Fan Baimi was drowsy, and suddenly felt someone patting him, and when he opened his eyes and was about to speak, he was covered by Da Zhao. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

"Silence, hurry up, go with me on today's secret mission. After saying that, he looked around cautiously, as if he was afraid of being discovered.

After the converging forest poured snow, the three of them walked out quietly.

Zhang Dazhao took out an envelope sealed with fire paint, and after reading it, the three of them stood on the spot.

After staring at each other for a while, Lin Tianxue spoke, "The matter has come to this, let's go." ”

The two followed without saying a word.

There is quite a kind of meaning of "donating one's body to go to the country, and seeing death as if it were home".

At the entrance of the introductory disciple area, people who were also on a mission arrived one after another, and after about ten people, there were high-level disciples who took them away, and flying swords continued to flash in the sky, constantly taking off and landing, but there was no noise at all. Everyone has a sad expression, indescribably depressed and dignified.

The landing place is full of mountains and ravines, and in front of it is the Jingmen.

The low-level disciples distributed equipment here and rushed to the back of the door.

It seemed that they couldn't stand the pressure, and several people cried at the last moment, and even worse, they hugged the legs of the high-level disciples, shouting that there were eighty ancestors, forty old mothers, the only male in the family, and the queen who had not yet married, and the incense had not been passed on.

Strong twisting melon is not sweet, and it is hard to keep people up.

After these people are taken away, it may be difficult to have an intersection with Ling Yun.

The three heavily armed men followed the team across the Jingmen.

The scene will never be forgotten.

The charred earth was littered with dead corpses, beginner disciples, unknown warriors, dark warriors, and wild beasts, whole, mutilated, and scattered corpses, smeared livers and brains, torn and rolled intestines, minced meat mixed together, oily limbs, and charred charcoal.

In the distance, bursts of fireworks, clusters of sword rain, and bursts of shocking battles.

The horizon seemed to be blood-red.

Lin Tianxue spit it out with a sigh, and Zhang Fan and the others were no better.

At this time, I understood what the sentence in the letter meant, "life and death".

Eventually, the intention of retreating was broken by the disciples of the Wind Pavilion behind them and a sound of horns, and they grabbed their weapons and rushed towards the flesh millstone.

After a rush of running, he finally rushed to the battle formation.

"Get down~"

The elongated sound of the word "down", they were able to dodge the crossbow arrows and shoot, but the third-order disciples who opened their mouths could not avoid it, and the ten thousand arrows pierced through the body and were nailed in place, still standing with their right arm held high, and they couldn't fall down at all.

Ah~ Kill!

The front is close to each other, a row of soldiers and demon warriors face each other, the demon disciples are tall and strong, and the weapons are double-sided halberds, maces, black iron axes, etc., and they can fly a few with a casual wave, which is unstoppable.

The third-order disciple who led the team shouted loudly and took the lead in pounced.

The three of them followed the majority, raised their swords and fought fiercely.

A first-order person, whose strength is stronger than that of ordinary soldiers, turned it around in an instant, and the leader even cut off the head of the demon captain.

The demon clan team that had lost its leadership was in chaos in an instant, and was interspersed and divided by Xiuzhen disciples and soldiers, and fell under the sword one after another.

Fan Baimi, Da Zhao, and Lin Tianxue formed a three-person team back to back, which was very efficient, although they did not kill the enemy, they broke their own siege several times, and it was really rare to enter the battlefield for the first time.

Gradually, half of the demon warriors were cut down to the ground, and only a few squad leaders or strong strength soldiers remained, gathering into a pile to resist stubbornly.

At this time, fighting hard with a warrior will inevitably outweigh the losses.

The nine third-order disciples stood in three rows and three formations, chanting together.

Suddenly, the light was bright, and the sword on his back was like an induction, buzzing, and after a while, it was all shining, suspended in the air.

Subsequently, the weapons on the ground seemed to be pulled by the force, and they jumped up and down one after another, like a rabbit that had life and seemed to be frightened, and the next moment they all rose into the air, lined up behind nine swords, layer upon layer, dense, and a floating array composed of various weapons.

"Lingyun Sword Formation, invincible, blocking the ashes and preventing the smoke from disappearing!"

Brush!

The sword array flew vertically, accompanied by the sound of layers of roaring through the air, about a hundred zhang high, and suddenly turned, straight to the ground, faster than thunder, as fast as lightning.

The light of the nine swords brightened up more than once, only to see that the light rose more and more, the faster the speed, and when the sword body was covered by light, it was already impossible to see the appearance, only to see that the nine colors in the air were smooth, leaving nine light curtains. Behind him is a mighty and huge array of weapons, which is also indistinguishable, just like a galactic meteorite, coming from the sky.

Snort, snort, poof, poof, knock!

A series of sounds, smoke and dust everywhere, bursting all over the sky, just a bunch of demon battle formations, first pierced by swords, blood splashed, then pierced by spears and big knife holes to the ground, and finally smashed by countless heavy weapons, the body was instantly torn into pieces, turned into a rain of flesh and blood, surrounded by splashed dust, rolled and flew everywhere.

Far away, Fan Baimi still felt the rain of blood sprinkled on his body.

Lin Tianxue was even worse, and the sound of vomiting did not stop.

The smoke and dust slowly fell, and everything was slaughtered, but the mournful crow chirp mixed with the desperate wails of the wounded reminded us of the real battlefield, not the dream scene.

Da Zhao finally breathed a sigh of relief, and the nerves that had been tense when he set off were slowed down a little, so he sat on the ground regardless of the bloody mud, "Damn, what kind of day is this, it's obviously a practice, why did it become a stab in the battle array, I have never killed anyone! At most, I will kill a chicken, at most a wild boar!"

Fan Baimi was about to speak, when he suddenly saw a dead body on the side suddenly move, and before he could react, a knife had already slashed at Dazhao.

Ignoring anything else, he threw his blade at the same time as he pounced, and the figure rolled together with the great summons.

In a moment, the situation on the battlefield changed again.

I saw that the demon soldiers who died just now actually got up one by one!

There is a faint green light in his eyes, whether it is missing an arm, losing half of his face, or missing half of his shoulder, all of them get up!

There is also a headless corpse, looking for a head everywhere, touching one and then picking it up and putting it on the neck, finding that it is not right, throwing it away and continuing, such a scene is constantly staged.

It's not the world at all, it's clearly the Nine Yin Soldiers who came to the world.

Everyone was stunned and stood there stupidly, looking at their pierced bodies in disbelief.

Obviously, all of them died in battle, why did they all come back to life at once, no, it's not resurrection, it's just an unconscious walking corpse, and the eyes that glow green are clearly not ordinary people.

"All retreat, this is the demon high priest's method of controlling the corpse, it's not something we can resist!

Here, the three-person team has been surrounded by layers of corpse soldiers, they are not afraid of slashing, they are not afraid of fire, they have no pain, they have no sense.

The sword is added, just like slashing to the meat on the board, and there is no feedback at all, and it can only lag half of the body.

"Break through! I can't leave later!"

The Great Summons shook back an axe and shouted loudly.

Fan Baimi beckoned Lin Tianxue to retreat together, and he and Dazhao alternately dealt with the aftermath.

However, the disciples around him fell one after another, and they were all added by swords and axes, drowning in the sea of blood, and they couldn't survive.

"Help me, I don't want to die yet!"

A shout made Fan Baimi turn his head, and a fellow door wearing two arrows in his leg called for help not far away.

Under Fan Baimi's eyes, he saw the signal in the other party's eyes, summoned weapons, and left with the wounded.

The pressure of the queen of the palace all fell on Fan.

Suddenly, the anomaly arose again, and I saw countless green lights flying in the air, as if the sword formation that flew towards the demon position just now, but this time it was smashed towards himself.

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A series of voices rang out over the demon soldier in front of him, but it immediately extended to him.

It turned out to be indiscriminate coverage!

But since it is a corpse control, what does it matter if it is smashed, sure enough, the fallen demon corpse got up again, and continued to approach step by step without hindrance.

"Be careful!" Fan Baimi only felt a strong force drag himself back, and his front was covered with greenery, and then a figure stood in front of him.

That pretty figure, cold face, and clean face are not who Lin Tianxue is.

Suddenly, it was as if time had been frosted, and the passage was slow.

No... Yes...

She had a smile with her, and that smile was so charming, so beautiful, that moment, it was eternal.

Even the green light hit her body and passed through her chest, still smiling lightly, still fairy out of the dust.

Fan Baimi's eyes were cracked, and he frantically grabbed Lin Tianxue before the demon corpse.

"Leave me alone, let's go," he said as he vomited blood from his mouth, and fainted.