This dark night is destined to be uneasy.

Outside the inner city of Qingcheng, three miles away.

A drunk man, drunken eyes, held a buzzing silver spear, and the domineering aura lingered on the silver spear, like a revived ferocious dragon.

The entire inner city of Qingcheng seemed to have woken up. On the city tower, the armored guards were running around, looking into the distance, and they could see the dark air soaring into the sky!

"Enemy attack!!!"

Some elderly guards and experienced guards are roaring.

In fact, they no longer need to remind them that the spear that tore the night was like a gun that rang the ancient bell, which had already revived the entire inner city.

The sound of running was endless, and the human army lined up and arranged troops under the city tower.

Yang Hu was wearing armor, with a knife on his waist, and three small flags waving in the wind were inserted behind him. He was full of anger and murderous intent was rolling.

He climbed the city tower, step by step, step by step, and the entire city tower seemed to be trembling.

When he walked up to the city tower, Yang Hu looked over and with his eyesight, he naturally saw the overwhelming black shadow outside the city, the hundreds of ghosts, thousands of ghosts, and thousands of ghosts walking at night!

Of course, I also saw the Bai Ding who stopped the ghost army alone.

"Mr. Zhang."

Yang Hu's eyes fluctuated, his lips were stammering, and he was excited.

That was Zhang Zhenyu, the former Qingzhou garrison commander. Unexpectedly, Zhang Zhenyu did not leave Qingzhou and still protected Qingzhou.

"I never thought that Hu could fight side by side with Lord Zhang again in his lifetime."

Yang Hu laughed.

"kill!!!"

The next moment, Yang Hu roared with a loud voice.

It was like a colorful tiger standing on the top of the mountain, roaring that shocked the sky.

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He pushed open the door and closed it.

Lu Meng walked out of the room, he said goodbye to Lu's mother and walked alone on the cold street.

Go towards the inner city wall.

"That guy Yang Hu really didn't prepare armor for me..."

"This is not to let me fight."

"I look down on me, Lu Mangran, a scholar?"

Lu Mangran smiled and scolded Yang Hu.

He looked back at Lu's mother leaning against the window, waved his hand, and then, wearing a plain white dress, just like he had gone to Beijing to take the exam, like a white lotus flower that emerged from the dust.

A scholar is useless, but a scholar dares to draw his sword to kill the enemy!

I looked at the extremely narrow and dark night sky. It was approaching dawn, but I couldn't stand the light of dawn, which really made people breathless.

Lu Mangran held a sword around his waist, which was the weapon he wanted for Yang Hu.

Of course, Yang Hu will give it to a self-defense weapon.

Now, Lu Mangran walked out of the comfortable hut with his sword on his shoulder, not waiting for the results of the battle with peace of mind, but walked to the forefront of the battlefield step by step.

As the Minister of the Honglu Temple, he has not completed his mission this time. How can he have the face to hide behind and enjoy peace?

Then he will be a scholar in vain.

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laugh!!!

A gun shot and exploded a ghost monk, turning the other party into a ball of black gas and disintegrated in the darkness.

Zhang Zhenyu held a spear in his hand and was extremely powerful.

Zhang Zhenyu, who is at the peak of the Four Elephant Realm, and his qi cultivation level at the fifth level of the Great Martial Sect, can also be regarded as a top-notch powerhouse with mutual blessing.

The guards of each state will not be too weak, and they are even more arrogant as the guards of Qingzhou on the front line.

At the beginning, Zhang Zhenyu waved his gun in anger, seriously injured the ghost clan's envoy. He was characterized by the ghost clan as a diplomatic dispute, which caused him to be dismissed.

But now, Zhang Zhenyu is just a white dick, he has no worries and is not afraid of being dismissed.

So, in the darkness, he raised his head and laughed, emitting a mysterious yellow light all over his body, waving his spear, and constantly killing the ghost monks.

One man blocked the road with a gun.

Stop the ghost clan's troops!

One end, two ends, three ends... Hundred ends, thousands of ends...

Zhang Zhenyu used his power to shoot out like a dragon and killed hundreds of ghost cultivators!

"Have him to death, and he will die for me!!!"

"I want to eat his flesh and drink his blood. I want to extract his soul and let him bear the pain of the Nine Nethers!"

The ghost clan's envoy roared.

The humiliation that was originally felt as if it had come to my heart again.

boom!!!

Tens of ghosts rushed towards Zhang Zhenyu like a tide. Zhang Zhenyu's eyes were shining, and there was no more drunkenness in his eyes. The waving gun light tear apart the ghost tribes apart.

He is very experienced. He knows that the ghost clan has no intention, so when he kills the enemy, he only picks his head, smashes the ghost clan's head, and uses the will of a gun to slay their souls, and these ghost clans will not be resurrected.

Buzzing...

The blue bricks on the ground were flying and shattered.

A powerful monk from the ghost clan appeared, and the shrill ghost wind was crying and tearing the ground apart!

This is a military formation composed of the five-level monks of the Ghost Clan. The sinister ghost energy almost turned into substance, and there were not many. There were as many as twenty monks of the Five-level monks, surrounding Zhang Zhenyu.

The sixth realm envoy of the ghost clan also took action. A huge ghost head, green face and fangs, bit towards Zhang Zhenyu!

After all, Zhang Zhenyu is just one person.

Blood flowed out of his body, and his arms that swung the gun began to become sore and tired.

The blood aroused the ferocity of the ghost clan and also aroused the desires of the ghost clan.

However, Zhang Zhenyu looked coldly and stabbed a ghost monk with one shot to death. He pulled out his gun, poked him again, and poked again.

In his eyes, he only had to kill the enemy.

No backing!

In front of him, the corpses of the ghost clan were piled up like hills!

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"Damn it! I can't help it!"

In the inner city behind him, Li Si, the young soldier who had talked to Zhang Zhenyu before, had his eyes completely red.

He looked at the figure of the man and the army were blocking each other, and he felt that blood was boiling in his body.

"He didn't lie to me, he was really Lord Zhang!"

Who doesn’t admire Zhang Zhenyu, the soldiers in Qingzhou?

That was their military soul, and now, the military souls blocked the ghost clan alone and reminded them of the enemy's attack.

How could they hide behind the door and look at it with ease!

On the city tower, Yang Hu raised his long sword and roared.

Li Si suddenly pushed open the city gate, held the spear, and then dived out.

"Kill!!!"

Li Sihong looked at the man who stopped the ghost army and rushed towards the blood-filled figure in his body.

All of Li Si's colleagues were jealous.

Human race, don’t fear death!

Don't be afraid of war!

This battle is for the city behind you and the people behind you!

Feeling the human warriors rushing towards him without hesitation, Zhang Zhenyu was covered in blood, but he grinned.

"The quickest thing in life is to kill the enemy and drink."
To be continued...