"Give up your senseless resistance, join my men, and enjoy the feast of blood......

The murmuring sound was mixed with a gloomy ghost cry, which interfered with Fang Qiuyao's mind, and Sen Sen's corpse qi was even more oppressive to him. Countless blue-faced and fanged ghosts appeared in front of his eyes, and the haunting auditory hallucinations lingered in his ears.

He couldn't tell the direction, he slammed like a headless fly, dodging the huge waves of sludge surging in all directions, and was tormented by countless ghosts crying and crying, only to feel that the sky and the earth were swaying and spinning, and there was no place for himself.

"Brother Fang, are you still alive?" Qin Yan's voice was faintly heard in the distance, but it seemed to be far away in the sky, and it was so blurred that it was almost impossible to distinguish after being blown away by the cold ghost wind.

Fang Qiuyao's heart was shocked, and he replied: "I-" Before he opened his mouth to say a word, a cold and smelly cold wind poured into his mouth, and he drank down his throat, and the cold breath penetrated his stomach and intestines, choking his eyes and rolling on the ground with a pop, using the strength of milk to earn back his breath.

The wind was howling all around, and an inexplicable palpitation made him suddenly come back to his senses, and he suddenly turned over and jumped up. However, he still couldn't dodge all the attacks, and his right wrist sank suddenly, and the hilt of the sword was entangled in something. Before he could turn his head to look, a long red strip suddenly appeared in front of him, slender and slender and dragged down vertically, bright red like blood, and dangling in front of him.

His heart trembled and he looked up with trepidation. Then he saw a gray figure hanging in front of him, swaying in the wind. A pair of bulging eyes looked down at him with a gloomy look, full of malice. And the long red stripe suddenly came out of the mouth of the tongue.

At some point, he was surrounded by a group of hanged ghosts.

The hanged man in front of him stared at him in the eye and gave him an eerie smile, his long blood-smeared tongue popping up and shooting at his neck.

Fang Qiuyao was so frightened that he tried his best to deviate his head and dodge the straight stab of his long tongue. But then the tongue twisted back and wrapped around his neck, and it was about to strangle him to death...... No, that fierce force was going to wring his head straight off. He heard the sound of his fragile throat about to shatter.

At this moment, a brilliant light suddenly flew over, tearing through the dark curtain like thunder, causing this hellish realm of Shura to freeze for a moment.

It was a thunderous sword qi, as bright as the moon, flying like a wild dragon, with overwhelming frost, paving a layer of silver and white on the dirty and muddy roads along the way. The eerie aura of the dark realm has weakened a lot because of this.

The gray bodies of many hanged ghosts were cut to pieces by the sword qi in an instant, and Qin Yan's figure appeared in front of Fang Qiuyao's eyes, and he shouted in a deep voice: "Help me top it, I'll attack you and defend it!"

Fang Qiuyao finally gasped for breath, coughed again and again, and nodded with his heavy head in his hands.

Qin Yan turned around and raised his Frost Sword towards the black mud waves that followed behind him, slashing straight down with the momentum of splitting the mountain.

The air waves are rushing, as if Qiongyu is scattered, and thousands of layers of snowflakes are splashed on the ground, piercing the air and hitting the shore, surging turbulently. After several unyielding impacts, the invincible edge finally tore a crack in the scorching clouds and ghost mist, Qin Yan's figure flashed and disappeared, sweeping into the deepest part of the mist, Fang Qiuyao followed closely behind.

The heavy pressure in all directions, as if the sky was falling, was almost suffocating.

At this time, Qin Yan had already spawned his own sword intent to the extreme, and with the spiritual power cultivation of the initial realm of the Earth Yuan, he forcibly exerted his strong sword qi at the peak level, and destroyed the withering and skillful in one go, but his own body qi also flew away. He knew that he wouldn't last long, so he completely abandoned his defenses, intending to chop the immortal body in the Netherworld to pieces in one fell swoop.

It's just that his desperate approach has brought an unbearable burden to Fang Qiuyao. Qin Yan's passionate steps were heroic, but the young master of the Hunjiang Gang who was following him was unable to appreciate his amazing swordsmanship, and he was so sad that he couldn't breathe.

It was too much to maintain the defense of the two men with his unperfected swordsmanship.

A wave of death aura surged in, Fang Qiuyao's mind was lost again, his ears buzzed, and auditory hallucinations followed.

He felt that only himself and Qin Yan were left in the world, and under the darkness of the sky, several giant dragons were entangled in the two small bodies and dancing around, and a huge whirlpool was rapidly spreading under their feet, dragging them into the abyss from which they could never recover.

Hard to match, impossible to resist. The frustration of the coneheart frantically tormented the young master of the Hunjiang Gang, and he even had the idea of throwing his sword and admitting defeat.

What heroic righteousness, what heroic righteousness, in the face of the apocalyptic scene of the world overturning, landslides and tsunamis, have become the whispers of ants who are beyond their strength.

He hadn't broken down yet, just because there was one last tender place left in his heart, and that was the remnant of the thought that he would willingly bury here and protect someone......

However, a sudden and powerful force extinguished all the luck thoughts in his heart, and the deep-water beast entrenched in the black tide finally poked its head out at this time, and it turned out that the whirlpool under the feet of the two was actually its terrifying mouth, and the two rows of Sensen's sharp teeth collapsed together, as if the desert breath from the ancient flood devotion swallowed the two fragile flying ants into it.

The powerful and powerful sword qi emitted by Qin Yan also fell into the mouth of the giant beast, and then disappeared.

'It's over,......' Fang Qiuyao sighed in his heart. The illusions of the dragon and the whirlpool all disappeared, and the world in his eyes fell into complete darkness. The events of his life are retraced, and the moment of sobriety before his death made him choose to freeze the picture at a certain moment half a month ago, when Miss Ye smiled at him for the first time......

The faces of several women watching the battle from a distance and not far away changed color.

"No matter how indulgent the feast is, there should be an end. With the arrogance and arrogance of a king, Zhao Zhiping's voice slowly sounded in the thick fog, "Don't disobey me anymore, all struggles are just in vain, it is meaningless to use the mantis arm as a car, for me who has understood the way of life and death, you ...... wait"

He suddenly stopped his mouth and toes a little, trying to escape the sudden palpitation in his chest. But it was too late, a thousandth of a second didn't allow him to make too many movements, and a cold-chilled blade pierced out of the thick ink on the side and pierced into his lower abdomen at once.

"How can I ......" The Night King's immortal body shuddered and kicked back, pulling it out of the blade of his sword to run away. But his flustered movements revealed an even bigger flaw, and the Frost Sword caught up again, piercing his heart with a poof.