In the midst of the firelight, a feminine-looking and graceful man jumped out with an umbrella, his body fluttering like a ghost.

"It's been a long time, Young Master Wei. The man put the umbrella away, and a contemptuous smile tugged at the corners of his mouth.

As he spoke, he walked towards Wei Xian and the others without fear, as if he didn't pay attention to them at all.

Ping Yusheng couldn't help but say, the spear was across his chest, and the majestic Yuan momentum suddenly burst out, and for a while the dust was flying, glaring angrily at the feminine man in front of him.

"Yo, isn't this the most loyal Lord Ping under Wei Zheng. The man dusted off his embroidered clothes casually, still smiling, "You must know that Lord Ping's father is a saint-level thief."

As he spoke, the man turned his head to look at the firelight.

"Do you know what it means to be a thief who is holy?"

"Still a thief. ”

"Hahaha, well said, still a thief. Suddenly, the man and the soldiers burst into laughter.

"Stop!" Pingyu Sheng was furious, shouted, and the next moment he was already leaping up, the spear wrapped around the thunder like a thin snake, and the "crackling" sound made the air solemn, and then slashed towards the man.

The man suddenly restrained his smile, stretched his palm forward, and suddenly, a formation diagram engraved with dense sigils appeared in his hand.

With a loud bang, a huge impact suddenly rolled up, and Xing Xuan, who was still far away, sat directly on the ground, looking at the light that almost made the night look like day, and his heart was suddenly shocked.

Between the lightning and flint, followed by a "bang", the formation burst out, and Ping Yusheng fell out more than ten meters away directly, and even the spear in his hand fell off and was heavily inserted into the ground.

"Uncle Ping!" Wei Xian shouted, and hurriedly rushed towards Ping Yusheng.

Pingyu Sheng's whole body was trembling, gasping for breath and coughing violently.

Wei Xian raised his head and glared at the man.

Immediately, without saying anything, Wei Xian struck at the man with his sword.

"Oh, Master Wei is on board, let me see how strong the sword ghost's shadow sword technique is!"

The man cocked his orchid fingers and retracted his hand, his body floated in the air, several arrays looming beside him, and his eyes emitted a faint light, as if a god had descended.

Wei Xian held his sword like flowing water, and stabbed straight through the man's middle door.

"Hmph, I can't help myself. The man snorted coldly, and the formations behind him began to rotate slowly, and suddenly, thousands of tiny water droplets, like the Yuan Force condensed, and with the palm of the man's hand, they headed towards Wei Xian.

The blade of the guard sword rolled out patches of water, and his body was light, shuttling back and forth from the thousands of water droplets.

He slid sideways, droplets of water passing in front of his face, and then, with a quick roll, a vertical leap, was not far from the man.

Seeing this, the man turned his left hand, and suddenly several water droplets trembled slightly, and then quickly converged in front of Wei Xian's body.

Wei Xian's eyes widened, and suddenly his figure disappeared in front of the water droplets.

The man was stunned, and Xing Xuan and the others who were watching on the side were also stunned.

Before everyone could react, Wei Xian had already appeared behind the man.

Suddenly, there was a roar of "buzz", and under the dazzling light, the man gritted his teeth, and the formation in his hand slowly rotated, no matter how hard Wei Xian tried, he couldn't shake half a minute.

The man shook his right hand, and suddenly, the formation burst out, Wei Xian screamed, and was directly shocked far away

"The one who is dying!!" the man roared, raising his palm and aiming it at Wei Xian.

"Young Master Wei, you could have lived a little longer. The man raised his eyebrows and said coldly.

As he spoke, the man slowly raised his hand and aimed it at Wei Xian.

"Stop!" Hearing a loud shout, the man turned his head and saw that Xing Xuan had taken the lead, and he had already used his feather falling to kill, and he was rushing towards him.

And Ping Yusheng and those soldiers saw that Wei Xian was about to have an accident, and regardless of whether many enemy troops were eyeing him behind, they rushed up directly with their blades.

With a loud "ding" sound, a stream of water intercepted Xing Xuan's spurt, and the man waved his hand, Xing Xuan was suddenly swept by the Yuan Force and pushed into the air, and Xing Xuan was suddenly firmly locked and lost the ability to resist.

At this time, the army behind the man also roared and rushed up

Suddenly, the hand-to-hand battles were close to each other, and the sound of fighting once again broke the silence of the night.

However, Wei Xian's army was already small in number, and Fang had experienced several death battles in succession, and now the people were sleepy and demoralized, how could they defeat the rebels who were waiting for work?

It's only a matter of time before they all die here.

Xing Xuan in mid-air almost used the strength to eat milk to break free from the shackles of the water, but the current that wrapped itself in it was as motionless as steel, no matter how Xing Xuan struggled, it was useless.

What's even more terrifying is that the water flow keeps squirming as if it is about to burrow into his body, and soon, Xing Xuan's arms and thighs are full of blood, and Yuan Li is also constantly devoured by the water, and he is in pain as if he has been punished by Ling Chi, but he is helpless.

The man slowly came to Wei Xian's front and lifted him up with Yuan Force.

Ping Yusheng still wanted to get up, but before he could pick up the spear, several Yuan forces roared towards him, locking him firmly to the ground.

"Don't rush forward to die, the good show has to come one by one. The man shook his head and said in a strange manner, "Anyway, all of you will have to die tonight." ”

Wei Xian stared at the man with a fearless expression.

"It's a pity, I heard that Wei Shao's major cultivation is already a ninefold refining yuan, such a genius, he is going to die here today, and he is a tyrannical thing. The man laughed, "I'm not going to kill you first, you're the grandson of the sword ghost, so it's perfect for the finale." ”

"You say, let you watch the soldiers who admire you die first, and then kill you, isn't that a good show?" After saying that, the man giggled, and the laughter was extremely eerie and terrifying.

Wei Xian didn't say anything, and spat fiercely at the man in front of him.

"Damn!" the man was furious, and his right hand was raised, but then, put it down again.

"Do you want to provoke me to let me kill you?" Hmph, Young Master Wei, you won't get your wish, in a while, I will make your life worse than death!" the man smiled with a hideous face.

"Hmph, rebel thief, even if I die here today, you and your lord will not end well!" Wei Xian still said very stiffly.

"Ho, Young Master Wei, it seems that if you don't suffer a little, you won't shut up!"

As he spoke, the man had already gritted his teeth, raised his left hand, condensed his Yuan Force, and roared towards Wei Xian.

Between the lightning and flint, the man seemed to realize that something was wrong, and hurriedly withdrew his hand, his eyes looked at the rear, and the eighteen formations burst out one after another, exuding a huge amount of yuan power, shrouding him in front of him

As soon as the man turned around, the air around him seemed to turn into thousands of sharp blades at this moment, and the sword qi visible to the naked eye crisscrossed around him, constantly cutting through the formation he used to protect himself.

That sword qi was endless, and it contained huge power, and in a short time, the formation in front of the man was shattered one after another, and even he himself retreated one after another.

With a "bang", the largest array in front of him shattered, and the man suddenly fell backwards, only to see him do a somersault and staggered to the ground.

With a "poof", the man spat out a mouthful of blood, gritted his teeth and looked at the pitch-black field ahead.

With a "Zheng" sound, the water flow that Xing Xuan couldn't break free from was violently cut open by an invisible sharp weapon, and suddenly Xing Xuan fell to the ground weakly, at this time he was covered in blood, and his consciousness was already a little blurred.

The Yuan Force that locked Wei Xian and Ping Yusheng was also shattered one after another.

At this time, thousands of torches were lit up around this plain, and countless rockets were pointed at this area.

Whether it was the men's troops or the guards and the troops, when they saw this scene, they all stopped attacking in panic, and looked around at the thousands of torches at a loss.

The man didn't care about anything else, he was now staring at the pitch-black plain in front of him, his teeth clenched, but he didn't dare to act rashly.

In the darkness, a figure gradually walked towards the man, and as he approached, his face gradually became clear under the light of the fire.

This is an old man dressed in dark blue cloud embroidery, he holds a sharp long sword in his hand, and wears a delicate golden helmet, his face is like a knife, his white beard and the pendant on his chest flutter in the wind, and the long scar is like a deep groove across the old man's face.

He walked steadily, exuding an inoffensive majesty with every step.

"Grandpa!" Wei Xian shouted when he saw the old man.

"You, why are you here!!" the man gasped and gritted his teeth, as if he couldn't believe his eyes.

Sword Ghost Defense!

This powerful man in Beizhou, an old man with a sword aura, heard that his cultivation was unfathomable, and he had already seen the existence of the divine path.

"General Wen Yun, your army has fallen into our paintings, and the general trend has gone!" the old man said slowly to the man.

Wen Yun was stunned when he heard this.

The sword ghost appeared here obviously to save the scene, but even if the news of Wei Xian and the others' failure to break the magic array reached Wei Zheng's ears as soon as it reached Wei Zheng's ears, it would take a long time for him to bring his troops here.

However, he arrived in time with a large army, not because he marched very quickly, but because it was premeditated.

If this is the case, he will obey the arrangement of the main general, transfer troops here to strictly guard him, and plan the plan, but he will be calculated by the enemy.

The real place where the accident happened was Xishan City, which was stocked with grain!

The army of the guards is just a front!

Wen Yun's whole body suddenly cooled, and he looked at the old man in front of him tremblingly.

He incorporated his own grandson and many powerful Yuan people in the battalion into this disguise team in order to convince his own side that the coalition army was attacking the east and west, burning the grain and grass of Xishan City, but in fact they were coming to break the magic array.

Only the old man in front of him dares to do this! In order to break the eagle's beak pass, he does not hesitate to take his grandson and all the famous masters as bait!

In order to ensure the smooth surprise attack of Xishan City, Wei Zheng may have come a long time ago, if he decisively killed him from the beginning, Wei Zheng would also appear as soon as possible, Wei Xian and the others were just in danger!

Wen Yun gasped and looked at the old man in front of him, known as the nightmare of the north.

I saw that the old man's lips opened lightly, and he didn't say much, and said decisively.

"Kill!"