Chapter 196: Brave and fearless, rolling demon tide
In front of the basement door, the demon soldiers roared and besieged, making a mess.
Yang Shifei, who was deeply trapped in the enemy's formation, was in danger, his fist was whistling and shaking, and he fought three in and three out, fierce as a killing god, and no one could stop him.
"Right or Wrong, This Child"
Yan Lingshuang couldn't help but be stunned when she saw the battle situation.
Although she has seen something in Bingtan, this is the first time she has known about it. This son is so brave and fearless.
In the face of the siege of demons, he only met it with a pair of iron fists, and his tactics were even more resolute, and he was ruthless and decisive.
For a time, Yang Shifei actually blocked the enemy tide with his own strength, and even became more and more brave the more he fought, completely ignorant of what it was.
"Won't it be too much."
Yan Lingshuang looked more and more dumbfounded, and plumped her lips: "Too brave?" β
Although the cultivation of these demon soldiers is not high, none of them have reached the realm of grandmasters. But in the face of a group attack, even a real grandmaster has to be beaten to the ground.
Right and wrong, but can take advantage of the terrain, with one enemy dozens, without falling behind.
"Although Childe has not been practicing martial arts for a long time, his talent can be described as amazing."
Luo Xian'er laughed lightly: "If you enter the military camp, you will definitely become a fierce general." β
After Yan Lingshuang sighed in her heart, she couldn't help but worry:
"Are we really just watching from behind?"
"Of course not."
Luo Xian'er's expression was a little serious: "Aunt Shuang, can you make the Taiwu Holy Soldier?" β
Yan Lingshuang subconsciously looked at the big sword: "I have used it a few times after ascending the throne, but there are too many rules, and I will no longer use it over time." Xian'er, you want to"
"Huang Hong and the others will come sooner or later, if you want to kill demons and demons, it must be the holy soldiers."
Luo Xian'er muttered, "Have you ever thought that the Holy Soldier could suppress the filthy aura within a radius of hundreds of miles as long as it was stored without moving, what kind of power was this?
If we can concentrate this power and converge it on the blade of the sword, it is expected that with the demons of the heavenly and human levels, they will not be the enemy of a few moves. β
Yan Lingshuang was shocked when she heard this.
"Aunt Frost, you are more familiar with this holy soldier."
Luo Xian'er pulled up the big sword and handed it over: "I and Yuerui will help you protect the Dharma, and take advantage of the delay of the son to understand the use of this sword." β
"Okay."
Yan Lingshuang's expression was solemn, holding the sword to calm down, and once again sensing the spirituality of the sword.
As one of the contemporary sword masters, she is still the master of this sword, and she quickly realized some wonderful uses.
- Bang!
Yang Shifei put out his palms together, and his fierce internal strength exploded, shocking several people in an instant.
The magic knife wrapped around his arm turned into dozens of broken blades, whistling and dancing, blocking all the slashing spurs that came from all sides.
With a magic knife to focus on defense, he shuttled through the enemy formation like a fish in water, and as soon as his fist came out, several people flew out sideways, as if he was hit by a heavy hammer, and his flesh and blood splashed.
"βthief, take your life!"
Behind the tide of soldiers, a burly man flew over the crowd, roared angrily, and slashed down with all his might.
Yang Shifei just kicked over the two of them, turned around and punched them fiercely!
Clang!
The knife and fist collided head-on, and the ground under Yang Shifei's feet sank, bursting open cracks, and the strong wind scattered.
The burly man's pupils shrank, and he saw that his fists were wrapped in pieces of black blades, like fist armor.
"Drink!"
Yang is non-swinging knife, his fist changes sharply, and he attacks and hits with several moves in a row.
The burly man hurriedly parried with his sword, and shook his palm a few times, and was shocked by the terrifying internal strength and retreated.
"This person is so powerful!"
He secretly clenched his right fist, only to feel his arm numb from the shock.
After 20 years in the army, it is the first time that I have met a young warrior with such profound boxing skills and such terrifying strength.
Seeing Yang Shifei entering the formation again, the burly man couldn't help but squint his eyes: "The weapon on this person's arm is also quite strange, and it can be deformed at will."
"It's weirder than me, or you."
Yang Shifei smashed two more soldiers, hit the top of the three of them shoulder, and kicked the burly man back a few steps with a flying kick.
"You say. What?! β
The burly man stood firm and raised his knife angrily: "You little man, sneaking into the forbidden land of my Yan Kingdom, and daring to say something to ridiculeββ"
"Didn't you even find out?"
Yang Shifei snatched a spear, swept fiercely, and the whirlwind suddenly rose, and more than a dozen soldiers were screaming and being knocked to the ground.
Then he took advantage of the situation to pick up the gun and twist his waist, and suddenly threw it forward, turning into an afterimage and penetrating the crowd of enemies, stabbing through several people.
"You've got an extra arm behind your back, and an extra head."
β.β
The burly man frowned slightly.
Immediately, his neck was twisted back one hundred and eighty degrees, and his eyes were on the other head.
"What's so weird about that?"
He turned his head twice, and his face became even more angry: "Little thief, you dare to tease the general with your words?!" β
Yang Shifei's expression was still cold, and there was no wave in his heart, and he once again swung his fist and rushed into the battle.
Regardless of whether these soldiers and generals were loyal or evil during their lifetimes, and whether they were involuntarily involuntarily. Now it's just an empty shell, a puppet driven by filth.
What he has to do is to sweep away all the invading troops in the future, so that these Yan people can rest in peace as soon as possible.
The fire flickered in the imperial tomb for a while, and the crowd continued to pour into it.
At the foot of the mountain, the filthy and cold air is like a tide, and the black wind covers the sky!
The mighty army lined up one after another, and under the helmets were hideous-looking, like the walking dead.
"-Sure enough, it's Yan Lingshuang."
In the center of the army, Long Yuan was carried out by dozens of attendants.
King Zhennan sat on a chair in a dragon robe, his face was cold: "Old General Huang, you didn't kill her because you didn't make a bad move." β
"It was indeed beyond the old man's expectations."
With heavy footsteps, the giant, who was five or six feet tall, walked slowly, carrying a halberd on his shoulder, wearing armor, and his face was even more terrifying like a ghost.
"But you want to set fire to the mountain and force her out of the imperial tomb?"
"Cut through the mess quickly without delay."
The corners of King Zhennan's mouth gradually cracked: "You and the four old protectors led the army to attack the emperor's tomb and fetch Yan Lingshuang's body." With her heavenly cultivation, she will definitely be able to use us. β
Huang Hong glanced back.
The flesh and blood of the palace were stacked on top of each other, intertwined into a tower, and countless corpses flowed through it, gradually forming a distorted face.
"Hungry, hungry."
A low roar rang out from the Flesh Tower, and the entire palace beat like a heart.
Huang Hong said in a deep voice: "The people within a radius of dozens of miles have all been eaten, and the 'Prime Minister' has not eaten for a day, and they are indeed extremely hungry, so they should open the meat." β
Four old Dharma protectors came from behind, bursts of black smoke rose from their facial features, and they said hoarsely: "There seem to be other people in the basement, and there is a young man blocking the way." β
"As long as you don't enter the heavens, you are all ants."
Huang Hong took the lead and stepped on the long steps of mountaineering step by step.
The army of demons followed neatly, rolling up gusts of gloomy wind.
Until he stepped on the gate of the emperor's mausoleum, Huang Hong slowly raised his heavy halberd, his arms and muscles were knotted, and he smashed it against the mountain!
Boomββ!
Suddenly, the rocks shattered and splashed, as if the whole mountain was shaken.
There was thunder at the bottom of Huang Hong's throat, and bright red lines appeared on his pitch-black body, spreading to the flesh and blood halberd in his hand, and the evil light was shining.
Bang!
The war halberd blasted into the imperial tomb again and again, and with the power of ten thousand jun, the entire hill was gradually chiseled through and smashed.
Smoke and dust rose everywhere, almost half of the emperor's tomb was smashed, and many soldiers were chopped into pulp.
But Huang Hong didn't care about this, turned his waist and raised his halberd, and swept it away-
Click!
The entire mountain was cut off, and countless broken stones and bricks were blown away, scattering like cannonballs all over the mountain forest.
The basement in the depths of the imperial tomb was even lifted and exposed to the clouds.
"Wait, it's a dead end."
Huang Hong held a halberd in his hand, indifferently overlooking the ruins of the imperial tomb. Under the darkness of the night, it is like a terrifying demon god.
"βIt's hard to say who lives and who dies."
Between the smoke and dust, there was a mocking sneer.
The collapsed stone wall was suddenly pushed away, Luo Xian'er and Yuerui's pretty faces were cold, their skirts and hair danced in the wind, and their killing intent gradually rose.
Yang Shifei was protected by the two women, scattered the smoke and dust casually, raised his head and grinned:
"Who are you?"
(End of chapter)