He Yiming didn't expect that it would be so difficult for the 20,000 Guangling Army plus him and the old man Yin Tong to kill the 3,000 Imperial Forest Army.

The treasures in the kid's hand are endless, a magic bell blocked the old man, a forbidden weapon made his companions kill in all directions, and he even had a forbidden weapon.

This forbidden weapon was of a higher grade than the previous longsword, and it was used many times in a row without being destroyed.

There are also levels of forbidden devices, the lowest is one-time, called "one forbidden device", the one that can be used twice is called "two forbidden devices", and so on, the highest is "nine forbidden devices".

The level of forbidden weapons is related to the refining equipment, the first and second forbidden forbidden weapons are mostly low-grade spiritual materials, the third and fourth forbidden forbidden weapons are medium-grade spiritual materials, the fifth and sixth forbidden forbidden weapons are mostly high-grade spiritual materials, the seventh and eighth forbidden are the best spiritual materials, and the ninth prohibition is divine materials.

If He Yiming hadn't reacted quickly, and the old man had come to his aid, he would probably have died. Even so, he suffered a lot of injuries.

He stood in the air, his armor was torn and bloodstained, and he had retreated a hundred meters outside the town, which was a relatively safe distance for him.

A golden bell hung over the town, the size of a fist, but it shimmered with golden light like a round of sun, shining in all directions.

Everything within a radius of two or three hundred meters was clearly visible, as if it were daytime.

There is a jade coffin above the Dharma Bell, which is the best spiritual weapon of the Three Corpses Sect - the mortuary coffin.

The old man stood on the morgue, his little pale face dripping with water.

His vicissitudes of life stared closely at the magic bell below, and made a voice like a cutting machine: "What a Daomen magic clock, it can compete with the mortuary coffin in this seat." ”

He had failed to bypass the magic bell many times before, but he himself was in danger several times.

The slaughter in the town continued, but the attack was noticeably weaker than before.

The pile of corpses outside was piled up one person high, and the houses blocked in front were already useless.

Many of the houses had been destroyed, and the broken bricks and tiles were piled up with corpses.

Wu Feilong stood on a rooftop, his black robe shattered, revealing the pitch-black spirit armor underneath.

His face was covered in blood, and he held a three-foot sword with golden light flowing on it.

"Lao Tzu has long said that what Lao Tzu has is money. Compared with strength, Lao Tzu is not your opponent, and compared to financial resources, you are not Lao Tzu's opponent combined! ”

Hearing this, the faces of He Yiming and the old man Yin Tong became ugly.

"Senior Yin, do you want to withdraw?"

He Yiming secretly transmitted the voice to the old man Yin Tong, and at this moment, he also retreated.

brought 20,000 Guangling troops, almost half of them died, and still failed to destroy the 3,000 Royal Forest Army. If the fight continues, even if the Imperial Forest Army can be destroyed, the Guangling Army will definitely suffer heavy losses.

"Let's go!"

The old man said that he would go, his figure flashed, and he disappeared in mid-air in the mortuary coffin.

"Withdraw!"

He Yiming immediately ordered the withdrawal of the troops, and the Guangling army, which had rushed into the town, retreated in a swarm.

"Kill!!"

Many of the Imperial Forest Army were red-eyed, chasing the retreating Guangling Army and slashing for a while.

Wu Feilong was also stimulated, so many brothers died, how could they retreat so easily.

He stepped on the "getaway", killed into the crowd, and slashed indiscriminately.

Blood splattered, and the surroundings were quickly killed by him, and he pointed his sword at the air and scolded: "Dog dwarf! And you're an old yin, come back with a kind! I'm not afraid of you! ”

The old man who had already flown a few hundred meters away suddenly stopped, his little face twisted together, and screamed: "Dwarf, you said this seat is a dwarf?" ”

He hated people saying that he was a dwarf the most in his life, because it was the truth, and the truth was the most stinging.

"Die!!"

He roared, turned into a streamer, and in an instant he was over the town again.

"Little crumbs, go die!"

The old man Yin Tong controlled the morgue coffin and smashed it towards Wu Feilong below.

Wu Feilong was startled, and secretly scolded himself for being crazy, and actually provoked the old man Yin Tong back.

However, at this point, it was too late to say anything, and he scolded "into your mother", driving the golden magic clock in the air to crash into the mortuary.

The morgue shimmered with cold light, like a meteor, and it was overwhelming.

"Jingle bell!"

As if sensing the crisis, the bell shone brightly, and the golden light poured towards the mortuary like a huge wave with the sound waves.

"Boom!!"

The mortuary crashed into the golden light, like a meteorite smashing into the sea, and suddenly set off a terrifying wave.

These tumbling golden lights were formless and insubstantial, surging rapidly in all directions.

"Not good!"

Wu Feilong's face changed, and he quickly used the "Getaway" to sweep towards the rear.

The Guangling army in front of him was not as fast as him, and after the golden light swept by, they maintained a retreating posture as if they had been immobilized.

None of them could breathe, and there were already hundreds of Guangling troops frozen there.

After the golden light flashed, all the hundreds of Guangling troops fell to the ground, and there was no movement.

Wu Feilong had already dodged back to the roof, and those golden lights swept past the house at his feet.

There was not a sound, there was no movement, and the house beneath his feet suddenly turned into ruins.

"Ding!"

At the same time, the mortuary and the bell collided together, as if they touched it slightly, and then immediately separated.

Seeing the Dharma Clock flying back upside down, Wu Feilong hurriedly sacrificed his mental method to control it to prevent it from hurting more people.

Eventually, the bell stopped three meters away from him.

He stood in the ruins, and his heart was afraid.

Others don't know the details of the magic clock, but he knows it well, this is a forbidden weapon made of the best spiritual materials, and it is the same as the best spiritual weapons used by martial artists.

When two top-grade spiritual weapons collide, the power is stronger than the full strength of the two great grandmasters, and if one is not careful, it will cause a large area of casualties.

Fortunately, not many people from the Royal Forest Army rushed out of the town, and basically all of them died in the Guangling Army.

The old man didn't care about this, and after taking the morgue, he shot again.

"Kill!"

With a roar of rage, the mortuary coffin turned into a streamer of light and crashed into Wu Feilong.

"Enter your mother!"

Wu Feilong scolded angrily, and had no choice but to sacrifice the magic bell again, and at the same time ordered everyone to withdraw.

"Boom!"

The morgue collided with the Dharma bell again, and in an instant, an invisible wave of golden light was formed.

However, this time, with the lesson just now, the people below immediately lay on the ground.

The golden light swept over everyone's heads, heading straight for Wu Feilong and the houses beside him.

Wu Feilong immediately stepped out of the "getaway" and dodged to the roof of a house behind.

Then there was the same image as before, and a large number of houses were silently reduced to rubble.

"Ding!"

After another collision with the morgue, the golden magic bell flew upside down, and Wu Feilong controlled it to hang above his head.

His breath was unsteady, and he continued to urge the magic clock, which consumed a lot of his mind.

After all, he is not a cultivator, and he does not have a strong mental support, so he can only rely on his mind to urge, so every time he sacrifices out, his mind is being consumed.

To deplete the mind is to consume his life, and long-term attrition will shorten his life.

Wu Feilong gritted his teeth and said angrily: "Since you want to go crazy, then Lao Tzu will go crazy with you once, let's not think about it!" ”

He bit the tip of his tongue and spurted a mouthful of blood onto the three-foot golden sword in his hand.

Blood sprayed on the golden sword, and it disappeared strangely, and then the golden sword seemed to come to life, rushed out of Wu Feilong's hand, and stabbed straight at the old man in the air.

The old man immediately urged the morgue coffin to block in front of him, and the golden sword shot the morgue coffin with a "ding".

The next moment, the golden sword burst out with a strong golden light, like a golden dragon.

"Boom!!"

The morgue coffin was knocked into the air, and even the old man with the yin boy also flew upside down.

"Yin senior!"

Crane Yiming quickly flashed in front of the old man, and a true yuan shot out, against the upside-down mortuary coffin.

The old man stopped, but the huge impact from the morgue coffin made him a little unbearable.

He is a cultivator, not a martial artist, so he is naturally much worse in the flesh.

"It's okay!"

The old man Yin Tong flicked his robe, looked at the golden sword that flew back, and said, "That sword just now has the shadow of the Nine Dragons Imperial Heavenly Gong, could it be that this kid is from the royal family." ”

He Yiming said in a solemn tone: "Even if it is not, it must have a deep relationship with the royal family." This kid is hiding too deeply, and it is only at this time that the true power of this sword is revealed. ”

In the previous battle with Wu Feilong, Wu Feilong did not use the true power of the golden sword.

"How many swords did he make just now?" Yin Tong Old Man said.

Crane Yiming said: "Four swords, counting the sword just now, it is exactly five swords." ”

"So, the golden sword in his hand is likely to be the forbidden weapon of the Six Forbidden?" Yin Tong Old Man said.

Crane Yiming said in a deep voice: "Mostly." ”

"Senior Yin, let's withdraw!"

Crane Yiming retreated again, he was worried that if he continued to fight, the golden sword would burst out with more power.

"Let's go!"

This time, the old man Yin Tong did not drag the mud and water, put away the mortuary coffin and disappeared from its place.

They didn't bother with the dead and wounded of the Guangling army, they turned around and left.

The surviving Guangling army had already lined up their formations and retreated like a tide.

However, before he could go a few meters away, there was a sudden tremor on the ground.

Crane Yiming did not fly in the sky, but rode on a horse, the night was thick, his vision was blocked, he couldn't see too far away, and wondered: "What sound?" ”

The sound from the ground was getting louder and louder, dense but not very messy.

"It's ......"

Crane Yiming's heart jumped "poof", and he suddenly remembered what the sound was.

Sure enough, the voice of the old man Yin Tong sounded in his ears, "There are cavalry!" At least three thousand! ”

He subconsciously asked, "How can there be such a cavalry coming?" ”

The black light was blinding, and so many cavalry rushed over at once, and he had an extremely bad premonition in his heart.

The facts also proved that his hunch was right, and soon a burst of wind broke through.

"Woohoo!"

Dense barrage of arrows pierced through the night and came at them.

He Yiming didn't see it clearly until the arrow was less than thirty meters away from him, and at this time he didn't have time to let the Guangling army form a formation, so he just shouted: "Be careful......"

Before he could even shout the third word, a large number of arrows were shot into the Guangling army.

"Doot toot!"

The sound of arrows piercing the armor was dense and numbing, followed by a scream.

He Yiming was also hit by an arrow, but he had a spirit armor and a true yuan protector, so he wasn't hurt much.

The steed under him was not treated so well, and was shot with a dozen arrows, and before he had run a few steps, he fell to the ground, whimpering for his life.

At that moment, a deafening sound was heard in the night.

"Kill!!"

With this shout of killing, a large number of cavalry rushed out of the night.

The leader has a cyan divine horse in his crotch, holding a tiger-headed Zhan golden gun, who else can there be if it is not Wang Cheng?

"It's you!"

When He Yiming saw Wang Cheng, a very complicated emotion suddenly surged in his heart.

There is hate!

Be afraid!

There was even a hint of goodwill, and even he didn't know why he felt this way.

However, there are more elements of fear, and now Wang Cheng is no longer something he can deal with.

At the beginning, Wang Cheng's qi and blood were not completely completed, he fought half to death, and now Wang Cheng is a peerless general who is famous all over the world, and he is the opponent of the great grandmaster, how can he be an opponent?

So, he flew into the air for the first time, and at the same time called the old man Yintong: "Senior Yin, Wang Xuanfu is here!" ”

The old man Yin Tong's mental power cultivation had reached the late stage of the out-of-body realm, so he naturally discovered Wang Cheng before him, and he quickly fell to a height of about ten meters, and then used his mental power.

The ground suddenly cracked, and stone thorns appeared, blocking Wang Cheng and the others.

Although Wang Cheng practiced telekinesis, he was not proficient in magic, and these stone thorns were so close to them.

He didn't think about this at all, and with a thought, the four flying swords shot at the Yin Tong old man in the air in unison.

"Not good!"

The old man of Yin Tong suddenly changed his expression, and quickly urged his mental power to form a thick barrier in front of him.

"Doot toot!"

The four flying swords shot at the telekinetic barrier in an instant, but they seemed to shoot into the swamp, and stopped when they were still a meter away from the old man Yin Tong.

Before he could breathe a sigh of relief, a shout of killing sounded in his ears again, and it was specifically aimed at him.

Mental power and true qi briefly combined together through sound waves, forming a strange power like an air cannon, and it struck at him savagely and rudely.

Cultivation is so powerful that he is in the late stage of the out-of-body realm, and he can't stand it if he is caught off guard by this.

It was as if someone had hit him with a sledgehammer on his head, and he was bleeding from his mouth and nose on the spot, and the person flew upside down.

After a brief loss of consciousness, he didn't even think about it, and quickly flew into the air.

It was not the first time he had been attacked by Wang Cheng's "Tiger Roaring Mountain Forest", and he knew that he couldn't get too close to Wang Cheng, because the sonic attack was really unguardable.

However, Wang Cheng didn't pay attention to him at all, and the tiger-headed Zhan golden spear swept forward, and several stone thorns blocking in front were split.

Qinglei carried him into the Guangling army, and many people didn't have time to do anything, and they were already hit by Qinglei.

Wang Cheng held the barrel of the gun with both hands and played a "gun blocking style" that he had just learned at the Guangling military in front of him.

True Qi burst out through the Tiger Head Zhan Golden Gun, and in an instant, a giant air gun of more than ten meters appeared, like picking up an Optimus Prime, sweeping towards everyone head-on.

"Bang bang bang!"

Patches of people vomited blood and flew around, and this blow alone overturned dozens of people.

Like the autumn wind sweeping away the leaves!