I am the main soul in the Zunhun Banner

"Zhang Wanlong suffers death!"

angry.

Rage that shoots straight into the sky!

Grief, regret, unwillingness, and hatred turned into anger.

He was annoyed.

Why be afraid then.

If he had risked his life to kill Zhang Wanlong that day, then such a thing would not have happened.

He hates Zhang Wanlong, but he hates himself even more.

If he didn't pursue this matter, such a result would not have occurred.

It's a pity that there is no if in the world.

There is no regret medicine either.

If he doesn't investigate and avenge his friends, he is not Li Qingfeng.

Using people as medicine is a crime worthy of death!

It was only because he lacked the strength to resist at that time that it led to tragedy.

Li Qingfeng summoned his magic power and rushed into the central hall of the county governor's mansion.

Hundreds of black-armored soldiers stood ready.

All draw powerful crossbows.

The moment he saw Li Qingfeng, Zhang Wanlong's eyes were bloodshot and his face was ferocious.

Roaring loudly.

"kill!"

"kill him!"

Enemies are extremely jealous when they meet.

Both had reasons for killing the other.

Fire the crossbow.

Hundreds of crossbow arrows were shaped like a rain of arrows, and they were like a big net covering Li Qingfeng.

The powerful crossbow and powerful bow are the most important weapons of the country.

People who hide parts privately will be punished for treason.

Because the lethality of this thing is indeed extraordinary.

If you scratch it, it will hurt, and the injury will kill you.

A round of volleys will make even the most powerful masters in the arena fall under the bows and crossbows.

Even though Li Qingfeng is a Qi practitioner, he is only at the first level of Qi training now.

If he was hit in the body by this round of volleys, he would also die from the crossbow formation.

Li Qingfeng no longer restrained himself, and the three-foot sacred soul flag turned into Zhang Xu, and the flag was hunting.

He waved the soul-honoring flag fiercely, and the huge soul flag stood in front of Li Qingfeng.

How could a high-grade magic weapon be broken by mortal arrows?

The huge banner of the Zunhun Banner does not need to stop all the arrows, it is enough to protect the arrows shot at Li Qingfeng.

The salvo failed to accomplish anything.

The black-armored soldier was suddenly at a loss.

In their eyes, this is the method of immortals.

They are now against the immortals.

At the same time as they were desperate, their morale began to decline rapidly.

Li Qingfeng was unharmed under the protection of the soul flag. When he shook the soul flag, the red-haired evil ghost crawled out from the soul flag.

The evil spirit is over seven feet tall.

He was two or three heads taller than the strongest black-armored soldier.

His red hair was disheveled, and there were two bulges on his forehead an inch above the eyebrow bone, which looked like horns.

Blue-black muscles are tightly attached to the tall frame.

Green face, solemn expression, no fangs.

Scarlet ghost eyes looked down at everyone, and a fierce and vicious aura rushed towards their faces.

Just seeing this ferocious evil spirit scared all the black-armored soldiers to death.

The moment Tu Shanjun walked out of the Zunhun Banner, he went straight to Zhang Wanlong.

There is not much time left for him, he must defeat the enemy with one blow.

Zhang Wanlong stood up suddenly, pulled out the sword from his waist, and looked determined.

"Kill this man, he will be promoted to a noble rank, and he will be rewarded with ten thousand taels of silver!"

"I take you as my adopted son, and I will entrust you with all my family fortune."

Money moves people's hearts.

There must be a brave man under a heavy reward.

Zhang Wanlong only had an only son. Now that his only son died, he promised that his adopted son could inherit all the family business.

Hundreds of black-armored soldiers were immediately set on fire.

They were inspired again.

They formed a military formation, their armors touching each other, forming a human wall.

Tu Shanjun strode forward and swept across with one strike.

Boom.

A powerful force like a siege vehicle was thrown out and hit the military formation.

The dozen or so black-armored soldiers at the front were killed immediately.

The middle layer was suffocated by the force, spitting blood at the mouth and losing strength.

Even the black-armored soldiers at the rear were swept back a few steps by this huge force.

Sweeping away the crowd, Tushanjun's ghost claws went straight to Zhang Wanlong's head.

"Keng!"

The ebony flying sword blocked Tushanjun's attack.

As a result, Tushanjun staggered two steps and missed the opportunity.

Tu Shanjun screamed fiercely, and the fangs hidden in his mouth were exposed.

"Roar!"

Open your mouth and bite.

"Bang." He bit the young immortal master's arm.

The Taoist robe on the young immortal master's body was instantly pierced, and blood spurted out.

But it didn't bite through the bones, only the flesh and blood.

The flash of spiritual light should be the light of the spiritual talisman.

The unknown talisman blocked Tushanjun's attack.

Tu Shanjun was furious. With his strength at the fifth level of Qi training, he didn't break the opponent's arm.

The mana of the Qi Refiner itself can restrain ghosts and ghosts.

Even though he is a main soul evil ghost, he still belongs to the ghost category.

Coupled with the spiritual talisman of the Qi Refiner, it is already very good to be able to inflict damage.

Zhang Wanlong, who was protected by the young immortal master, did not have any feeling of surviving the disaster.

Just filled with suppressed hatred.

He is not afraid of death.

Even when faced with vicious ghosts, he was not afraid.

There was nothing in the world worth fearing.

Although angry, Zhang Wanlong was not carried away.

To capture the thief, capture the king first.

As long as the man in black is killed, the evil ghost will disappear.

Zhang Wanlong once again commanded his soldiers to attack Li Qingfeng.

The young immortal master's right arm was trembling, hanging down at his side, and blood was flowing down his arm on the ground.

He was pale but unyielding, holding a sword in his left hand in front of him.

The young man was very glad that he had a life-saving talisman.

But the shock in my heart was beyond words.

The last time we met, the evil ghost was defeated by his sword and disappeared. Unexpectedly, when we met again, it would be able to get past the magic talisman and hurt him.

The five-party golden light talisman can withstand a full blow from a monk in the middle stage of Qi training.

Very few people can break this talisman in the middle stage of Qi training. This evil ghost is really shocking.

Because of this, he couldn't let the demon cultivator leave.

Once the demon cultivator escapes into the sea of ​​people, it will be troublesome to look for it.

Letting the tiger go back to the mountains will only lead to endless troubles.

Kill the demons, today!

As long as he can drag out the magic cultivator's power, he will win.

After making up his mind, the young man bit the tip of his tongue and drew blood.

He spit it out angrily on the ebony sword.

The aura of the ebony sword was revealed.

"Evil devil, suffer death."

Tu Shanjun also showed his true fire. He must quickly deal with this young immortal master.

Otherwise, once Li Qingfeng's mana is exhausted, they will be lambs to be slaughtered.

Even if you exchange injuries for injuries, you still have to fight your way out.

"Roar."

The Demonic Ape's Dingyi Fist and the Old Ape's Hanging Seal.

Provoked.

One person and one ghost started fighting.

The sword light and sword energy swished past.

There were small wounds on Tushanjun's body.

But at the same time, he also narrowed the distance between him and the young people.

"Five Spirit Sword Qi."

Holding a sword with one arm means he neglects defense after all.

Tu Shanjun slapped the young immortal master on the chest with the Old Ape Hanging Seal against the sword energy.

The young man gritted his teeth, but blood still spit out. The golden light on his body shone like a layer of gold powder.

The young immortal master's blood splashed on him, making a sizzling sound.

Tu Shanjun also felt uncomfortable. He was hit by the sword energy and the scarlet ghost lost one of his eyes.

Black blood flowed down the corners of his eyes.

This actually inspired Tushanjun's ferocity.

Dive down, get close again.

The arms exploded like worshiping the top corners of the moon.

"boom."

It hit the Immortal Master's chin and knocked the young Immortal Master away.

"The mana is disappearing."

Before Tu Shanjun could take advantage of the victory and pursue the attack, he felt that his body's magic power was no longer sufficient.

Looking back, Li Qingfeng was surrounded by black-armored soldiers, struggling to hold on.

Li Qingfeng had more wounds on his body, but he remained silent and had no intention of calling Tu Shanjun back.

Tushanjun rushed into the military formation.

Just like a tiger entering a flock of sheep, soldiers will die in the blink of an eye.

Protect Li Qingfeng at his waist.

The left arm blocks all attacks, while the right arm continues to kill.

By this time, the young immortal master had regained his composure, and Zhang Wanlong behind him was intact.

Blood gushed out from the wounds on Li Qingfeng's body, and his vision was blurred.

"Why!"

he asked sharply.

"Why did you help him?"

"Zhang Wanlong used people as medicine to repair his son's fundamental injuries."

"Why do you want to protect him when he behaves like this?"

The shrill voice made the young immortal master stop.

He suddenly looked back at Zhang Wanlong, whose eyes were blood red.

He pursed his lips and said nothing.

a long time.

The young man's twinkling eyes became firm again and he said, "I only want to guard Bafang City."

Li Qingfeng's remaining consciousness is running low and he will fall into coma at any time.

Even so, he still clutched the spirit stone and used all his magic power to support the soul flag.

Tu Shanjun held Li Qingfeng between his arms and tilted his head slightly.

Only one ghost eye remains.

The one-eyed ghost kills fiercely and solemnly, like a wounded ferocious beast.

Silently, he jumped up and disappeared into the vast night.