Chapter Twenty-Four: The Headless Spirit

Bang bang bang.

The sound of footsteps was crisp, and the dark green figure began to run. The power of the Netherworld surged, rolling out like a whirlpool, and its speed also increased suddenly. Although he didn't have a head, Han Ling could feel Youdao's gaze looking at him with murderous intent.

"Be careful. Xuan'er's expression also became serious.

"Hmm. ”

At this time, they finally saw each other's appearance clearly, and in the dark green light and shadow was a warrior in heavy armor, and under the light and shadow, the heavy armor shone with an eerie light. It held a large heavy sword in its hand, dragging it to the ground with a sound of stone shattering.

The realm of the underworld, mid-level strength.

As they approached the two of them, the headless warrior leaped high, raised his heavy sword, and slashed down in anger.

"Flash mob. ”

The headless warrior was extremely fast, showing no signs of being dragged down by the giant heavy sword. The heavy sword arced through the air and fell towards the two of them.

Rumble!

The heavy sword fell to the ground, and the already broken stone around it immediately turned to dust. Before Han Ling could think about it, in the smoke and dust, a faint green light shot out.

The dark nether power instantly poured out, enveloping the whole body, and then, Han Ling pointed at the solid green light, and a huge explosion also poured out from the impact in the next moment. However, the headless warrior seemed unaffected, and swung his heavy sword again.

But just as he jumped up, a pale yellow sword shot over, causing him to tremble in the air, but the heavy sword still fell without reservation.

Before the impact dissipated, Mo Luo opened two huge mouths and pounced, and the falling heavy sword was naturally bitten and could no longer move.

The headless warrior let out a cold snort, jumped to his feet, and raised his other hand to slam at Morrow.

Soul Rift.

The heavy punch fell, and Mo Luo also made two at the same time, and this blow naturally missed.

Split into two, Moro immediately opened his mouth, and blood-red light burst out.

I saw that the headless warrior raised his heavy sword horizontally, stepped lightly in the air, and the whole person bounced to the side. Then he landed, and as soon as he landed, he threw a punch, and the powerful nether power slammed into one of Moro's bodies, and he flicked his other hand, and the heavy sword in the air stabbed the other Moro under his control.

Poof!

The two Moro were dealt with by the Headless Warrior in an instant.

The heavy sword pierced Moro and landed on the ground on one side. The headless warrior naturally wanted to pick it up, but just as he was about to beckon to withdraw the heavy sword, in the distance, a hand suddenly appeared on the green hilt.

"Although I don't know why you want to attack us, but if you want this......" Han Ling grasped the heavy sword with both hands, and a trace of fierceness flashed in his eyes, "Then come here." ”

Linyang Capital, on the city wall, thousands of archers stand, looking at the vast desert into the distance.

Over there, the dense figures were steadily advancing, exuding an incomparably majestic momentum, and the earth trembled a little because of this.

At the height of the arrow tower, a middle-aged man with a vicissitudes of life looked at all this expressionlessly, his eyes flashing with an unwavering light.

"General. A spirit floated up and spoke.

"Huh?"

"There seems to be movement in the city, as if someone has awakened a headless spirit. ”

"Headless Fierce Spirit? Are you sure?" the general Wubo's eyes suddenly fluctuated, you must know that it takes the breath of life to wake up the headless fierce spirit, and it is impossible for the Holy Beast Empire army to enter quietly, then there are only humans in the city, but it is impossible for humans to enter it casually.

"Yes, because the stakes are high, so we didn't take it personally. ”

"It's right not to make a move, if they can't even solve the headless fierce spirits they have alarmed, then they are just ordinary people who have strayed into the ruins. The general slowly closed his eyes, for thousands of years, many people had strayed into the ruins, but all of them had been solved by headless spirits.

The general looked back at the sand and dust that had risen in the distance of the vast desert, and said, "Defend the Linyang Capital, and never allow them to step into half a step." ”

"Come on, then. ”

Han Ling pulled out his heavy sword, and the dark black nether power was quickly entwined upward, and the original dark green blade was also dyed with a trace of pitch black. This was the first time that Han Ling had used all his strength to urge the Netherworld Power, and he could feel that the Netherworld Pattern engraved on his soul was making a pleasant sound, but there were still many parts of the Netherworld Pattern that were bleak and irrelevant, no matter how the Netherworld Power worked, these gloom places did not react in the slightest.

"Humans, I admit that you two have some strength, but it's impossible for you to lift the thousand-year-old curse here. ”

"Lift the thousand-year-old curse here!?"

"Don't play dumb, the humans who can enter here are not ordinary people, either strong enough to break through the confines of this space, or they are redeemers. But depending on your strength, it is impossible for you to break through the space on your own, that is to say, ......"

"Are we the redeemers?"

"No! you're just people who accidentally stepped into here and died!"

After finishing speaking, the headless fierce spirit had already rushed over. But after taking a few steps, several pale yellow blades slashed horizontally. The headless fierce spirit without the heavy sword naturally didn't dare to catch the sharp sword swung by Xuan'er, and moved forward while dodging.

"You must die! you must be imprisoned forever!" the headless spirit trembled and let out a sound, dodging Xuan'er's sword that followed. I have to say that Xuan'er gave the headless fierce spirit a very strong restraint on the side.

Han Ling also dragged the heavy sword out at the same time, Xuan'er's offensive gradually slowed down, Meimu glanced at Han Ling, and then nodded, but the sword in his hand was even more silver-yellow.

The two quickly came into contact with each other, and the headless fierce spirit flashed the sword that Han Ling stabbed first, and unceremoniously threw a punch at him. Faced with the surging punch, Han Ling instinctively took a step to the side, and at the same time used his strength to slash the heavy sword that pierced the air horizontally.

The headless fierce spirit pointed out with two fingers, and it was actually about to clamp the heavy sword. Seeing this, Han Ling immediately deflected his heavy sword and cut it towards the headless fierce spirit. In this way, the two fingers naturally could not be clamped, and the headless fierce spirit quickly withdrew its fingers, and the power of the netherworld turned into a blade to try to block the heavy sword.

Bang bang bang!

A violent collision unfolded between the two, and with each collision, there was a flash of light at the place of collision, and the light was mixed with black, blood red, and a silvery-white light like the bright moonlight. And Han Ling's body was also dyed with a gray light, and the light exuded a terrifying aura that was completely unequal to Han Ling's strength.

In this ruin, Han Ling gradually felt that the necklace around his neck was giving him a strange amount of strength. It was combined with Han Ling's Netherworld Power and Contract Light, and this power was able to restrain the soul very well.

"You...... You...... This is ......" The headless fierce spirit let out a somewhat trembling sound, because every time it collided with Han Ling, the figure of the headless fierce spirit faded a little, and Han Ling's strength contained a force that made him extremely frightened.

In addition to Han Ling, Xuan'er also felt the power of the Holy Moon Love, and the condensed pale yellow light gradually transformed into a silver-white color.

"It's time to finish. Han Ling said lightly.

Then he waved his hand and threw the long sword, and the target was naturally the headless fierce spirit. And above Han Ling's left hand, the Moro Codex also flashed out, the dark pattern floated, and the blood-red light also burst out at the same time.

The headless fierce spirit saw the heavy sword flying away, and with a wave of his hand, the heavy sword returned to his hand.

A faint burst of disdainful laughter came, and then only a faint green light was seen, shooting towards the blood-red light.

But before the two rays of light could touch, a silver-yellow light shrouded them. The Headless Murderer felt a sense of extreme danger and turned across his sword to block the blow.

Without the control of the headless fierce spirit, the dark green light that shot towards the blood-red light was consumed in an instant. Without any obstruction, the blood-red light naturally shot on the back of the headless fierce spirit.

Snort!

A scalp-tinging corrosive sound sounded, and the light of the contract that could have been able to deter the soul had a strong restraining effect on the soul, and hitting the headless spirit like this also made its body even darker.

And at this moment, a silvery yellow light descended.

Rumble!

The incomparably powerful fluctuations spread out in an instant, scattering all the rubble within a radius of tens of meters around it, with a faint silver glow.

The faint fluctuation spread into the distance, and the general who was far away on the city wall, his blood-red eyes shrank suddenly the moment he felt the fluctuation, and his voice trembled: "Two thousand years...... They're finally here!"

After a long time, the fluctuations generated by Xuan'er's sword completely dissipated, and the headless fierce spirit had dissipated at this time, leaving only Han Ling standing in the center of the battlefield a little tired.

Xuan'er's beautiful figure slowly fell beside Han Ling, Han Ling also raised his head, smiled at Xuan'er, and then gave a thumbs up.

Before the two of them had time to relax, dozens of figures shot at the two of them around them, and they were all the headless fierce spirits just now!

Han Ling's eyes froze, and dark black flames poured out from his body. Although there were so many headless fierce spirits, they would not be able to deal with them, but Han Ling would never be able to be caught with his hands tied.

At this moment, dozens of sharp arrows fell from the sky, shooting directly through those headless fierce spirits, and pierced into the nearby ground with a faint fiery red.

In the distance, dozens of people slowly walked towards the two.

I saw that they were expressionless and their eyes were red. The armor on his body was reflected with the dark red glow of the sky, and a text that the two did not know was engraved in front of the breastplate, ancient and vicissitudes. And they had spears in their hands and longbows on their backs, and powerful netherworld power fluctuated around their bodies.

"It's all high-level underworld warriors......" The two leaned together, ready to react to the possible attacks of dozens of people at any time.

As the dozens of men drew nearer, just as their nerves were tense, the soldiers stuck their spears on the ground beside them, stretched one to their chests, put the other hand behind their waists, and then knelt down on one knee. The next moment, incomparably reverent voices rang out in unison in the mouths of dozens of people.

"Welcome to the Redeemer!"

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