to kill was sluggish, and he lay straight to the ground.

His death did not affect the offensive of the other ghost-faced soldiers, and more ghost-faced soldiers rushed to Zhu Biao.

Eight guards quickly went up to meet the enemy, and a few of them cut down several ghost-faced soldiers.

Seeing this, the leader of the ghost-faced soldiers behind shouted loudly: "Activate spiritual power!" ”

Hearing the order of the ghost leader, dozens of ghost-faced soldiers hesitated, once the spiritual power was activated, it would be irreversible.

They don't have a spiritual vein in their body, and after forcibly activating their spiritual power, their lives will enter the countdown, and they will only have half an hour to live at most.

"Mali, don't force Lao Tzu to urge the divine sand in your body." Seeing that they had not moved, the ghost shouted fiercely.

Seeing the anger of the ghost head, the ghost-faced soldier had no choice but to accept fate.

For a while, a large area of quasi-spiritual aura gradually rose, and dozens of pairs of eyes glowing with pale white spiritual flames lit up in the night.

Seeing this scene, Zhu Biao sighed, knowing that he was in a catastrophe.

The eight guards who were in the front were torn apart in the blink of an eye, and the ghost-faced soldiers were like wolves from the underworld, slowly moving towards Zhu Biao.

At this time, Yu De's water surface was like dead ashes, and he weakly protected Zhu Biao behind him.

Zhu Biao patted him on the shoulder and said apologetically, "Lao Yu, I've been involved with the four of you." ”

Yu Deshui and the four of them smiled when they heard this, pulled their necks and shouted: "Born as a Daming person, die as a Daming soul!" ”

Zhu Biao was moved when he heard this, a smile appeared on his face, and he roared heroically: "Da Ming people, Da Ming soul!" ”

"Your Highness, we are waiting to protect you on the way to the Netherworld!"

Just when the monarch and the ministers calmly faced death, there was a sudden riot among the ghost-faced soldiers.

"Brothers, protect the prince!"

A ghost-faced soldier shouted, and after cutting down the ghost-faced soldier in front of him, he quickly ran towards Zhu Biao's side.

When more than a dozen ghost-faced soldiers in the crowd heard this, they immediately took off their masks, and shouted loudly at the same time as swinging their knives to slash the ghost-faced soldiers beside them.

When most of the ghost-faced soldiers didn't react, they fought and retreated, and soon pushed in front of Zhu Biao.

"Slave Xiao Gui, knock on His Royal Highness the Prince!" The ghost-faced soldier who had been the first to run unmasked and knelt down in a daze.

Zhu Biao's face showed joy, and he nodded again and again: "Strong man, please get up!" ”

Knowing that he had made the right bet, Xiao Gui held back the ecstasy in his heart, and hurriedly got up and hugged his fists and said, "Forgive the slave for being rude, and ask His Highness to follow behind the slave." ”

is not arrogant, this is Zhu Biao's first impression of Xiao Gui.

He waved his hand and smiled, "It's okay! Lonely even drilled through the mouse hole, at the moment a little etiquette does not matter, you kill the enemy seriously. ”

Hearing this, Xiao Gui turned around and shouted at the dozen ghost-faced soldiers, "Brothers! If the battle is won, the family will be shaded, and if it is defeated, it will be famous in history. ”

After speaking, he glanced at Li Wenzhong, who came over, and suddenly his heart rose sharply, and he roared: "Kill!" ”

The order was given, and the ghost-faced soldiers who had set things up shouted in harmony: "Kill!" Kill! Kill! ”

Shocked by their high morale, the ghost-faced soldiers on the opposite side fell into a panic.

Seeing that the morale was low, the ghost first showed madness in his eyes, and took out a handful of spirit stones from his arms.

He held the spirit stone high and shouted loudly: "Kill the enemy and reward the spirit stone, and kill the prince of Zhu Ming to reward the spirit pool for a spiritual opportunity!" ”

"Shhh

Hearing the reward shouted by the ghost leader, the chaotic ghost-faced soldier suddenly fell silent.

The spirit stone can ensure that it survives the phagophage tribulation after half an hour, and it is even more possible to turn the mortal into a spirit by a little spiritual opportunity.

This is undoubtedly a huge stimulus for the soldiers of the dead battalion who have lost hope and are waiting for death in a daze.

No one would question what the ghost head said, because they all knew that the ghost head was like them in the early days, and if he hadn't been appreciated by the spirit clan and went to the spirit pool, then the ghost head would not have been able to ignite the spirit vein and become a spirit warrior until he died.

Now that such an opportunity is in front of them, how can they not cherish it?

"Kill!"

"Kill Zhu!"

In an instant, the ghost-faced soldiers raised their spirit knives one after another, and rushed towards Xiao Gui, who was protecting in front, with a frantic shout.

Seeing this crazy scene, Xiao Gui's eyelids jumped violently, and he didn't expect the ghost head to come out.

At this time, Li Wenzhong had already been incorporated into the array, he immediately took over the command, raised his saber and shouted: "The Ming Dynasty is rich all over the world, how many spirit stones you want, you can make meritorious contributions, and the prince will be rewarded." ”

Seeing that the fire was almost over, he raised his arms and shouted.

"Fuck it!"

Hearing Li Wenzhong's words, Xiao Guiying shouted: "Brothers, if you don't die at this time, when will you wait?" ”

The morale of both sides was very high, and when the opposite side came to the front of the battle, the men and horses on both sides suddenly fell into a killing frenzy.

Only half a pillar of incense passed, and there were more than a dozen corpses lying on the ground.

Li Wenzhong cut down a ghost-faced soldier, looked up at the enemy soldiers who were rushing to kill under the black pressure, and his heart suddenly sank.

He predicted that according to the development of the battle, his side would soon be defeated, after all, the disparity in strength was too great, and there were less than ten soldiers standing on his side, and no less than fifty on the opposite side.

Thinking of this, Li Wenzhong looked at Xiao Gui and asked in a deep voice.

"Are you Xiao Gui?"

"It's a humble position, I don't know who the general is?"

"Do you still have hole cards?"

“……”

Hearing this, Xiao Gui's face changed, and he looked at his own ghost-faced soldiers in front of him, and a trace of cruelty flashed on his face.

After a while, he clenched his fists and replied, "Please retreat and press the formation!" After speaking, he shouted at the ten ghost-faced soldiers: "Brothers, it's time to hit the road!" I will help you with what I promised you. ”

The ten ghost-faced soldiers trembled when they heard this, and they didn't look back, just nodded slightly.

Then they opened their hands suddenly, their faces showed hideousness, and they shouted, "Rush! Let's go to heaven together! ”

Looking at the ghost-faced soldiers who rushed towards the enemy group without hesitation, Li Wenzhong recalled the eventful years in his mind.

He clenched his right fist and thumped his chest, staring at the Ghostface with an impassioned expression.

I saw that the momentum of the ten ghost-faced soldiers soared, and the tyrannical spiritual waves emitted dazzling strong light, and their rapidly expanding bodies instantly exploded, emitting a resounding sound that pierced through the sky.