Those riders came from the Lion's Roar Ridge, and at first they didn't think so, they didn't want the ghost town to manifest, and they were shocked that the earth dragon under the seat was upside down.

Wu Yan rushed forward, his arms swelling, and he punched the rushing Earth Walking Dragon. With a loud bang, the earthly dragon rolled his eyes and died on the spot. The cavalry on it was shocked, the spear in his hand was deflected, and when he fell off the dragon's back, he was hit in the chest and abdomen by Wu Yan's punch, and his chest cavity was completely dented, so he vomited blood wildly and fell to the ground.

If it was repeated, none of the cavalry troops who rushed could withstand Wu Yan's punch, and for a while it was like entering a no-man's land, rushing to kill like a mad god.

Arrows stained with fire oil were shot at him, and they were like scratching an itch, and they could not pose a threat at all.

Yan Shiguang carried the green dragon long knife on his back, and his feet were on the ground, and he rushed forward, and the long knife swept, cutting off the feet of those earth dragons together, letting out a painful cry, and throwing those horses upside down.

One of the three commanders is fiercer than the other, and one is braver than the other. The hundreds of horsemen who rushed out fell apart and completely collapsed before they could make a contribution.

The morale of the army surged, and they let out an earth-shattering shout of killing, and rushed up against the rain of swords. How could the gate of the fortress withstand this raging wave, and it was knocked down in a short time. The guards on the tower fell, and they were all slashed to death.

After rushing dozens of feet away, he came to the gate of the second fortress, and finally saw the archers of Feijiao Mountain, arrayed on the city tower.

Hua Yan was covered with earth and stone armor, took the lead, came to the city tower, and suddenly raised his fist to bombard the ground, which was Hua Yin's self-created body cultivation move "Prison Leiwei".

An inexplicable force rushed into the ground, and then surged back like a fountain, breaking through a large hole in the sturdy gate.

In a short time, under the frenzy of the army, the second tower collapsed, and a hundred and ten archers were slaughtered and killed.

"Die for me!"

Before Wu Yan and the others could lead the army to charge, they smelled a thunderstorm and dozens of furious masters jumped down from the tower of the last fortress, knocking the Purple City army into the air and rushing straight at Wu Yan and the others.

This group of masters is the convergence of Lion's Roar Ridge and Feijiao Mountain, and they only make a move when Wu Yan and others are exhausted.

But they obviously underestimated these generals in Zicheng, Su Fu was extremely generous to the small soldiers, not to mention them, it goes without saying that they should eat and drink, they should be needed for cultivation, and only the big clans can enjoy the precious elixir, Zicheng has it, and they are never stingy, so that they have enough strength and stamina.

Let's just say that Huayan, the camp was destroyed during the day, and the night was rushed and killed, and the consumption was very great, but its breath was still even, and when he saw the dozens of masters attacking, he did not panic and calmly dealt with it.

Since these dozens of masters, a large number of demon soldiers have rushed out of the fortress, and the two armies have fought in this mountain road, and a large number of demon soldiers have died every moment.

Zhao Yun ignored it, and jumped onto the city tower. The city tower is ten zhang high, and there is a middle-aged man standing with his hands on it, seeing Zhao Yun coming up, he immediately put on a posture and said: "I have heard for a long time that there is a gray-clothed courtyard in Xuanmen, and its master is a general who commands the army.

It was the king of the horned antelope, and at the end of his voice, he had burst out of an awe-inspiring cold air.

"Try it!"

Zhao Yun admired in his heart, it was really commendable that a monster could do this. However, admiration is admiration, each is its master, and naturally there is only one way to fight. He moved, and the ghost town hidden in the fog also moved, colliding with the cold air of the Horned Antelope King and disappearing.

The king of the horned antelope glanced at the ghost city in all directions, took out two scimitars, stepped on the toes, and there was a knife head-on.

Zhao Yun reached out of his hand with a spear glowing with a dark luster, dexterously like a poisonous snake, and with a slight shake, he shook its scimitar open, and then spun like a dragon, piercing the façade of the Horned Antelope King.

The Horned Antelope King dodged sideways, and his left-handed scimitar was suddenly thrown like a dart.

Zhao Yun leaned back dangerously, the scimitar swirled and grazed his chest, the knife wind was extremely sharp, and Zhao Yun suddenly had an extra blood line on his chest.

He is the pinnacle of ghosts and immortals, and his body is yang, so he naturally has flesh and blood.

In this evasive space, the Horned Antelope King stepped on the void with both feet, and his body turned into a shadow, and he was actually bullied closer, and the scimitars in both hands were slashing, and Zhao Yun blocked left and right.

After nearly a hundred rounds, Zhao Yun saw an empty space, a heavy cutlass of scimitar, and flew backwards with his strength. His body was already covered in blood, and the Horned Antelope King's pair of scimitars made him superb, leaving many wounds on his body.

The so-called one inch is long and one inch is strong, and one inch is short and one inch is dangerous. If he is approached by the Horned Antelope King again, it will be difficult to resist the enemy, Zhao Yun's heart moved, and there was a ghostly light on his body.

All kinds of evil spirits rushed out of the ghost town, and condensed into black clouds above the fortress, the color of the clouds.

Zhao Yun's figure flashed, and then disappeared, and when he reappeared, he had already come to the top of the head of the Horned Antelope King, and his spear was whip-shaped, and he smashed it down.

The void crackled, and the Horned Antelope King was startled, so he raised his sword and crossed it, holding up his spear and slapping it.

The blow was so hard that he was slammed down and smashed into the fortress.

However, before Zhao Yun was pleased, the fortress roared, and the horned antelope king Fu rushed out again, throwing all the scimitars in both hands, and this time the knife wind was visible to the naked eye, like two wind knives, cutting the void. If you do this, there will be death and no life.

However, it was said that the Soul Refining Banner was purified by the Origin, and Zhao Yun's moves that relied on the Soul Refining Banner were all in vain. For example, this black cloud, after it moves once, then dissipates. Every time a black cloud is condensed, it costs a lot.

Now that Zhao Yun is out of the soul banner and out of the void in his heart, he doesn't need star power to support him, but he needs to pay a price. If he dies at this time, and Su Fu is not here, he will definitely fall.

That's the price of freedom!

It was too late, but the scimitar came so fast that before it reached the façade in the blink of an eye, he only had time to hold his spear horizontally, and block the scimitar with the blade of the spear.

Sonorous and sonorous――

But it was said that the scimitar was a spear body, still spinning, and for a while, the sparks splashed, Zhao Yun's body retreated, and crashed into the mountain next to the fortress, in the midst of a burst of landslides, the mountain collapsed, the rocks flew, and the scimitar rushed out of the smoke and dust, and fell into the hands of the horned antelope king.

He stared intently at the smoke and dust, and did not relax in the slightest. He has spent his whole life on this pair of scimitars, which can be said to be an outlier in the demon clan.

Before the smoke and dust cleared, Zhao Yun slowly walked out with a spear, coughing softly, but did not speak.

The ghost city in all directions suddenly became clearer and clearer, and four ghostly lights rushed into Zhao Yun's body.

His height jumped high, condescending, and his spear pointed at the king of the horned antelope, but he saw the ghostly light swelling, and in this dark night, the ghostly light was extremely conspicuous.

The Horned Antelope King's face was heavy, the scimitar was held upside down, and the demonic power on his body was surging, and everyone realized that he had not reached the realm of demon handsomeness.

The next moment, the ghostly light and demonic power collided in one place!

PS: One more chapter (below)~~