Seeing this situation, Yan Shan shot directly and stabbed out with a sword, directly hitting the throat of the gray-shirted old man. The shadow of the black sword flashed, and a pair of copper hammers met it, and at the same time, a ghost-headed knife and a chain gun came from the left and right.

The cyan sword shadow flashed, and Li Ruoxian's sword came out like a rainbow, as fast as lightning, and the seven sword qi slashed towards the gray-shirted old man. With a few sounds, a pair of copper hammers blocked the seven sword qi. One long and one short, two swords, one in front and one behind, stabbed at Li Ruoxian.

The man in black who was holding a stainless steel folding fan and wearing red fist gloves also exchanged hands with Dugufeng and Ning Xue'er.

A pair of copper hammers tumbled up and down, tiger and tiger, and the power was compelling. Yan Shan didn't dare to face its front directly, but he knew its trajectory and killing range well, and dodged with his body, waiting for the opportunity. The ghost head knife quickly attacked Yanshan's lower plate, following him like a shadow. Yan Shan traveled along a strange trajectory, and although the knife technique was fast, it was always a fraction of a second. What makes Yan Shan jealous the most is the chain gun, the number of shots is not much, but every shot is as fast as lightning, and it is impossible to prevent it. Yanshan is one enemy and three, and it is full of dangers. The three of them were also in a cold sweat. The rusty sword was eerie and terrifying, and if it hadn't been for mutual rescue, someone would have died under the sword.

The cyan sword shadow is elegant and agile, the invisible sword qi is extremely sharp, and Li Ruoxian's body is turning, transcendental, like an immortal. The two swords, one long and one short, cooperate tacitly, but they are only barely supported. The invisible sword qi left several wounds on their bodies, dripping with blood.

Dugu Feng's deadly serial sword technique reached the peak of the fourth layer, and the mixed yuan gong cultivation reached the fourth layer. Ning Xue'er's Deadly Serial Sword Technique had just broken through to the fourth layer, and the Mixed Yuan Gong had been cultivated to the third layer. In terms of comprehensive strength, Dugufeng and Ning Xue'er were under those two black-clothed men. However, in a battle with a similar number of people and similar strength, the deadly serial sword technique has an innate advantage. Moreover, Dugufeng and Ning Xueer grew up together and had a good heart. The four of them were in a scuffle, and under the advantages of one another, Dugufeng and Ning Xue'er had the upper hand.

At this moment, Mo Jixian is under tremendous pressure. While slaying the ghost soldiers, he cleaned up the corpses under his feet, which consumed great internal strength and physical strength. However, he had no choice and had to stick to it.

The man in black who was guarding in front of the gray-shirted old man wanted to kill Mo Jixian, but was stopped.

The gray-shirted old man knew in his heart that the white-clothed man with a dark red sword was unfathomable, and the man in black would only lose his life if he shot at him. He was carefully observing the situation on the field. Yan Shan's body is weird, with one enemy and three, he will not fall behind at all, and one more person is in vain. Li Ruoxian has the upper hand with one enemy and two, and he may be able to kill the opponent within ten moves, and one more person will not be able to delay for long.

When his eyes fell on Dugufeng and Ning Xue'er, the gray-shirted old man's eyes lit up. The swordsmanship made by these two people is obviously not suitable for group battles, although they have the upper hand, but because the woman's internal strength is slightly weaker, she has to win after a hundred moves. These two people are the breakthrough! The gray-shirted old man had made up his mind and conveyed the order in code.

On the battlefield, timing changes quickly.

The man in black, who had not moved, suddenly made a move, and a pair of copper hammers smashed at Ning Xue'er. The ghost head knife besieging Yanshan also retreated sharply and killed Dugu Feng.

In the middle of this breath, Yan Shan stabbed out a sword, and the black sword shadow passed through the throat of the person holding the chain gun. The pair of copper hammers smashed down quickly, Yan Shan's heart was as calm as water, and he raised his sword to meet it, and the black sword shadow flashed, leaving a blood mark on the throat of the person holding the copper hammer. The copper hammer grazed the placket of his clothes, and Yan Shan was unharmed.

At the same time, Dugu Feng forced back the black-clothed man holding a stainless steel folding fan with a sword, and blocked the rapid blow of the ghost head knife. Ning Xue'er took a quick step, dodged a pair of copper hammers, her body was unstable, and a pair of red fists came in front of her again. She only needs to turn to one side, and she can turn seventy percent of her strength. However, behind her is Dugufeng. She turned her heart sideways, did not dodge or dodge, and stabbed out with a sword. That punch hit Ning Xue'er in the chest, and Ning Xue'er's sword also forced the opponent back.

The next moment, the pair of copper hammers were about to be raised again. A black sword shadow flashed, leaving a bloody streak on the throat of the man holding the copper hammer. Yan Shan's sword momentum continued unabated, and he moved forward, and the black sword shadow passed through the throat of the person wearing red fist gloves.

The cyan sword shadow slashed through the air, and two arcs slashed towards the neck of the black-clothed man holding two swords, one long and one short, and the two heads fell, and blood gushed out.

Seeing the tragic death of his fellow disciples, the black-clothed man holding a ghost head knife and a stainless steel folding fan couldn't help but feel a chill, and he was actually in a trance.

Fighting to the death, how can you be distracted?

At this moment, Ning Xue'er's long sword pierced the heart of the person holding the ghost head knife, and Dugu Feng's long sword pierced the throat of the person holding the stainless steel folding fan.

Yan Shan's expression was gloomy, he glanced at Ning Xue'er, and saw that her eyes were full of pleading, so he didn't say anything more, and turned around to kill the gray-shirted old man.

Li Ruoxian swept lightly and came to Mo Jixian's body, the cyan sword shadow continued to slash, and one arc after another slashed towards the ghost soldiers, the sword qi reached, and the flesh and blood flew everywhere.

The dark red sword is sheathed. Mo Jixian nodded slightly, with a look in his eyes, tacitly. He swept back, took a purple pill, and meditated on the spot to breathe. The handsome face that made the woman jealous was as white as paper at the moment, and beads of sweat the size of beans were rolling down.

A black sword shadow slashed, and the tip of the sword suddenly stopped an inch in front of the gray-shirted old man's throat. Yan Shan was stunned.

The gray-shirted old man sat cross-legged and meditated, his eyes slightly closed, his expression calm, and there were still faint black blood stains on the corners of his mouth, and he was no longer breathing.

Yan Shan glanced back at the ghostly soldiers who were still like a tide, and sighed secretly.

What the gray-shirted old man said was true, he was not the one behind the ghost soldiers. At this moment, they are in a dead end.

According to the agreement, Wanyan Honglie's reinforcements will arrive tomorrow. But before that, in the face of so many Nether Ghost Soldiers, they would definitely die of exhaustion.

You have to find a way to protect yourself, this is the only way to survive.

Yan Shan took a deep breath and reluctantly calmed himself down. He looked around, and his eyes stopped on the bluestone slab where the gray-shirted old man was sitting. He removed the body of the old man in the green shirt and knocked on the bluestone slab, which turned out to be empty underneath. The four walls were unobstructed, and there was nothing like a mechanism around the stone slabs, Yan Shan's heart was a little confused.

At this time, Ning Xue'er walked over and pointed to the top of her head.

Yan Shan looked up, and couldn't help but tremble, it was actually the head of a Hades King, with a hideous and vivid face. He inspected it carefully, only to find that the head of the Hades King was carved out of stone, and the head had traces of friction with the stone slab on the roof of the cave.

Yan Shan jumped up lightly and gently turned the head of the Hades King along the friction marks. Just listen to the sound of "pop", the bluestone slab is flipped, and there is a hole below.