"People slaughter white ghosts."

Ji Ling and Jun Ze, their eyes fell on the person in the middle of the black horse.

For the current Daji Royal Court, the existence of white ghosts is like a terrible ghost.

"Let's go."

Ji Ling almost didn't hesitate, and turned around to leave this Luoya Mountain with the big murderer.

He is a killer, he will never do anything to break into the military formation, and the probability of death is also very high, and it can be seen at a glance that the purpose of this person to slaughter the white ghost today is Chu Ci.

"You're not leaving?"

Ji Ling glanced at Jun Ze, who was not moving.

"Engong used to save my life and healed Taoyao, how could I leave him at such a time."

Jun Ze did not hesitate at all, and moved to Chu Ci's side.

Ji Xinyi also did not move, he also stood in place, looking at the clouds that gathered up, more and more black horses, and his eyes showed a cold light.

Obviously, she doesn't plan to go either.

"Goodbye king."

Ji Ling nodded slightly, and took her lily murderous girl to turn around and leave.

As the master of the Hall of the Dead, the king of the world's second killer organization, level-headedness is a must, and she will not put herself in unnecessary danger at any time because of a momentary mood.

"Engong, the situation is very bad, it seems that not only the Black Dragon pro-army has been dispatched, listening to the sound of the hooves of the horses under the mountain, I am afraid that the 100,000 iron horsemen under the command of this Wuhou White Ghost have arrived, and this person slaughtered the White Ghost is coming at you, I should want to take you back and use that Wu Fu as a bargaining chip."

Jun Ze spoke calmly, without fear.

And for the purpose of the white ghost, it is very clear.

In fact, it is not only the white ghost, since the news of the collapse of the First Emperor, most of the current suppression troops in various places by the Ying Court have to be forced to obey orders because their wives and children are trapped in the scorching sun.

"Hmm."

Chu Ci bowed his head indifferently, his eyes were like deep water, and he didn't look at these black riders at all.

Looking at the back of the sloppy old man, I sighed in my heart.

This old man has been busy all his life, has done a lot of things, and has paid a lot, but it seems that he is living for the world and for her, and he has nothing else but a few taels.

Is this kind of life meaningful?

But when you think about it, life is meaningless.

This can't help but make Chu Ci think of the vast number of beings in the previous life, how many people live for a meaningless life like this, and live for the sake of living.

In fact, perhaps, living freely and happily is the true meaning.

The sound of the horn of the charge sounded at this moment.

The vanguard of the Black Dragon Army rode thousands of black horses and galloped out.

It was also at this moment.

The sloppy old man shook the wine gourd in his hand and shattered in mid-air.

"Here comes the sword."

With a long laugh, the sword pointed to the sky.

I saw that in this shattered gourd, the remaining wisps of wine condensed at the tips of the sloppy old man's sword fingers, turning into a crystal wine sword.

"I broke ten thousand armors with a sword, and laughed at the immortal's fear of mortality."

"The name of this sword, slashing immortals."

The sword points and points down.

The spirit turned into a sword, and in an instant, the sword qi soared, and it slashed down towards the thousands of black horses that rushed towards it.

Call...!

The sword qi, like the wind, did not cause any sensation.

However, after the sloppy old man slashed the immortal sword, even the people and horses all stopped in place, and the world was so silent that it was weird.

"What kind of sword is this?!"

In the rear military formation, Wuhou White Ghost looked at this scene, and his pupils shrank sharply.

He has been in the world for decades, and there are countless masters who have seen it, but even if he is a powerful man, under the horse of his black dragon iron horse, if he does not escape, he will not be able to escape the moment when he is beheaded.

However, he had never seen a peerless skill that could compare to Fang Cai's sword.

Heaven and earth seem to be still, and heavy snow is falling and falling.

Suddenly, the vanguard of thousands of horsemen, the horses and soldiers were all spurting blood in unison, and all the places in their waists and abdomen were cut off horizontally, and even the war horses under their crotches were also cut in two.

In an instant the voices of people wailed and the horses neighed.

The name of breaking ten thousand armors with one sword has been rumored in the world for a long time.

However, this is all a false statement.

Only this sword that slashes immortals can really be called this name.

The wind rises coldly.

The sloppy old man slashed thousands of black horsemen with a sword, directly shocking the black dragon army in the rear and not daring to move, his body stood in place, turned around slightly, and looked at Chu Ci.

"Remember?"

Seems to be asking.

"Hmm."

Chu Ci nodded slightly, he knew that the sloppy old man had cut this sword to him.

This is also the first time that Chu Ci has really seen a sloppy old man wielding a sword.

"Would you like to call me a master."

The scruffy old man grinned.

Chu Ci chuckled lightly and did not open his mouth.

"That's it, this kid, I haven't seen him for a few years, and his temper is still like that."

"Let's do it."

The sloppy old man took a deep breath and turned his head to look at the phoenix under the acacia tree.

"She's going to trouble you."

Chu Ci looked solemn and nodded.

The current sloppy old man is already close to demonization, and whether he is demonized or not, according to the description of Fengdi witchcraft, his soul will dissipate, and then the monster comparable to the Extreme Five Heavens will be a pure killing machine, and it is the level of sweeping the current world martial artists.

After all, even the dead demon of Yun Zhongjun and the demon body of the First Emperor who was trapped in the heart were only in the Extreme Path Four Heavens.

The next moment, the sword roared like a dragon.

The sword slashes the sky.

"Master."

"All the way, go well"

The snow was shaking, Chu Ci hugged his sword and saluted.

At the moment when he heard the word 'master', the smile on the sloppy old man's face came from the heart.

Looking at the direction where Feng Qiwu was, he looked up to the sky slightly, and slowly closed his eyes.

"My life is really interesting."

The murmur settled, and the soul in this body seemed to melt into nothingness.

The sword light shines through the starry night and rises brightly.

Boom!

The fire of collision twinkles in the stars.

Chu Ci's sword was clearly blocked in front of the sloppy old man.

There were two black-clad men wearing masks, one on the left and one on the right, both wounded, wrapped in the sloppy old man's body about to be demonized, and walked away.

Being able to spell out the injury and block Chu Ci's sword shows that the strength of these two people will definitely not be weaker than the extreme two.

Chu Ci was just about to chase after him, but the white ghost who had recovered from the sloppy old man's sword of slashing immortals had already ordered again, and the black dragon iron horse surrounded it again, galloping around Chu Ci's horse's hooves.

"Jun Ze, you and Ji Xinyi, leave immediately."

"Staying here is a hindrance."

"I'll break through."

Chu Ci frowned slightly, looking at the posture of this Wuhou White Ghost, I am afraid that I have to take down myself today.

Jun Ze paused for a moment, then saw that Chu Ci's eyes were solemn and serious, and nodded.

"Okay, we'll be waiting for you in Wind Salt City, where I'm going to be."

Glanced at Ji Xinyi.

Ji Xinyi turned over slightly, and his footsteps stopped slightly.

"Survive."

With that, the two of them rushed to the left.

As expected, the target of the white ghost was only Chu Ci alone, and the black dragon iron cavalry almost did not stop Jun Ze and Ji Xinyi, but only symbolically blocked it, and let them go down the mountain.

"Xiaobai, take her away."

Chu Ci glanced at Feng Qiwu, who was asleep under the acacia tree.

"No, no."

Xiao Bai Mu spitted out the words, stubbornly puffed out his cheeks, and shook his head towards Chu Ci.

"Good, obedient."

"If you don't take her first, I won't be able to leave."

Chu Ci smiled and touched Xiao Bai's head, although Xiao Bai was very reluctant, but after thinking about it for a while, Xiao Bai nodded in frustration.

"Go ahead."

Taoxin shook his tail reluctantly, turned around and looked back at Chu Ci one step at a time.

Then, whew...!

The ice blue six wings behind him spread out in an instant.

At this moment, Xiao Bai is like a six-winged holy angel, which makes people dare not look directly at him.

When those black dragon iron horsemen had seen such a formation, they were instantly shocked and confused, and the horses neighed.

The six wings spread, the figure was like the wind, and in an instant, Xiaobai had already swept over the acacia tree, picked up the sleeping Feng Qiwu, and rushed to the sky.

"Bow and arrow ready!"

The military order came from the Black Dragon Iron Horse.

"Put!"

The rain-like arrows shot towards the sky, making Xiao Bai, who originally wanted to stay in the sky, turn around with a humming little tiger tooth, and fly away at great speed.

With the order of the White Ghost Order, the number of black riders who came up around them became more and more.

Chu Ci's eyes were still as plain as water.

His gaze was fixed on the core of the military array, the Wuhou White Ghost.

The brothers say that I am slow to update, it's not that I don't want to be lazy in writing, in fact, I am busy for seventeen or eighteen hours a day.

Because my home is too far away from the place where I work, it takes about two hours one way, so I get up at less than eight o'clock every day, arrive home at half past nine in the evening, and then pack up the code words at ten o'clock, and finish at one o'clock in the morning if it is fast, and it will end at more than two or even three o'clock in the morning, and then it will be less than eight o'clock in the morning...... And so on and so forth.

If writing a book can support the whole family, write full-time, and the minimum is guaranteed to be 10,000+ updates every day, which goes without saying.

I hope my brothers can understand, and I can follow up more, only when my grades go up, I can not go to this broken class, and I have the confidence to write books full-time.

Ask for a monthly pass, ask for a recommendation ticket...!

(End of chapter)