The battle of the Doomsday Troopers is nearing its end.

High walls cut the inner city into criss-crossing roads, and blood-stained cavalry scurried between them, with firelight behind them reflecting half of the sky.

The fortifications had been broken down layer by layer, and in the heat wave and firelight, dozens of Wufeng Town masters rushed towards this side with trembling legs under the order of the red sha.

"Crumbs give way!"

The black-crowned and black-armored mink Huang shouted sharply, grabbed the war hammer with both hands and rushed forward, fiercely smashing down the two enemy generals, and killing them first.

Under his leadership, the Doomsday Iron Rider entered the flock like a tiger and fought a road paved with flesh and blood.

The end point is the General's Palace.

The morale of the soldiers in Wufeng Town was shattered, and they were unable to resist the charge of the Doomsday Iron Cavalry. Mink Huang knocked straight in, and the urn golden hammer smashed one body after another, all the way into the inner courtyard of the mansion.

Against the backdrop of the sky-high flames, Mink Huang, who was carrying the war hammer upside down, seemed to be a demon god from hell, crushing the will to resist of the masters of Wufeng Town.

The group of Jianghu scattered people didn't have much loyalty to the white ghosts, and when they saw that they couldn't resist it, they immediately knelt down and surrendered.

The Doomsday Iron Rider is like a bamboo, and it is before it reaches an attic.

According to legend, the attic of this golden house is the usual residence of the white ghost.

Mink Huang crushed the last of the resistance in front of the attic, and with the full swing of the urn hammer, everything that stood in his way was smashed into powder.

Stepping through the screen, Mink Huang saw the scene of the inner hall-

Surrounded by intricately decorated curtains, a tiger-skin Taishi chair is placed on the steps, and a wild freehand splashed ink landscape is hung behind it.

The layout of the room is simple but not simple, but there is only one question that Mink Huang is concerned about at the moment: where have the people in the house gone?

Obviously, when they chased them from the square, they fled into this attic, but now there is no one to be seen.

What about the flesh monster "Red Evil"?

What about the thin old man "Zisha" holding a dragon purple staff?

There is also the "blue brake" of the blue jacket and blue skirt...... Where are they hiding?

Diao Huang turned his head to Zhang Yuting and cast an inquiring look.

Zhang Yuting emitted a faint white moonlight around her, reflecting through the wall and spreading in all directions, and then she stretched out her hand and pointed: "Over there." ”

As soon as the words fell, there was a sudden burst of applause.

Where Zhang Yuting pointed, a crack opened in the flat wall, it turned out to be a small door that was well hidden, a slender and pale hand pushed the door open, and a hoarse and strange voice sounded slowly: "The little immortal is worthy of being a little immortal, this young master is so well hidden, or you found it." ”

Zhang Yuting's pupils shrank, and his breathing was slightly chaotic: "You are really here!" ”

"Yes, the little cat will never forget me, and this young master can't live up to your kindness." The white ghost walked out slowly, and the evil shadow swayed in the candlelight, "Now that the king sees the king, all the conspiracies and tricks are put aside, if you have anything to say, just confide in this young master." ”

Zhang Yuting gritted his teeth and said word by word: "I want you to pay for Senior Sister Liu's life!" ”

"This unrealistic wish can be put aside for the time being. You and I have been looking forward to this meeting for a long time, so why not say something happy? The white ghost looked at it with a smile, his eyes aggressive, "Poor little kitten, this young master saw the hesitation and fear in your eyes, and it was not easy for him to muster up the courage to come to me!" Your dusty Dao heart, do you need the help of this young master to wipe it? ”

"Humph!" Mink Huang let out a heavy breath from his nostrils, lifted the war hammer, and stepped forward.

"This old brother, this young master advises you to stop." The white ghost glanced at him and grinned, "Your companions haven't come yet, you'd better wait for them, otherwise, you won't be enough to plug the young master's teeth alone." ”

The morning light shone through the ruins, and Shen Yueyang stood in the black flakes flying in the sky, with beeping flames burning behind him.

Half of the town was engulfed in smoke, mixed with the sound of houses collapsing.

In addition to these, the fighting gradually subsided.

The war of ordinary soldiers is over, but the performances belonging to a few masters have just begun.

"Have you already decided?" Shen Yueyang looked at the half-hidden outline of the General's Mansion in the smoke, and asked in a soft tone.

Behind him, Xia Xingmeng's eyes wandered, absentmindedly looking at the blackened ruins around him, and said softly: "I'll go with my son." ”

"Even if you betray the wind and rain building and turn your back on everything in the past?"

"Even if it costs with your life." Xia Xingmeng's voice was soft and delicate, but with undoubted firmness.

Shen Yueyang turned around and showed a smile: "Then, it's time for this play to come to an end, let's go and see him off together." ”

Flames surrounded the General's Mansion from three sides.

Zhang Yuting had a gloomy look on his face, and listened to the movements nearby.

The sound of the battle in the distance had subsided, calculating the time, Jiang Chen should have rushed over at this time. He didn't arrive for a long time, could it be that he had encountered some kind of accident......

"Little kitten, it's very dangerous to be restless when talking to this young master." The white ghost approached with a sad smile, and the yin owl's gaze swept over Zhang Yuting's vital body, as if he was calculating where to start.

Zhang Yuting's palms were oozing with sweat, and his breathing became more and more rapid.

In front of this man, it was difficult for her to maintain a calm mind.

What's more, there is no other arm to help now, just her and Mink Huang, who are far from being the opponents of this demon.

"Humph!" The back of Mink Huang's gripping the hammer bulged out with a dull nasal sound.

Zhang Yuting's aura became weaker and weaker, and there was almost no sense of presence between the two men.

Mink Huang raised the war hammer, and the white ghost chou got closer and closer, and the eyes of the two exchanged in the air, as if splashing sparks.

The two of them are five steps away, and they only need a sword to distinguish the winner from the loser.

At such a close distance, no one could stop the white ghost's "time standing still".

Zhang Yuting knew that after Mink Huang was killed, it would be his turn. But at this time, her eyes were still misty, and she felt that she had been stripped of reality and became an outsider, coldly watching the footsteps of the god of death gradually get closer.

Dao's heart was broken, and she couldn't raise her fighting spirit in front of this demon, only a sense of inaction, powerlessness, and helplessness.

Won't the white ghost chop off her head with a sword?

Probably like Senior Sister Liu, she was able to swallow her last breath after suffering a terrible torture.

It's really a sad and painful death, and in the end, it ends up the same as my sister......

Zhang Yuting's mind was out of the battle situation, and his eyes looked out of the sky.

Mink Huang was engrossed in guarding against the white ghost, feeling that the sense of oppression given to him by the person in front of him was not as strong as expected.

Is it a delusion? Is my faith too inflated? Why is there a "I can win" premonition?

Perhaps, this guy is just bluffing?

The real crisis is coming from the other side.

Mink Huang's eyelids jumped, instinctively tensing his rocky muscles, and Huo Di turned his head.

An invisible wind blew from the dark depths of his heart, making him shiver, his spirit became unprecedentedly tense, and his sharp eyes quickly locked into the depths of darkness.

A gray figure swept over the edge, with a soul-seducing coolness, striking close to the body!

The person who made the shot was not a white ghost!

The assassin appeared without warning, his shadow scattered around, without a hint of wind, like a ghost, silently handing the cane to Mink's throat.

Mink Huang fell backwards on his back, and the war hammer in his hand swept past.

Zhang Yuting also woke up and picked up the dust, and with the joint efforts of the two, they finally dragged the assassin's footsteps.

The Assassin's crutch was entangled in the dust, and his left hand slashed at the hammer, and the man flew back in mid-air.

The heavy palm force passed through the war hammer, shaking Minhuang's body for a moment, and it took a kick to break through the floor to stabilize his body, the blood in his chest churned, and his heart was even more terrified - this assassin not only had a strange body, but also had terrifying strength, which was obviously a cut above himself, and he was probably already at the level of Xuangang.

The white-haired and gray-robed assassin broke free from the dust, took a volley step in the air, and floated down next to the white ghost.

In the face-to-face confrontation, Zhang Yuting and the two did not take advantage of the team, and they were all shocked.

They recognized the identity of the gray-robed old man, who was the "Purple Evil" among the Five Evils, but they didn't expect him to be so strong.

And from beginning to end, the white ghost only watched coldly, as if he didn't bother to make a move, which made people feel more humiliated and frustrated.

"You killed Xiaofeng?" The gray-robed old man was holding a dragon purple staff, his eyebrows were slightly frowned, and his eyes showed a faint sadness.

Mink Huang said: "Who is Xiaofeng?" ”

"According to your custom, she is generally called "Blue Shah." The gray-robed old man raised his eyebrows slightly, "Whoever of you kills her, come up and lead the death!" ”

"You're probably looking for the wrong person." A deep male voice came from outside the hall.

"Oh?"

"If you want revenge, just come at me." The sound was instantaneous, and it was rapidly approaching.

The gray-robed old man stared deeply at the comer, and his hoarse voice contained the cold of midwinter: "Xiaofeng died at your hands? ”

The man had messy hair, gray clothes were sloppy, with a wine gourd on his back, and his worried eyes seemed to be unfocused, and he strode closer: "You mean the woman in the blue cotton jacket on a hot day?" That's right, I killed her, and before she died, she said that she would avenge him. Are you her father-in-law? It's a bit old. ”

The gray-robed old man said lightly: "I am her master and her father-in-law. ”

"Beast!"

"Shameless old thief!"

With two scoldings, someone walked in again.

Jiang Chen and Su Yunqing walked one after the other, crossed the sergeants, and stood beside Xie Yuanji.

"Why are you here now?" Zhang Yuting's tone was slightly dissatisfied.

"It took a little effort to meet that madman Shen Yueyang." Jiang Chen said, his eyes looking at Bai Guichou, "Brother Bai, it's really surprising and happy to see you here!" ”

The white ghost swept his eyes across their faces, smiled and nodded: "Very good, everything is here, and the young masters of the province will look for them one by one." ”

Su Yunqing sneered: "The surname is white, what kind of majesty are you playing at this time, hurry up and kowtow and beg for mercy, you have to kowtow louder!" ”

The white ghost said sadly: "Miss Su, have your injuries healed?" ”

"Heal a fart, my aunt still hurts!"

The corners of the white ghost's mouth hooked up: "Among the women that this young master has seen in his life, Miss Su is definitely the hardest." ”

Su Yunqing gritted her teeth with hatred, and said coldly: "I heard that last time you were blown up by Jiang Chen, you lost most of your body and cut off your children and grandchildren, isn't it painful?" ”

The white ghost looked cold: "Thanks to Xiaohong's help, this young master has recovered as before." ”

"yes, that thing has changed, too?" Su Yunqing glanced down and showed a vicious smile, "Then will the child born in the future be counted as yours, or will it be counted as the ugly and weird "Red Evil"?" ”

The white ghost was speechless for a while, and his face was very ugly.

At this time, the wind was sudden, and the gray-robed old man on the side waved his purple staff at Su Yunqing's chest, Xie Yuanmu snorted coldly, and put his palm on the end of the staff.

The two forces fought, and both of their bodies shook, and the heavy and fierce air flow rushed to the periphery, shaking several people next to them back a few steps.

Xie Yuanmu took a step back to breathe back, then bent his left arm at the elbow, pushed forward with his right palm, and forced him forward.

When this posture was posed, a fierce momentum emanated from his body, as if it was not a human being standing there, but a wild beast with teeth and claws.

The gray-robed old man's clothes were scraped and hunted, his hair flew back obliquely, and his thin body seemed to be blown away at any moment.

But as if he had roots under his feet, he raised the purple staff unhurriedly, and the triangular prismatic carving at the end of the staff was like a python's head, with the breath of blood and death, and brazenly met the opponent's iron palm.

There was a trembling sound, like a storm crashing on the shore, and the scattered air currents forced the onlookers farther away, only to hear the sound of dragons and tigers roaring in their ears, and people could hardly open their eyes in the howling gale, and they could vaguely see the small figure in the turbulence but as majestic as a mountain.

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

Again and again, it is difficult for ordinary Xuangang masters to support such a violent style of play, but those two are chess opponents and talents, and neither of them has fallen behind in the slightest.

As they fought, the position gradually shifted, and the two of them collapsed the wall and moved into the distance with bursts of bombardment.

"This old man looks dry, but his strength is not small." Su Yunqing looked at Bai Gui Chou, "The surname Bai has a good means, and he has found so many obedient dogs." It's a pity that the dead and wounded, now you are the only one left, right? ”

The white ghost said with a sad face: "With the young master here, all of you will die." ”

"Yo, who to scare? You open your eyes wide and count, how many people are there on our side, and then look at your side, there is a lonely person, why don't you quickly kowtow and beg for mercy? ”

The cold lines on the white ghost's face melted slightly, and said: "I have counted, there are six hundred and thirty-one people who have walked into this mansion, and there are five masters of Xuangang alone, such a huge battle, it can barely be worthy of the identity of this young master......"

"That's right, each of these masters can drown you with a mouthful of spit, so you should apologize for your sins as soon as possible, so as not to be tortured more!"

The white ghost snorted in a low voice, his right palm slowly retracted, and his fist hung down: "Six hundred and thirty-one people, don't even think about running ......"

Seeing his strange smile, Jiang Chen, Zhang Yuting and others were flooded with alarms in their hearts at the same time.

Jiang Chen took the lead in making a move, and a "spatial scar" tore open a large area of vision, and hit the top of Bai Ghost's head with a poignant halo.

With the magic power of the white ghost, it is certainly not difficult to avoid this blow, but at this time, Zhang Yuting suddenly raised his head, and a blazing fire burst out in his eyes, and with a clear voice: "Fixed!" ”

A circle of cold moonlight was under the hood, bright and flawless, enveloping the white ghost's sorrowful body, making him unable to move.

The white ghost's sorrowful face suddenly became extremely distorted: "You all give me-"

The sound of resentment was still in the air, and his entire body had been cut open by a cold halo, split in half from head to crotch, and blood sprayed.

For a master with the supernatural power of "Time Reversal", this was not enough to be fatal, and after Jiang Chen swung that blow, the person had already pounced and swept away with the Shadow Slashing Sword.

But he was only halfway there, and suddenly felt a huge crisis, and saw countless crystal brilliant colors surging from the edge of heaven and earth, and immediately instinctively made a "space jump" and retreated to the same place.

"Whoosh-"

It was the sound of a thousand blades breaking through the air.

Screens, walls, and cornices do not constitute obstacles, and if the northern country is frozen for thousands of miles, thousands of silver scales are spread out and clustered down, and everyone's vision is obscured by the boundless silver glow.

It was Shen Yueyang's "Million Divine Soldiers".

The bombardment sounds of "oh dangdang" and "sonorous and sonorous" are endless, and it is difficult to see things.

Jiang Chen hurriedly grabbed Su Yunqing's wrist and pulled her out of the room.

The white ghost who lives in the center of the Ten Thousand Swords Gathering Shot may have turned from a sieve into a puddle of mud.