At this moment, the old man suddenly fell into a sense of déjà vu, and he remembered the scene of the past, which was almost forgotten.

Back then, when he led his troops to siege the Shifei camp on Qinglong Mountain, the remaining soldiers fought so hard and were unwilling to admit defeat. Even though they had entered the Jedi, no one gave up.

At that time, the one who supported them in desperate situations was a master who would inevitably return, would inevitably dispel despair, and would continue to lead them.

Fear is unfair.

Weihou has been the most difficult opponent in the past decade.

The two sides had a large-scale confrontation seven times, and Wei Hou lost six times. The last time was not considered a win, but it could barely be considered a draw.

When that person is here, he is like a magic needle in the chaos of Qilu, suppressing Qilu's life and such a devastating disaster today. If you encounter something today, if you are still in a grudge, you will still be there.

Zhao Lian pursed his lips and looked at the evil ghosts around him who were rushing towards him.

The old man grinned at this moment.

Don't think too much.

If the fugitive was still there, he would definitely not say nonsense and would lead his brothers to this battlefield to kill the ghost soldiers.

That's what he is.

He would not be afraid of these supernatural beings.

No matter what kind of predicament he faces, the man will only move forward silently with a gun, and use a long spear in his hand to break all the injustices in the world.

Just like I am now.

"kill!"

The old man with disheveled hair and blood on his face roared out in an instant and waved the long sword in his hand towards the ghost, just like the most difficult opponent in his memory, just like the bandit leader who was rampant in Qilu.

Alas, hatred is unfair.

I finally lived like you.

What a pity.

When we were still alive, we couldn't have a good drink.

You may not know.

Although I am an important official in the country, I respect you very much.

You Wuming also saw that the smelly old man who was knocked to the ground in chaos was surrounded by a group of hideous ghosts. He saw the old man waved his sword and waved the sword forward even though he knew he could not hurt the ghost.

The young man with blood-red eyes grabbed the evil, and the blood light dissipated. If Shura possessed him, he would come forward to rescue him.

Brother Zhang Chu asked him to protect this old man!

He couldn't let Brother Zhang Chu down.

Just when Zhao Liankang was willing to die, rushing in front of You Wuming to take the knife, the moment when the tent was in chaos, the ghosts were roaring and about to descend to the Demon Realm of the World, a heavy and sharp aura suddenly burst out above the tent.

At this moment, everyone.

Xiao Tie, who killed ghosts, Qin Xuming who slashed his fists, Qingqing, who protected the birds, You Wuming who held the magic sword, Zhao Lian who closed his eyes and died, and even those Japanese ghost martials who were in chaos everywhere, those hideous and ugly ghosts.

Everyone raised their heads at this moment and looked at the sky with gloomy sky light.

There is nothing there.

No.

There is something.

A star.

Bright, cold stars are falling rapidly.

"Master!"

The bird with the best eyes present exclaimed, the next moment

"Bang"

The harsh sonic boom sounded, stirring up a tornado-like wind.

The noisy tornado entered the sky at this moment, shattering the gloomy black clouds in the sky at this moment. A ray of dawn in the morning extended the stirred clouds and shone into the camp slanted.

The hot sun shines, and the evil ghosts are as if they see the most terrifying thing, screaming one by one, and the shrill sounds are filled with panic and wailing.

And a flying star fell from the sky.

Just like a silver dragon in the wind, with a force of ten thousand pounds, it appeared in the light. In Zhao Lian's stunned gaze, the thing entered the earth in a harsh whistling.

"Clang"

It was like a finger gun stabbed by a god. The moment it pierced into the ground, half of the military camp's land was shattered like a slab.

The place where the silver dragon fell, an impact-shaped pit was pulled out from the rotating gale wind.

The magical martial arts tumbling, and the spiritual energy mixed in the sharpest Canglan true energy, as if thousands of guns were stabbed out in an instant, causing the cold blade to land. Within ten feet, the ghosts and evil spirits were afraid of death.

The strong wind comes and goes quickly.

Smoke and dust splashed everywhere, and there was a dead silence.

Zhao Lian put down his arm covering his cheeks, and in front of him, a silver spear with an eight-foot bright, standing steadily on the ground like a pillar supporting the sky.

Wherever the gun blade penetrated into the soil, the soil was burned like glass by high temperature.

The red tassels scattered, bringing up the broken ghost spirits, wailing miserably, and the tail of the gun was still shaking slightly, shaking up all kinds of evil forces here.

This scene

This scene is a completely replica of the scene where Qiu Buping and Baili Aid came to smash all the victories in Zhao Lian's hands with one shot.

It's like fate is destined.

Last time, this gun brought despair to Weihou.

And this time, the cycle of fate brought hope, and it sent back the victory that had been taken away to Zhao Lian.

A ray of sunshine was looking at the bright silver spear.

The dark and silent sky light was still around, but the despair brought by the dimness could no longer block the eyes of the people in the camp.

"Swish"

A man fell lightly into the sunshine with the bright silver spear, as if he also stepped out of the light. Shen Qiu was still dressed in the same old dress, white and black shirt, broken hair, and his beard was well repaired.

With black fist blades in both hands, the five-color true energy in the divine martial arts were stimulated, which turned into a flow tube and entangled around him.

"You guys look a little messy here, and there's garbage everywhere, so you need to clean up."

Shen Qiu reached out and held the trembling gun body, and tweeted it casually. A hundred birds screamed at the phoenix gun, bringing cold star points. Several Japanese ghost martial artists who were ten feet behind Shen Qiu were smashed to death.

He looked at the young junior sister who looked surprised and said:

"Her Majesty, do you need help cleaning up?"

"Senior Brother!"

All the worries in Qingqing's heart disappeared in this moment, and she shouted loudly:

"Why are you the only one here? What about the reinforcements that were agreed upon?"

"The reinforcements are here."

Shen Qiu didn't even look at the trembling and frightened Japanese people behind him. He opened his arms and said softly in the ray of sunshine:

"The heroes, their souls are back.

Let us protect our rivers and mountains and slaughter all the Diyi.”

The Yin wind suddenly rose, and millions of flying stars swayed beside Shen Qiu, and the spiritual pressure surged, which made a Japanese Onmyoji tremble. This power, this spiritual pressure

Could it be that the Middle Earth warrior in front of him really opened the gate of the underworld and attracted the ghost soldiers of the Yellow Spring?

"Hahaha"

Amid the crazy laughter, holding two axes in hand and carrying terrifying burns on his body, Liu Junshan, who was like a ghost in the yellow spring, stepped out in a roar of thousands of people, and his gong-breaking voice rang through the sky.

"The world's number one is the best place to eliminate the world's injustice and resentment!"

The ghost general raised his two axes, causing thunder in the sky to make a loud noise, just like an evil demon coming to the world, and the end of the world has come.

"Miscellaneous, cry, shout, shout."
Chapter completed!