Unconsciously, the body of the Broken Back Mountain Chopping Knife was surrounded by a rich blood-colored knife qi. Pang Sheng's gaze became cold, his eyes were empty, and a brave aura arose from his heart. The spirit of courage spread everywhere and went straight into the depths of Wang Baorong's heart.

Wang Baorong was indifferent, retreated with one blow, and had no intention of fighting Pang Sheng to the death.

Pang Sheng just wanted to pursue.

Countless Qin Zhirui soldiers and ghost soldiers poured in like a tide.

The skewed back chopping knife was like a rainbow, and wherever it passed, limbs flew and black liquid splashed.

Wang Baorong avoided his edge, but kept attacking and harassing, which also caused a lot of pressure on Pang Sheng.

At the same time, Ji Wuhai and Wu Daoyi had destroyed the three ladders, and without stopping, they swept towards the other two ladders.

Tie Niu and Hu Dacheng were besieged by Qin's Ruishi and Netherworld Ghost Soldiers, and they were miserable. The martial arts of the two are mainly based on strength, but in the face of Qin Zhirui and Netherworld Ghost Soldiers, even if they are born with divine power, there is a time when they are exhausted. However, the two never gave up, walking on the black liquid, slowly but unusually firm.

There is no point in playing like this. As soon as Pang Sheng thought of this, he jumped up and slashed out, straight to Wang Baorong's chest.

Wang Baorong's figure swept and retreated, but he didn't expect that Pang Sheng's knife was just a false move.

Pang Sheng's toes tapped the top of Qin Zhirui's and ghost's soldiers, and went straight to Tie Niu and Hu Dacheng.

Wang Baorong smiled indifferently, leaned on the sword, and watched the changes.

When Pang Sheng arrived, Tie Niu and Hu Dacheng were in high spirits. The three of them formed an angle with each other, and killed in the direction of the chariot, unstoppable.

"Pang Shaoxia, the five cloud ladders have all been destroyed!" As soon as the words fell, Ji Wuhai and Wu Dao had already come to Pang Sheng.

Pang Sheng nodded slightly, and said to Ji Wuhai with the technique of transmitting sound into the secret: "Go and kill the man in Tsing Yi." ”

Ji Wuhai and Wu Daoyi glanced at each other, then jumped up, and with their body skills, they went straight to the chariot.

Seeing this, Wang Baorong flew out, as fast as a ghost, and went straight to the chariot.

Pang Sheng shouted, jumped up, and slashed out, directly hitting Wang Baorong's neck.

Wang Baorong's figure swept away, retreated three feet, and always maintained a safe distance.

Ji Wuhai and Wu Daoyi came to the chariot, and secretly lucked their true qi on the iron rod, and the cold light kept flashing, and the true qi was vertical and horizontal.

In an instant, the soldiers of the Heavenly Dao Sect suffered heavy casualties.

Ji Wuhai and Wu Daoyi did not hesitate, flew and jumped onto the chariot, and two iron rods were swung out at the same time, hitting the top of the head and chest of the man in Tsing Yi respectively.

The man in Tsing Yi looked like ashes, pulled out his long sword, and fought to the death, but it was only in vain.

Blood splattered, and the man in Tsing Yi fell in a pool of blood.

With a successful blow, Ji Wuhai and Wu Daoyi did not stop, and flew backwards.

At this time, Tie Niu and Hu Dacheng's internal strength and physical strength were almost dry, and their bodies were scarred, and they were already in danger. Thanks to Ji Wuhai and Wu Daoyi's timely killing, they breathed a sigh of relief.

Hu Dacheng raised his voice and said in a deep voice: "Pang Shaoxia, the two brothers of the beggar gang, leave us alone, go quickly!"

Tie Niu was remorseful and shouted, "It's all my fault, it's me who has caused everyone!"

Pang Sheng said loudly: "Don't be discouraged, go all out, kill at the foot of the city wall first and then find a way." As soon as the words fell, he had come to the four of them, wielding a skewed slasher, taking the lead and being unstoppable.

Hearing this, the other four people were arrogant and fought with all their might.

The five men fought and retreated, and slew at the foot of the city wall.

Wang Baorong just kept attacking and harassing, which also brought a lot of pressure to the five people.

Sweat soaked through the clothes, and the physical and internal strength was constantly consumed. Finally, the five of them came to the foot of the city wall. But at this time, only Ji Wuhai still had the strength to jump onto the city wall, and the other four were already at the end of their crossbows.

"I'm fighting with you!" With an angry shout, Tie Niu struck into the Qin Zhirui and the Nether Ghost Soldiers again.

In the blink of an eye, blood splattered, and the iron bull was dismembered by the blade, and his death was horrific.

"Brother Iron Bull!" Seeing this, the other four people were heartbroken.

At this moment, a blood-colored sword light flashed away, and a shallow blood mark appeared in Hu Dacheng's throat. He slowly fell, his eyes shining with gratitude.

Wang Baorong stood leaning on the sword, not sad or happy, indifferent.

Pang Sheng said in a deep voice: "The beggars help the two brothers go first, and I will block the Immortal Sword." ”

"Let's go together!" Ji Wuhai said in a loud voice.

Wu Daoyi said in a low voice: "My internal strength has been exhausted, and I can't jump on the city wall at all. Hurry up, I'll stop the Immortal Sword. As soon as the words fell, he jumped up with all his might, waved the iron rod, and went straight to the top of Wang Baorong's head.

A blood-colored sword light flashed away, and Wu Daoyi fell to the ground, and he was already out of breath.

Wang Baorong sighed lightly and remained silent.

"Brother Wu!" a cry of grief.

Qin Zhirui and Netherworld Ghost Soldiers kept coming, and Pang Sheng and Ji Wuhai had their backs against the city wall, and they could only barely support it.

Pang Sheng groaned: "Brother Ji, I still have the power of a blow to block the Immortal Sword, you hurry up, otherwise you won't have a chance." ”

Ji Wuhai let out a long roar and laughed: "What is the joy of life, and what is the fear of death?

Pang Sheng suddenly brightened up, and said loudly: "Then we will fight to the death!"

Sweat spilled and blood soaked the placket of the garment.

Ji Wuhai and Pang Sheng have not yet fallen.

As long as there is a breath left, then it will not die.

"Two young heroes, let's come!" Before the words fell, two figures suddenly came, it was Mu Qingfeng and Ouyang Wuxian.

Wang Baorong's face changed slightly, his figure swept away, and he retreated seven feet, ready to go.

Mu Qingfeng and Ouyang Wuxian just glanced at Wang Baorong, and then picked up Pang Sheng and Ji Wuhai and jumped onto the city wall.

What joy does the husband have in life, and what is the fear of death? If you want to go everything, you want to die together—— Ji Wuhai

(End of chapter)