In the face of a group of people like Wu Xuanlin, the evil soul mage said such a sentence very arrogantly.

It seems that among so many people, only Wu Xuanlin can enter his eyes.

When he said this, it gave the impression that it was.

It was a great honor for Wu Xuanlin to let him remember his name.

"I am really flattered when you say that, do you think that if you say this, I will show mercy to your subordinates?"

"However, I would like to tell you, if you don't change your name, you won't change your surname, your uncle is my Wu Xuanlin."

Although he was afraid of the power of the evil soul mage, at this time, he couldn't lose his momentum.

As soon as Wu Xuanlin's words fell, Shangguan Jinghui stood up and pointed his sword at the evil soul mage.

"Evil Soul Demon Dao, today I, Shangguan Jinghui, will definitely behead you under the sword."

It can be seen that Shangguan Jinghui's anger has begun to rise.

I can't wait to see the evil soul mage split in half with a sword.

"I'm asking him, not you, a small character like you is not worthy of me to remember the name."

The evil soul mage glanced at Shangguan Jinghui, looking a little impatient.

Obviously, he was a little unhappy with Shangguan Jinghui's interjection.

I feel that this junior is too impolite.

Shangguan Jinghui, who was already angry, was really angry by the evil soul mage now.

As a young man, who is not arrogant?

He has never been willing to admit that he is inferior to Wu Xuanlin.

But now, the evil soul mage has repeatedly belittled him and elevated Wu Xuanlin, this perfection is unbearable.

In a hurry, Shangguan Jinghui moved a little, and the seven-star sword flew towards the evil soul mage.

Seeing that Shangguan Jinghui actually shot at him again, the evil soul mage was also a little angry.

"Are the juniors so rude now? Since you are looking for death, then I will fulfill you! ”

The Evil Soul Mage let out a low sigh.

Then, he saw a group of ghosts floating out of him.

Although the number this time is a little less than just now, there are only nine.

The most important thing is that these nine powerful ghosts are actually all soldiers' souls.

These soldiers, one of them is wearing armor and has a long whip, which is clearly a soldier of the Qing Dynasty.

In other words, these soldier souls are at least old ghosts that are more than 100 years old.

Moreover, Wu Xuanlin can be clearly discovered.

These soldier souls are much more elite than those soldier souls in mass graves.

Compared with the elite soldier soul in front of him, the soldier soul in the mass grave can be regarded as a straggler.

Seeing the appearance of such nine soldier souls, Wu Xuanlin and the others immediately realized that something was wrong.

This time, I'm afraid the opponent will not be so easy to solve.

"Be careful!"

Suddenly, Wu Xuanlin let out a loud shout, and then kicked in the direction of Shangguan Jinghui.

As soon as everyone reacted, they saw that a soldier soul had been kicked by Wu Xuanlin and flew upside down.

It turned out that before the soldier's soul was kicked by Wu Xuanlin, the gun in his hand had already reached Shangguan Jinghui's neck.

In other words, as long as Wu Xuanlin's reaction is a little slower.

Shangguan Jinghui may have been pierced through the neck by him with a shot.

Shangguan Jinghui, who was manipulating the Seven Star Sword with all his might, was also taken aback by the situation just now, and cold sweat broke out.

His attention just now was all on the Seven Star Sword and the Evil Soul Mage.

There was simply no time to react.

If it weren't for Wu Xuanlin, maybe he would have really been hit.

When he thought of the consequences, he was also terrified.

However, he would never admit that Wu Xuanlin had a life-saving grace for him.

"Whoever wants you to meddle in your business, you better take care of yourself."

Shangguan Jinghui looked confident.

It was as if the situation just now was completely under his control.

Even if Wu Xuanlin doesn't make a move, he can easily follow.

Regarding Shangguan Jinghui's disappreciation, Wu Xuanlin didn't say much.

He only did what he thought he should do, and he didn't think about letting Shangguan Jinghui admit his feelings.

And while they were talking, Mao Xiaofeng and the others had already fought with those soldier souls.

Afraid that they would lose, Wu Xuanlin and the others hurriedly joined the battle.

Suddenly, twelve people and nine soldiers fought together.

It seems that in terms of numbers, Wu Xuanlin has the advantage.

But after the real battle, the advantage is the small number of soldiers.

Although the number of soldier souls is relatively small, they are all elites without exception.

The strength of each one is extraordinary, and ordinary bronze corpses may not be their opponents.

Moreover, they seem to be proficient in a battle formation, and they can be described as seamless in coordination.

Wu Xuanlin, Mao Xiaofeng, Ma Xinyi and Shangguan Jinghui are four.

One person shared the soul of a soldier, and the rest was shared by the rest.

But even so, they still have the upper hand, attacking more and defending less.

Seeing that Wu Xuanlin and the others were pressed and beaten by their own soldiers, the evil soul mage smiled.

"Hey...... These soldier souls were unearthed with great difficulty from the ancient battlefield. ”

"Then, after careful cultivation, it is your honor to be able to die at their hands."

The evil soul mage looked like he was in control.

didn't take Wu Xuanlin and his group of people into account at all.

It's understandable to think about it, the evil soul mage can be regarded as a long-famous predecessor.

Even if he is injured, it is not something that a group of juniors can tease.

He has the confidence to do so.

And, fortunately, his injuries have not healed yet, and the ghosts that can be controlled by performance at one time are limited.

Otherwise, Hou Ding really wanted to let this group of juniors see their army of fierce ghosts.

The evil soul mage is extremely relaxed, but Wu Xuanlin and the others are not optimistic.

Under the pressure of those soldiers, there are even people injured.

The first to be injured was Kong Huifang, who was a woman herself and not good at fighting.

Even if he joined forces with others to resist, he still suffered a big loss.

She was stabbed in the shoulder by a soldier's spear, and blood flowed freely.

That shot was originally aimed at her heart.

Fortunately, Yan Yirou next to her pushed her, otherwise the consequences would be unimaginable.

Seeing that Kong Huifang was injured, Shangguan Jinghui suddenly became furious.

Kong Huifang likes him, and everyone knows it.

Although the two did not have an official deal.

But in his heart, he had already regarded Kong Huifang as his own ban.

Now that his own woman was injured, he felt like he had been slapped in the face again.

Today, he was repeatedly lost face, which stimulated him a lot, and he couldn't care about it so much at all.

"Qiankun Seven Star Sword!"

Shangguan Jinghui shouted, and a mouthful of blood spurted out, landing right on the seven-star sword.

The mana in the body poured into the Seven Star Sword without money.

Suddenly, the seven-star sword turned into a streamer.

flew straight towards the soldier who injured Kong Huifang.

This time, under Shangguan Jinghui regardless of losses.

The speed of the seven-star sword is quite fast, and the sword is like a meteor, and it really has a trace of fairy sword.