"Bang"

A loud bang alarmed Qingqing who was resting in the camp.

He also jumped from the chair with excessive eyes and was dozing, and shouting for killing came from outside the tent. Qingqing picked up the three suns and moons famous objects at hand.

"come over."

She shouted to the bird and pulled the latter behind her to protect her.

The next moment, one of the ghost martial artists who were guarding Feiniao rushed into the camp and said a few words to Feiniao in Japanese.

A trace of heaviness flashed in the child's eyes, and he said to Qingqing:

"Sister, the protective formation of the camp has been broken. A ghost martial arts are rushing into the camp with Onmyoji. There will be ghost disasters here and we cannot stay any longer."

"Isn't the formation protected by the Taoist priest of the Jade Emperor Palace? How could it be easily broken without warning?"

Qingqing frowned, but did not leave immediately.

She looked back at the back of the tent.

You Wuming was sitting cross-legged on the bed, regulating his breathing, the blood sea magic skill in his body, and the magic knife was placed flat on his knees, and the red light was swallowed and spitting endlessly, just like a red ghost fire, very evil.

Before, this young man fought with the ghosts for three times, and the magic sword killed the ghosts for no less than thousands. In a short period of time, he drew a lot of blood, and was also worried and exhausted, which made the magic sword lose control.

"No need, please don't care."

You Wuming also sensed the chaos outside the tent.

He opened his eyes, and there was still blood in his blue eyes. He tried hard to smile and said to Qingqing:

"You take him, go away, be careful. All the ghosts can't do anything to me."

The young man glanced at the magic knife placed on his knees and said:

"I'll be fine if you leave. Let go and fight another battle."

"If you drink more blood and energy, you will not be able to control the magic sword."

The bird was behind Qingqing and whispered:

"You will fall into vain and turn into a bloodthirsty Shura. If you do not leave in time, you will become a human ghost who only knows how to fight."

"It's okay."

You Wuming still had that smile, and he replied:

"Yeye, I won't hurt me, but it doesn't care, you guys, go! Leave this!"

"What nonsense!"

Qingqing took a step forward, grabbed You Wuming's wrist and pulled him off.

This action caused the magic knife to scream, and the blood light of the blade rushed towards Qingqing, but was then grabbed by You Wuming and forced to take it back.

His eyes, when holding the knife, turned into bloody eyes, and looked terrifying.

"You fight for me for three games. I have to bear this favor. I will take you out this time, which can be considered a favor."

Qingqing, holding You Wuming, walked out of the camp under the escort of several ghost warriors.

Seeing the camp in front of her, she held the famous knife in her hand and said:

"Senior brother said, in the world, it is the hardest to repay the debt of favors. I don't want to owe you anything."

"You don't owe me."

You Wuming was a little anxious, and he tried his best to control the murderous intent in his heart and said hoarsely;

"It's me, voluntarily. I'm in Luoyang, making you angry. This is an apology."

"I've been no longer angry."

Qingqing held him, took the birds, and walked towards the most chaotic place of the camp under the guards of dozens of Yaoguang Guards. She said as she walked:

"If it weren't for you, the senior brother and sister wouldn't be together."

At the same time, when Weihou, who was in charge of the central camp, saw the formation breaking, he immediately brought people to rush over. At the source of chaos where the smoke rose and the firelight ignited, Zhao Lian saw several lieutenants under his command standing in a pool of blood.

The Jade Emperor Xuanmen, who was responsible for protecting the camp and preventing evil spirits from infiltrating and attacking, had fallen to the ground, and the talisman was being broken at the eye of the formation.

These Taoist priests were attacked by their own people!

"You are waiting for the thief!"

Zhao Lian's teeth grinned and cursed.

But the several lieutenants who attacked the sneer did not care about the superior's scolding.

They had broken the protection of the camp, and the breaking of the formation was a signal. Soon a team of Japanese ghost martial artists rushed into the camp from the damaged area, and they all fought bloodthirsty, which soon made the camp mess.

There were also Onmyoji who rushed in the chaos, constantly throwing down the burning talisman paper, calling out all kinds of gods and demons, howling endlessly, and messing up the entire camp.

"clang"

The sword passed by.

In the chaos, the fire also ignited in the rear camp. As the fire shone, the soldiers who came to rescue were killed with the thieves.

Zhao Lian, holding a big sword, also burst into anger and rubbed with a "rebellious" lieutenant. The sword in his hand broke and was then slashed by the old man with a powerful force and was beaten away.

He also did not resist.

The man's angry sword was allowed to slash on himself, and the blood splattered, and a twisted smile appeared on his face.

The bloody hand grabbed the big knife that was slashing into the flesh and pushed it to continue to tear open the body.

Blood flowed, as if you didn't feel any pain at all.

The man, insidiously, said to Weihou who was staring at him in front of him:

"You mortals are really good at making trouble. Those Japanese are really useless! I have to take action personally."

"You are really amazing. Dongling lost no blame. In this thousand years later, warriors have good intentions, but I am not the stupid person who is self-proclaimed.

I have learned from Dong Ling's lesson and will no longer underestimate you. Now that the camp has been broken, you will enter the killing world.

When I refine the more than 10,000 people filled with blood, I will use the essence and true energy of you and others to add more equipment to my spiritual realm.

Haha, there is no hope anymore!

Recognize"

The secret test words made Wei Hou's hair stand upside down, and the old man waved a knife and cut the man's head away.

He looked back and saw that the chaos in the camp was intensifying.

This moment of destruction is definitely prepared.

After only ten breaths, a large fire burned the rear of the camp and the reserve troops were in chaos. The front line was still fighting to the death, but the rear was already in chaos.

Weihou naturally knew what Wu Shifeng could guess. If the camp was destroyed, the morale of the front-line soldiers would inevitably collapse and this battle would be lost!

Could it be?

Really hopeless?

Innocence will destroy Qilu here

The old man looked around, but he was unwilling to admit defeat. He had already fought to this point. If he lost again, who would be convinced?

He shouted, summoned his personal guards and held the central camp to death.

But the Onmyoji among the Japanese triggered Shikigami and demons, and various invisible ghosts, and rampantly spread here.

"kill!"

The old man roared, grabbed the big knife, and led his personal guards to kill the thieves in the chaos camp.

I heard the horse's hooves, and the one-meter-high mechanical war horses carrying fierce black-armored swordsmen rushed into the crowd. On the shoulders of the giant, golden flames surged, whether it was the Japanese ghost martial arts or the invisible evil spirits.

Wherever the sword blade reaches, everything will be broken.

Xiao Tie, the new force, came, wearing Tiangang armor, like copper and iron bones. He fought for a hundred battles, and almost used his power to suppress the thieves to retreat together.

"Bang"

During the battle between Weihou, he was hit by a sneak attack by Shikigami with two horns and transformed into a true body. The old man was lifted out and smashed to the ground, and his battle helmet fell to the ground.

The knife in his hand also fell.

The ghosts around him burst into laughter and burst into tears. The old man disheveled his hair, grabbed a knife and stood up.

He looked at the twisted figures brought out from the firelight around him, and the camp was in chaos, but the soldiers, no matter where they came from and what their identities were, were trying their best to fight.

He saw soldiers from the Southern Army and wounded soldiers of Tiance against the enemy back to back.

I saw the Heluo boxer escape from the sea of ​​fire with the Five Dragon Knights on his back.

Seeing Qin Xuming flying with his fists, he was shaking Guiwu's head and dispersing the disasters in the camp, and seeing Fan Qingqing, supporting the weak You Wuming, with Feiniao, commanding Yaoguangwei to rush out of the burning camp tent to defeat the enemy.

No one gave up.

No one admits defeat, even if he is in a desperate situation.
To be continued...