"Bang"

The Japanese ghost martial artist holding double hammers, surrounded by a group of ghost soldiers, roared and waved the heavy hammer, and was hitting the shield formation of the central army. The ghost martial artist was tall, with a bloated body, and his whole body had been completely alienated.

Scale, ghost claw, tail, bone spur, ghost horn, mane.

Green face and fangs, copper bell eyes.

It is obviously a powerful ghost martial artist. He had blood and energy on the heavy hammers, and his breath was as intense as a fire. The two hammers danced one after another, bringing out the ghost fire. With endless brute force, it was like a wilderness war beast coming out of the cage.

Even the shield array with talisman paper stuck can't resist such a sharp attack.

Three consecutive hammers fell, causing the earth to shake.

More than a dozen soldiers holding heavy shields were lifted out, and their blood was splattered, causing roars. The two captains of the bandit suppression army each rushed up with two spears, one left and the other right to block the gap.

Four spears stuck to the talisman paper shot and pierced into the bloated muscles of the ghost martial. The talisman paper burned, and the ashes splashed everywhere. The painful burning made the big ghost martial roar, and two more hammers hit it.

"Bang, bang" two lieutenants died tragically on the spot.

What's worse is that the shield formation was broken, and there were Japanese cavalrymen. Under the cover of the brute force of the Great Ghost Martial Arts, they rushed into the formation from all over the place. The ghost soldiers were summoned by blood and rushed up like crazy, pressing the soldiers into the ground.

For a moment, flesh and blood flew everywhere.

These ghosts actually swallowed flesh and blood and ate raw meat and drank blood.

This place is broken through like a solid dam breaking a crack.

It seems that there is only one crack, but it is rushed by the rolling black tide and then comes

collapse!

All collapsed.

"wood!"

The ghost scholar who was slashing with a knife turned around and looked back with some emotion. On the side of Langmu, who was more than ten feet away, the thin old man as thin as a bamboo pole was hit into the ground by the ghost martial arts like a mountain.

Lang Mutou is not dead yet.

But if he doesn't save him, he will die.

"Crash"

Wu Shifeng shook his left hand, flew out of his cuff, and accurately buckled the hideous ghost martial arts thick arms, trying to pull the limit, but the next moment, brute force attacked, and the ghost scholar was brought into the air by the monster's brute force.

The Guiwu shouted vague Japanese words, and his other hand hit Lang Mutou's war hammer, turned around, and slapped the ghost scholar who was pulled over.

"Bang"

Wu Shifeng was hit on the front by the octagonal warhammer.

The protective energy was like paper, and it broke at one touch. His chest was blown to the point of sank, and his mouth was sprayed with blood, hitting the crowd.

The ghost martial arts raised the heavy hammer and wanted to finish the knife, but there was an angry voice behind him. Xiao Lingsu, who had a short body, came with a sword, and the man and sword were united. Taiyue's sword technique was exquisite. When the true energy surged, there was a three-foot sword energy swept across the sky.

"puff"

The smelly, corrosive odor blood is sprinkled everywhere.

Guiwu's arm was cut off from his shoulders, and horse hooves were stomping on the ground. The blood-stained iron spear also broke through the air, like an arrow flying. With the sound of a sonic boom, it pierced from behind the tall Guiwu and pierced out of the heart in front.

The heart orifice is broken and the heart pulse is broken.

The bloated Guiwu wailed, his huge body shook twice, fell backward, and pressed the dozen or so ghosts who could not dodge so hard that they could not fly.

The next moment, Li Baoguo paid the price for this support.

He had no weapons in his hand, so he could only pull out his waist knife and continue to chop and kill. However, the Japanese ninja who seized the opportunity, seven people attacked as the smoke rose, and the dragon fire swept over, killing Li Baoguo's war horse to death and knocking him to the ground.

This scene was seen by Zhang Xiaohu. The loyal boxer also activated the magic weapon. He swept away the enemy within three feet in front of him with one move. He rushed into the smoke with a roar to support Li Baoguo who was being attacked.

It's messy.

The formation originally cooperated with Wujian was completely in chaos.

The warriors and soldiers were attacked by the continuous stream of ghost soldiers and could only fight for themselves.

The shadow of failure enveloped everyone's heads.

It's not their fault for being too weak.

They have done their best possible.

"I can't survive the wood."

Among the chaotic army, Wu Shifeng, who was lying in a pool of blood, was carried by Lang Mu covered in blood. The Heluo Gang was still insisting, and Yi Sheng led the way to draw his sword and slash. A group of boxers followed him around and fought with extraordinary courage.

"Let me go and run away."

The ghost scholar spitting blood and said to the old friend in front of him:

"If you can survive, remember to come back and take my body home and bury it in the back mountain, where there is a grave left for me."

"Shut up!"

Lang Mutou cursed unceremoniously.

He carried Wu Shifeng, whose chest was collapsed, and he was leaning on a broken knife in his hand. It was not his weapon, but Qian Guaizi.

Lang Mutou carried it to make himself never forget where he came from.

"Everyone died, everyone ran away."

The thin, silent hero turned his head and spat in bloody saliva, grabbed the broken knife with both hands, and said to Wu Shifeng behind him:

"Although you are a traitor, you are also a non-city person. I want to see you die under the ravine, but this will really come, but I can't do it.

You deserve to die!

But you shouldn't die here, keep a breath, I'll take you out!"

As soon as the words were finished, a few ghost soldiers rushed out around them. They smelled Wu Shifeng's death breath and couldn't wait to share his soul.

"Get out!"

Lang Mutou roared, and broke his knife in his hand and danced a night battle in all directions, killing the ghost soldiers. He took a look at the chaotic battle situation behind him. He was also a member of Lao Yu's battle formation.

He knew that there was no way to save this situation.

"Walk."

Lang Mutou pulled up a downed Tiance cavalry beside him, supported him, and broke through the battlefield.

Li Baoguo seemed to have issued an order to break through, and many cavalrymen began to run outwards. The shouts of the ghost soldiers became more and more irritable, as if they smelled the smell of failure and victory.

They seemed to know that no one could stop them from preying on this land, and they could feast on them.

Crash, kill.

Delicious blood food, right in front!

"Bang"

Just as Lang Mutou and his group broke through the chaotic battlefield, a harsh explosion surging from the sky, the entire chaotic battlefield was quieted by the explosion that penetrated the mind.

It was like in a noisy meeting, someone beat the gong hard and suppressed all the noise.

Lang Mutou and the people around him looked up.

The sky is cracked.

The dancing tornado penetrated straight into the clouds, making the black clouds that were swaying open by a sharp weapon.

A ray of sunshine shines down from the sky.

There seems to be something else in the sunshine.

A flying star shining with cold light.

A silver dragon falling from the sky.

A ray of cold light that cuts the world.

No.

no.

A gun.

"boom"

The earth shook in the next moment, like a meteor falling to the ground, and smoke and dust rose everywhere in the camp. Such natural visions also added a hint of suspicion and silence in the chaotic battlefield.

After a few breaths, a strange wind blew.

Mixed with a unique flavor.

The yin energy is so strong that the person's hair is standing up.

That was an unknown wind.

Immediately afterwards, a familiar voice that made Lang Mutou's eyes widen, rang out in the camp ahead.

"The world's number one is the best place to eliminate the grievances in the world!!! Hahaha, grandpas, we're back!"
To be continued...