Liang Qu backhanded the Fubo gun back into the ground, picked up the big bow that fell on the ground, and fired the bow again.

The bow pulls the full moon.

The strings rang out.

The arrows distributed by the river in the quiver were quickly depleted, and twelve of them were rarely used.

Only when he encountered a few excellent opportunities to deal with the Wolf Smoke Martial Artist, he would use the twelve good arrows left by Liu Jie to relieve the pressure on Xiang Fangsu and the others at the front.

However, there are not only good archers in the river and demon hunting divisions, and arrows are often shot from the opposite side.

Jinmu gave Liang Qu unparalleled night vision and insight, but it also made him a living target in the dark.

The firelight is flickering, the light and shadow are blurred, how can there be a better target than the beam canal with golden eyes?

But in the face of the fire, Liang Qu was not afraid.

Traveling around the six voids allowed him to dodge almost all points below the galloping horse, counterattacking as he went.

An arrow with a billowing air currents passed by, shattering a large tree with a bowl mouth and disappearing without a trace.

Liang Qu drew the arrow with his backhand and shot back in the direction where the arrow came, only to hear a scream in the darkness.

When the martial artist with a river anchorage rushed into the dense forest, he only saw a deceased man with a chest running through the front and back, struggling to crawl into the distance before his death, and the mud marks under his body were pulled out more than a hundred meters.

At night, corpses were strewn all over the field, and the light of the burning fire lit up half of the sky.

The sound of gold and iron clashing on the meat grinding field, the sound of arrows breaking through the air, and the sound of screaming were swept up to the sky by the wind, and brought to everyone's ears by the wind.

The corpses of the three parties, such as the river station, the demon hunting division, and the ghost mother sect, were all mixed together.

The rich blood caused several strange birds as big as calves to circle the sky, occasionally swooping down, snatching food, grabbing a broken arm or leg, and flapping their wings and flying away.

The weaker seabirds try to get a piece of the pie, and they can realize that a great opportunity is at hand, and they only need to eat a little to become like those strange birds the size of calves, no longer afraid of the wind and rain, but afraid of the momentum of the warriors.

There were those who dared to try to dive, but they were ground into meat foam by the knife light that was brought up, and only a few panicked flapped their wings and brought out the treasure meat.

Xiang Fangsu and Ran Zhongshi led a few wolf smoke martial artists to slash and kill at the front, and the strongest group of people were still resisting stubbornly.

Most of the remaining galloping warriors either surrendered or died of serious injuries, losing most of their combat effectiveness.

It was as if the black curtain between heaven and earth was covered with blood and severed limbs, and it became thick and slippery, and even the sound could not penetrate it, and it suddenly became quiet.

Liang Qu swallowed the Qi Replenishing Pill contained between his teeth, gasped for breath, and reached out to touch the quiver again, but it was empty.

Empty.

He wasn't hurt, and he didn't stop attacking, and he always shot more than a hundred arrows, so he had to kill sixty or seventy people, right?

It is difficult to kill some galloping horse martial artists, and below the four levels and even the initial realm of galloping horses, it is basically one arrow at a time.

The vibrations coming from the other end of the island chain are getting smaller and smaller, and the battle between Xu Yuelong and the others should be nearing the end.

The sneak attack at night is only one of the many veins of the Ghost Mother Sect, and the Hebo Institute and the Demon Hunting Division have joined forces to fight more and less, and they have made targeted arrangements for the two grandmasters, and the probability of losing is extremely low, and the other party has no possibility of turning the tables.

Won.

Liang Qu relaxed his spirit and sat on the ground.

He didn't experience the most brutal scene of the entire battle, but he still felt physically and mentally exhausted.

Anyone has only one life, and less than three quarters of an hour of fighting is a huge test for both spirit and body.

If the strings in your head are loosened a little, you may lose your own life.

He looked around, and the whole island was hot, and everywhere was burned with scorched gas, and the earthen walls were burning and cracking.

"Ahem."

Liang Qu couldn't help coughing, he didn't pay attention to the fight, and now he realized that he had inhaled too much smoke, and the whole throat seemed to be filled with a layer of toner.

Large swarms of ants emerged from the scorched ground and gradually formed a procession towards the outer reaches of the forest.

Occasionally, a few screams came from the forest, announcing victory in the war.

Ran Zhongshi and Xiang Fangsu walked out of the forest in turn,

"Don't relax, it's not over yet." Xiang Fangsu walked over with one arm in his hand, blood dripping down his fingertips to the ground, and he swept Liang Qu's eyes up and down, "Is there any water?" ”

Liang Qu shook his head.

A short landing battle, and no one will carry any supplies other than elixir on their bodies.

There is drinking water in the vortex, but it is not easy to take it out.

Xiang Fangsu shook his head and sighed: "If not, don't be in a hurry to rest, find out if there are any brothers alive, and take them out quickly." ”

When the ship distributed supplies, each martial artist was given a pill of immortality, and if he ate it at a critical moment, as long as he didn't hurt an important part, he could take a breath.

Hearing Xiang Fangsu's order, several martial artists who were still able to move on the side stood up from the ground and helped a few seriously injured colleagues to walk towards the shore.

"There are a few over there, you can move or not, clean up your things!"

"The mending knife that didn't die!"

Xiang Fangsu and Ran Zhongshi had given orders, but their expressions did not relax, and Liang Qu sensed that something was wrong.

"Is there anything else?"

Ran Zhongshi turned his head: "Do you remember what I told you that the blood of the Ghost Mother Sect will react with mugwort?" ”

"Yes."

"The higher the strength, the stronger the reaction, it is impossible for the ghost mother to teach people to have this situation for no reason, this kind of evil spirit is the most difficult, just in case, we will leave quickly after cleaning the battlefield."

"What will happen?"

Liang Qu felt that Xiang Fangsu seemed to know something.

"I can only say that it has happened before, whether there is a situation or not, we will only know when Brother Yue Long comes back, in short, don't take it lightly."

It sounds like a good preparation.

Liang Qu's brows were slightly loosened.

The entire island chain is very long, dozens of ships are besieging, thousands of martial artists have landed, and nearly a thousand soldiers are assisted, their side is only a corner of the battlefield, and they don't know what the situation is in other places, so they have to deal with it as soon as possible.

Liang Qu followed the others to carry the wounded, and by the way, he dealt a fatal blow to the seriously injured and not dead Ghost Mother Sect, cutting off their heads as part of the merit record, and then went to find the twelve black arrows he had shot, as well as some trophies.

But before everyone finished cleaning up the battlefield.

Liang Qu felt a throbbing in his heart for no reason, he turned his head to look at the others, and found that everyone had solemn expressions.

Not only are the people of the Hebo and the Demon Hunting Division like this, but the captives of the Ghost Mother Sect have changed their expressions and squeaked and screamed.

Xiang Fangsu immediately yelled.

"Hurry up, get on board, get on board! Don't pack up anything, get on board! ”

Life was at stake, and the warrior who picked up the spoils of war couldn't bother to clean up, so he hurriedly fled to the shore.

Liang Qu only hurriedly retrieved nine black arrows, and no matter how many they were, he didn't know where to fly, so he didn't care about those few special black arrows, and returned to the ship with everyone.

Feeling uneasy, the finless porpoises abandoned the dead sharks and clung to the sides of the boat.

Xiang Fangsu disliked that the sergeant was too slow, the arrow took a step, and he stepped forward and swayed it, only to row out less than a hundred feet, and a large black pillar rose from the island to the sky.

The column of air was as black as ink, reaching straight to the sky, even in the night, it was very conspicuous, giving people a strong sense of palpitation, as if as long as it was contaminated, something ominous might happen.

Not only on the island, but the prisoners of war on the ship were screaming and wailing, thick black smoke came out of their mouths and noses, and almost at the same time as the black gas was born, the faces of the prisoners of war of the Ghost Mother Sect withered to the naked eye, as if they had been drained of their spirits.

Everyone was shocked!

Seeing the black gas spread, spreading like ink, Xiang Fangsu roared.

"Drop them off!"

"Throw them out of the water!"

The sergeant stepped forward and grabbed the captive's coat, and as soon as he got his hands on it, he was shocked to find that his palms had become crumpled as well.

That black gas is contagious!

Such a terrifying scene, how dare anyone reach out to grab it, a large number of vacant seats were vacated around the prisoners of war, and everyone was afraid of being contaminated by the black fog, so they hurriedly fled, and even jumped into the water themselves.

"Fuck it!"

Xiang Fangsu was so angry that he scolded, tore off a strip of cloth from his clothes, wrapped it in his hand and was about to grab it, but there was a person who acted faster than him.

Liang Qu grabbed the plackets of more than a dozen prisoners of war, raised his hand and threw them into the water one by one, and his hands stained with black mist did not show the slightest abnormality, and even had a faint golden color.

Xiang Fangsu faintly heard a tiger roaring and a dragon's groan, and he looked at Liang Qu in surprise.

"Evil spirits?"