The Black Prison Cavalry, who was resurrected by the Necronomicon Heavenly Book, turned into an undead cavalry and began to kill wantonly on the plains outside the iron kettle stream.

At this time, the imperial army was already scattered, and in the face of the undead cavalry that could come back from the dead after defeat, the elite army under the command of King Ning became vulnerable.

The spears of the soldiers could not pierce the bodies of the undead cavalry, and the shields could not hold back the spears of resentment and fury.

There is no suspense in this war, and the side of the dynasty army now seems to have no chance of victory.

Yi Xiao's order to divide the troops into battle gave Bi An a headache, and he wanted to order the soldiers to withdraw from the battle and preserve their strength. But now they have to desperately defend and prevent the Lionheart Futu's troops from returning to Sanmenxia.

Seeing the undead cavalry breaking through the battle formation of the dynasty army, Bi An's heart was like a knife, and even more like a thousand ants devouring his heart. The spear wielded by the undead was like the scythe of death, mercilessly harvesting the lives of the dynastic soldiers.

Stubble, row by row, piece by piece, full of crimson, flesh and blood flying, in the blink of an eye, the soldiers of the dynasty have been killed and wounded two or three out of ten.

"General Bi, withdraw the troops! If this continues, the brothers brought out by Jiuli will all die. Adjutant General Qiu Xing had tears in his eyes, looked at the tragic scene, and begged Bi An to order the withdrawal of troops.

Cannot be withdrawn...... He shook his head solemnly, and his eyes had long since lost their charm. He kept repeating that he couldn't be withdrawn, not just because of King Ning's death order. You must know that when you come out of the iron kettle stream, you will fight on the plains, and most of your troops are infantry, and the cavalry of the demon clan, once they retreat, they will die for a lifetime, and they are afraid that they will bury the lives of more soldiers, and it has no meaning. Now, he only prays that Situ Yan can live up to the grace of God and capture Sanmenxia.

With a dragon roar, the Dao sword shadow fell from the clouds, and inserted into the position of the demon cavalry irregularly, causing a huge explosion.

A sword suddenly flew out from behind the chaotic clouds, breaking through the heavy clouds and pouring out the light from the sky.

Lionheart covered his face with his hands to avoid the glare. Suddenly, he found that this sword was actually coming straight for him.

He waved the demon flag, and the thirty-three demon king marks protected his whole body, even if this sword had the ability to break the sky, it couldn't hurt him by half a point.

Mu Yuncheng appeared when the sword fell, in mid-air, holding the sword in one hand, his clothes fluttering.

"It's the Marquis in the clouds!" cheered among the soldiers. "Yun Zhonghou has come to save us!"

Bi An suddenly came back to his senses, looked at Mu Yuncheng's place, and breathed a sigh of relief in his heart.

He has always been dissatisfied with Mu Yuncheng, but now he wants to pin all his hopes on him.

The dragon-shaped sword qi poured out straight out, and the Lionheart Futu shook off the banner, and the overflowing demonic qi turned into a heavy phantom, and the ghost cried wolf and poured in all directions.

A sword tornado appeared, swirling around the Lionheart's Floating Massacre.

He relied on the thirty-three Demon King Marks to be fearless of the tornado formed by this blade, but the undead cavalry around him could not escape this fate. All of them were dragged into the whirlwind by the powerful suction, and in a moment they were slashed by the blade and turned into powder.

"I don't want this dynasty to hide such masters, and the strength is not under Chu Qingxian and Mu Bufan. Seeing that Mu Yuncheng's strength was so strong, Lionheart Futu couldn't help but sigh secretly.

And Mu Yuncheng caught a glimpse of the magic flag in his hand at this time, and knew that this was what Mo Yiyue had let him destroy, so he was even more desperate, casting a unified campaign to break through the protection of the Lionheart's Floating Massacre.

And at the same time as he made a move, the Lionheart Futu also secretly sacrificed an object, in the shape of a meteor hammer, covered with dense wolf teeth, with a single eye on the handle, and the hammer disappeared when it was opened.

As soon as the sword qi gathered by the merchants came into contact with the protective shield constructed by the Demon King's imprint, it was sucked into it, and no trace was found.

Suddenly, the wind tightened in his ears, and on the side of Mu Yuncheng's body, only his arm was scratched by that thing, and his clothes were torn into several strips, accompanied by crimson blood marks.

The color of the blood was not right, it was bright red at first, and in a moment it became like ink. Mu Yuncheng knew that this was his secret weapon, and he hurriedly sealed the acupoint of his arm with his fingers, and his entire arm was instantly paralyzed and unable to move.

He changed to holding a sword in his left hand, and swords such as Taiyi Dragon Pattern and Qianjinsan also flew out to protect him. Only the ghost sword Huangquan Road and the evil sword soul were inexplicably excited, flew out without authorization, and wantonly shuttled through the battlefield, killing a group of undead cavalry.

The two swords of the devil are both through the netherworld, the former calms the soul, and the latter dies, and it is the most restrained necromantic book that can call the undead. Pity this group of demon soldiers and the second sword when they meet, their souls are scattered, and they are gone.

Seeing that the undead cavalry was showing weakness, Lionheart Floating Slaughter had the idea of retreating.

"You have been poisoned by my carrion corpse, if you don't take the antidote, your arm will not be saved!" He said this, nothing more than to exchange for a way out of Mu Yuncheng's hands, but he never expected that his coercion and temptation would be exchanged for Mu Yuncheng's sneer.

"With one hand, I can take your dog's life. His eyes were sharp, and his eyebrows were like the slender sword in his hand.

This person is so arrogant and arrogant, and there is no one in his eyes! Lionheart Futu secretly gritted his teeth and simply broke the net.

But at this moment, Mu Yuncheng's eyes suddenly turned gray, the light dissipated as if he was blind, and his entire body was instantly surrounded by flames, and a broken sound exploded in his ears, as if a supreme divine power that could shatter space struck a gap in mid-air, and the gap was like a broken mirror, revealing a deep starry sky and a vast universe!

Tianxiao's six swords turned into six fires and hung behind him, he waved one hand and pointed at the Lionheart Floating Slaughter, the six swords came out together, and the fire phoenix stretched its wings in the air, and in an instant, the meteor fell, and the firelight spread across the entire sky.

The ground beneath his feet suddenly became hot, and countless tongues of fire burst out of the cracks, and the scene in front of him was suddenly blurred, as if the view was blocked by water vapor.

Lionheart Futu was horrified in his heart, he had never felt such a powerful sword intent, "Who the hell are you!"

As soon as the words fell, the six swords arrived together, like a fire dragon sweeping the ground, and in an instant, thunder, fire and lightning, thirty-three demon king marks burst instantly, and the lionheart Futu let out a wail, along with his magic flag, it was gone.

This group of undead cavalry was originally summoned by magic, but at this moment, Lionheart Futu was dead, and the magic flag had lost its effectiveness due to destruction, and the undead cavalry that had been wantonly rushing and killing on the battlefield disappeared in an instant, leaving only the frightened soldiers.

His injured arm had turned black, and he knew that if he didn't heal it in time, it might not be safe.

The soldiers surrounded Mu Yuncheng like a tide, but the enthusiasm that swarmed could not keep this dynasty Yunzhong Marquis, who had become a sword saint.

Bi An had witnessed everything from a distance, and he knew that if Mu Yuncheng hadn't arrived in time, let alone himself, even King Ning would probably have to fold in this battle.

Situ Yan's side really failed to capture Sanmenxia, with a group of masters under Wurihou, although Sanmenxia has no soldiers and horses, it can block thousands of troops and horses. He couldn't attack it, and he heard that King Peng quickly returned to help, so he returned to the army with hatred.

Fortunately, on the way, he was relieved to hear that the Sword Saint Mu Yuncheng had killed the Lionheart Futu and eliminated all the undead cavalry under his command. I want to be full of strategy, but the demons are good at evil methods, and today's defeat will add a lot of shame. I didn't succeed in my own school, but I smeared my own door. He suddenly stopped his horse and drew his sword, and the soldiers on either side passed by as if no one was there, as if they could not see him at all.

A cold light flashed, and the blade of the sword reflected his ashamed eyes, and just as he was about to kill himself, a feathered arrow struck the sword in his hand, knocking it to the ground.

"How can a husband kill himself? Although he is defeated today, he can still make a comeback, and when he goes back to see King Ning, I will ask for guilt with my husband. Bi An sat down and the war horse flew quickly, and in the blink of an eye, he was in front of Situ Yan.

His rhetoric was indeed not bad, which made Situ Yan even more ashamed.

The two led the remnants of the soldiers and horses back to the camp, but they didn't see King Ning, and they found out that Mu Yuncheng was critically ill, and at this moment Yi Xiao was guarding his bedside without leaving.