The samurai at the front held a long sword and stared at the samurai of the deficit battalion who rushed forward.

They were waiting for Su Zhiyuan's order.

"Charge!" Order.

The three hundred iron horsemen rushed out in an instant, and the sky darkened, and now it was almost evening, and it was difficult to have light.

Immediately afterward, the samurai who rushed to the first spot saw his companion clearly.

His heart was suddenly shocked, and fear came out of his heart.

Person...... It's dead!

He obviously saw that the other party was rolling the whites of his eyes, his face was still stained with blood, and his mouth seemed to have been cut by a knife, and it had been cracked to the root of his ear!

Suddenly, he felt his head fluttering, and in the moment of his panic, the other party had already swung a knife to cut off his head.

Blood rose to the sky once again.

"Six Divine Ways ......," Xuanyang muttered.

He could see clearly that the warrior was indeed dead.

Ning Tian heard this name clearly, and naturally associated with the original old Tao and monk.

Only that group would use such a strange method, and this place is close to the Valley of the Gods, maybe it has already been filled with their people.

Just as Xuanyang saw it very clearly, Ning Tian also saw the ghost warrior very clearly.

A large number of ghost warriors rushed out of the white mist, and Ning Tian could clearly see that the deaths on their faces were different.

Some of them had their eyes gouged out like him, and some of them had a broken arm with only a trace of flesh and blood, but they still wielded a long knife with their other arm!

"Get them back!" Xuanyang shouted.

"Anyone who tries to rush to the princess's car will be crushed!" Su Zhiyuan turned his head and looked at Xuanyang coldly.

"Idiot!" Xuanyang let out a low snort.

He patted the horse's back, and the whole person soared into the air, and Ning Tian saw that the rain was steamed dry when it touched the master's clothes, as if there was an invisible barrier separating the rain from the people.

This is the true energy of the scorching sun.

"Ahh

"Ghost, this is the ghost General!"

When the two armies came into contact, the screams began to sound constantly, but most of them were from Su Zhiyuan's side.

He watched his samurai chop off the heads of the other party, but the guys were still charging.

He couldn't understand the current situation, what the hell was going on?

Then he saw an even more outrageous scene, those normal samurai who had their heads cut off also slowly got up from the ground at this moment, and clenched the long knives in their hands.

More people fought back!

Su Zhiyuan finally understood why Xuanyang wanted those people to come back.

No matter how many people are sent there like this, it will only increase the number of these things.

They are not people, they are ghosts!

The ghost warriors breathed cold, and the three hundred cavalry were instantly cut down in such a short handover.

Immediately afterwards, they saw Xuanyang who was blocking in front of the horse team.

"Necrophilia, it's an ancient spell." Xuanyang said softly.

Steam began to rise from the surface of his body, and the rain was rapidly evaporating by him.

At the same time, those ghost warriors began to rush towards Xuanyang.

A touch of anger appeared in Xuanyang's eyes, human life was played with like this, and he was very unhappy in his heart as a famous and decent family.

Rumble!

He threw a punch, and the first ghost warrior to rush over with his war horse exploded in an instant.

Ning Tian saw that this was Yan Zhenquan, but he didn't expect that there was such a big difference between his hand and Xuanyang's hand.

Now he can only break a boulder.

Some bones in the human body and horses are no less hard than boulders.

It was blown up like this, completely turning into a blood mist.

"If you want them to not move, you can only chop them into meat sauce!" Xuanyang said.

This is where he is angry, and in order to solve the problem, these dead people can't even leave their whole corpses.

The people of the Six Shinto, what a mongrel!

More people were rushing over, and on that day, Ning Tian saw the power that really belonged to the Winning Realm!

I saw Xuanyang stretch out his hand and began to draw talismans in the void, and then, countless thunderbolts burst out from Xuanyang's hands.

This is the Yang Thunder Talisman, which Ning Tian has also learned.

This style is the sixth of the Yang Thunder Talisman, Lei Zhenzi!

The thunder traveled through the white mist, blasting the bodies of the ghost warriors apart, and suddenly forming a mountain of corpses in front of them.

Nearly 400 ghost warriors were almost wiped out under this Yang Thunder Talisman!

Ning Tian even felt that the thunder could explode a mountain.

Winning the realm, I am afraid that there is the power of ten thousand horses!

Xuanyang looked at the white mist in front of him, and a positive fist blasted out, and suddenly the white mist was dispersed in an instant, revealing the avenue ahead.

A man with a hat appeared in front of Xuanyang, his eyes bloodshot as he stared straight at the carriage in front of him.

At the same time, there was a small ghost standing behind him, who looked about the same as the previous ghost samurai, but only the height of a child.

"Really...... Charming scent! ”

"Go, bring him to me." The man pointed to the carriage.

Suddenly, the imp was running, lightning fast, and the samurai sword sitting on horseback could not touch him.

But he bit the horse's leg, and the horse was suddenly startled, and its front hooves suddenly lifted, and the warrior on horseback was instantly overturned, and then the frightened war horse stepped on his sternum.

Suddenly, the sound of bones shattering sounded.

Xuanyang and the person with the hat didn't move, just looked at each other deadly, if there was any movement between them, then the other party would immediately kill each other in the next second.

"Protect the princess!" Su Zhiyuan shouted loudly.

The whole horse team was in disarray, and from time to time it was accompanied by the screams of the samurai and the screams of the horses.

The horse's hooves moved, and the imp bit a samurai to death from time to time, and then to bite a horse's leg.

He's breaking through at breakneck speed.

Su Zhiyuan had a premonition that something was wrong, and he got up from the horse and wanted to jump in front of the carriage.

But a figure suddenly pounced on him, it was a samurai who had been bitten to death by a little ghost, and was rushing towards him at this moment.

Everything happened so quickly that the samurai had become a ghost samurai.

"Save the princess!" Su Zhiyuan was still shouting.

He pulled out the long knife on his waist, and the strength of refining Qi and transforming the God Realm was unleashed, cutting off the head of the ghost warrior with one sword, and then unloading the opponent's hands with another sword.

His sword was sharp and fast, and even the war horse under the ghost warrior's crotch was split in two.

But more oni warriors poured in.

Ning Tian looked at the little ghost who was shuttling among the horses, and he found that the other party's eyes were godless, but they were dead on his body.

Save the fart princess, this's goal is itself!

Isn't it, this guy recognized himself at first sight?

Several plans flashed through his mind, and the imp had already approached him and slammed into his face.

Ning Tian kicked out violently, directly kicking the little ghost out of the air.

Immediately afterward, the Blazing Sun True Qi immediately ran in his body.