After a few rounds of attacks, Qin Yan gradually became familiar with the power in his body, and his sword qi attack became more and more fierce, quickly breaking through the formation of the black-armored knights, and harvesting the lives of the four knights with several swords. Seeing that the opponent's position had been broken and was about to pursue, he suddenly felt an alarm, his body stopped, and he turned back to the rear.

A moment later, he saw where he had been standing, a faint icy light emerged from the ground, carving sinuous lines in the void, glowing with a pale white cold light.

Then, the Ice Empress's voice rang out in a high-pitched voice: "Show your strength, my Praetorian Guard, and let these fools see the majesty of the Kingdom of God!"

In her shouting, the remaining dozen or so black-armored knights took advantage of Qin Yan's retreat to regroup and gather on both sides of an old knight to form a semi-arc encirclement formation.

Feeling the strange aura coming from the other party's formation, Qin Yan took another step back, fell to the position next to Jiang Moyu, and said in a deep voice: "Hey, can you still move?"

Jiang Moyu stood up straight and said proudly: "Don't worry, I won't die before you." ”

"Haven't you already died once?"

Jiang Moyu snorted coldly, ignored him, stretched out his spear, pointed at the man opposite and sneered loudly: "Old guy, look at your old dragon clock, aren't you afraid of falling off your horse?"

The old knight was unmoved by his words, but just stared at him coldly, and slowly raised the spear in his hand. The other knights also slowly raised their guns at the same moment, and more than a dozen pitch-black and cold spears stopped at the same height, and their movements were so neat that they could not see the slightest fallacy. After this action was completed, the momentum contained in the strange formation was immediately activated, and a cold and silent behemoth killing intent suddenly emerged, which provoked Qin Yan and the two of them to be startled, and the original unscrupulous momentum was stagnant, and they involuntarily took half a step back.

"What the hell!" Jiang Moyu cursed in a low voice, forcibly taking half a step against the colossal aura.

As soon as he finished speaking, the scene in front of him suddenly changed. The air seemed to shake, and the figures of a dozen knights in front of them were blurred, stretching into large dark shadows, as if squeezed from all directions. No! Qin Yan's mind froze, and a layer of divine consciousness rippled out from the spiritual platform, and the dense and gloomy illusory shadows broke when he touched it, and the scene in front of him solidified again.

I saw that the more than ten knights had surrounded the two of them inside, but they did not attack, still maintaining the posture of holding their spears high, as if they were performing an ancient ritual.

The snow-white steps on the ground stained with plum blossoms suddenly took on a blood-like and terrible color.

Qin Yan's eyes swept over them, only to feel an eerie and rancid aura spread, and in just a few seconds, the feeling these knights brought to him was completely different from a moment ago. He seemed to be able to clearly see that the black and solemn armor was no longer a human body, but had been transformed into a corpse demon with exhausted flesh and bones, and the cold and crazy Yin Spirit let out a sharp roar within the armor.

In a trance, the space began to collapse inward, the air flow turned into a thousand huge pressures and crushed the bodies of the two, and the singing voice of the elven banshee was faintly heard in the void, exuding infinite temptation.

Come, come, let the soul be free from the sinful heavy body, away from all the troubles and sorrows of the world, and join us......

In the center of the fierce aura, Jiang Moyu held his gun on the ground, his body swayed slightly, and his breath had been suppressed to the lowest point. The spell mark left on him by the Ice Empress was not completely ineffective after all.

"Come here!" Qin Yan shouted at him. He suddenly heard the sharp wind behind him, suddenly turned around and swung his sword, the blood-colored sword body drew a perfect trajectory, instantly picked up the tip of the spear stabbed in the air, and slashed all the way along the body of the gun, easily cutting the skull of the knight hidden in the black helmet in mid-air, and the gloomy gray mist around the knight immediately dispersed, and turned into the formation of others. At the same time as the knight fell, the other two necromantic knights who were attacking on both sides immediately gave up their attacks and quickly retreated into formation.

Qin Yan sneered, and his heart was actually terrified. The swift sword just now was already used by him with all his might, and it was at least a gully several zhang long on the ground, but it only caused one life. If it weren't for that sword that killed the attacking knight extremely quickly, he would have fallen into the most ferocious attack of the Yin Spirit Array, and his life would be in danger!

Qin Yan looked intently, only to see that all sides were wrapped in a silver-gray mist, there was no obvious weakness, but there was a place where the dead air was particularly strong, that was where the old knight had originally stood, the skeleton horse and the black iron armor had been dimmed and invisible, only the gloomy gray mist churned out in the shape of a huge skull. As soon as the mind probed past, he could feel the intense mood swings gathered in it, and although it was only a remnant of the obsession of the necromancy, its clarity and purity surpassed that of the most powerful illusionist he had ever met. It was an oath and faith to protect the Empress at all costs, and now the land has been drenched in a cage for the enemy.

The Ice Empress, a slut, actually has such loyal subordinates!

Qin Yan moved his footsteps slightly, his small movements did not attract an attack, he came to Jiang Moyu's side and shared half of the pressure for him. Jiang Moyu is also an extremely determined person, and as soon as he felt the pressure on his body, he immediately stood firm.

"These hellish things that should go to hell!" Jiang Moyu's hand holding the gun turned blue, "We can't be so consumed, let's rush out!"

"Wait!" Qin Yan shouted in a low voice, "This formation can't be without flaws, let's observe it first!"

"There is no time, Your Excellency, do you think the Empress will wait for you slowly, and if you are worried that you will live up to the old man's expectations by dying here, then let me bear the consequences!"

"Don't be impulsive!" Qin Yan subconsciously stopped him, but with a light on the side, Jiang Moyu had already strode out, frantically releasing his burning battle intent with the anger in his heart.

Qin Yan immediately felt that the pressure was much less, and all the fierce intent in the formation was completely concentrated on Jiang Moyu alone in an instant. He secretly shouted, how could the powerful necromantic power that these fifteen black-armored knights had exchanged for their lives be comparable to one person? In the next moment, Jiang Moyu's roar was hoarse, and a large area of silver-gray necromantic mist shakily wrapped the light of life that had bloomed wantonly on him. Qin Yan didn't care about any opportunity to break the formation at the moment, so he stepped out vigorously and attacked in the other direction.

The blood-glittering sword was unhindered wherever it went, and the fine black iron armor turned into flying powder at the touch of it. A sword slashed out, and the knight of the target dissolved the mist along with the men and horses, melting into a part of the silver-gray smoke. Qin Yan killed four or five people in an instant, without encountering any resistance, and the fierce power in the necromantic array had no intention of confronting him at all, and he retreated back in waves, but Jiang Moyu's aura had completely disappeared. His heart was cold, could it be that the key to breaking the formation was to sacrifice one person, so Jiang Moyu ......

Looking back, the bodies of the surrounding necromantic knights gradually melted into the mist, and the ferocity became more and more fierce, frantically rushing towards the place where Jiang Moyu was in front of him, coiling into the hideous shape of countless skulls, and Jiang Moyu in it was no longer silent.