Underworld Ghost Soldiers, Sign In The Book Of Life And Death At The Beginning

The foot turns, the Killing intent fills.

Hearing only a tiger roar, a majestic figure suddenly rushed into the big formation.

The broad sword danced with brilliance, and ran over the enemy soldiers like a knife wheel. The blood was raining all over the sky, and the stumps of limbs flew horizontally. The battlefield suddenly became Shura's killing field.

The field was filled with crazy killing intent, and even the horses in the distance stepped on the ground uncomfortably, snoring and snoring, struggling to get rid of the reins.

The three self-reliant and brave generals yelled and rushed up to meet the man. They were divided into three ways and launched an offensive at the same time. The knife light flashed, two steel knives had already cut his arm, and blood was splashed. ; And the knife in the middle pierced his throat even more swiftly.

There was no pain on the man's face. Just as the short knife that pierced the throat approached, his arms suddenly exerted force, and the two short knives that pierced into the arm were suddenly clamped by the muscles, and he couldn't break free for a while.

Immediately afterwards, he spread his five fingers and halberds, dragged his arms, clasped the right hand of the left and right people with the knife, and shouted, the two people were actually picked up by this strange force, and hit a pile in mid-air. The general on the upper middle road, the three of them suddenly fractured and screamed.

Jiang Ziya, who was watching the game from a distance, was stunned.

Regardless of forcing the sharp pain of the knife in his arms, a man who can easily dance more than a hundred catties with a single wave of his hand, what kind of power is this.

What surprised the enemy even more was his next action. After colliding the three of them, he unexpectedly squatted, his arms protruding out again, clasping the throats of the two left and right, and slammed into the ground hard. With two muffled bangs, the skulls of the two men suddenly shattered, and their deaths were terrible.

He raised his head and let out a long, earth-shattering howl.

Di Xin!

Di Xin actually played in person!

Wu Wenhua turned his head and looked around. He couldn't help but choked his throat. After a long while, he shouted, "Lord, go quickly--"

Jiang Ziya, who finally reacted, couldn't help being overjoyed and shouted: "The whole army shrinks, don't let Di Xin!"

The left and right wing army slammed upside down, but a stream of light flew up. Zhiqiu Yiye was holding a long sword and swept across it with his backhand. Sword Ray was like snow, and the dozen or so enemies who rushed the fastest suddenly knocked down and died.

Fu Yuechi followed Zhiqiu Yiye into the formation. Her skill was slightly weaker. Although the speed was greatly restricted by the Killing intent of the formation, it was more than enough to deal with ordinary soldiers.

The couple was able to block the left-wing army, and another 500-man cavalry rushed down the mountain road to stop the right-wing army. Despite the axe and the knife, the cavalry of only five hundred men, facing the thousands of right-wing troops blessed by the formation, did not retreat!

Di Xin stepped up and rushed faster and faster. A blood-red figure wandered through the crowd wantonly. The armor was flat, and the blood was raining like a tide. No one could be the edge. However, the enemy's attack seemed to have no effect on him. More than a dozen long knives slashed heavily on him, but only a shallow mark was left.

What a terrible killing! Even the bravest fighters dare not stop in front of Di Xin. In just a few breaths, Di Xin has rushed to Wu Wenhua’s side, holding a knife in his right hand to block the parry, and his left hand picking up Wu Wenhua’s grossness. With an astonishing arm, he turned his head and shouted, "General Wu, withdraw to the mountain first, and then make plans!"

With tears in the eyes of Wu Wenhua, his feet moved with difficulty, followed behind Di Xin, dragging the rake and striding away.

Jiang Ziya saw it really, lest Di Xin would really save Wu Culture like this, and immediately shouted: "General Long, stop Di Xin—"

The Dali General who had taken Wu Culture's move hesitated for a moment, and was about to chase after him. Jiang Ziya suddenly woke up and shouted, "Stop!"

If it was normal, Jiang Ziya would naturally not care about a reckless man like Di Xin, but he clearly remembered that if a counselor like Bi Gan was on his side, how could Di Xin personally take the risk?

He hurriedly looked up, the divine light in his eyes opened and closed, and in an instant he penetrated the fog and saw the scene in the small pavilion on the mountain road.

With Fu Tianchou's support, Bi Gan stroked his right hand laboriously in the air, using the blood on his fingers to write ancient runes. The words just formed, they fluttered up and down, exuding bright light, like a living thing.

"Withdraw! Quickly withdraw!" Jiang Ziya suddenly broke out in a cold sweat.

He couldn't understand the rune drawn by Bigan, but the dignified Wenqu Xingjun, the formation spurred by his own Blood Essence, is he good at it? It might be a great formation, once the formation is launched, the sky will collapse and the ground will be broken, with heavy casualties!

Jiang Ziya is also a great master of warfare, and Wenzhi martial arts are all top-notch figures. Comparing heart to heart, without complete assurance, how dare he let his lord take the risk?

"All retreat!" Jiang Ziya shouted loudly. Under his command, the formation slowly retreated. Taking this opportunity, Di Xin pulled Wu Wenhua just for a dash, and immediately rushed out of the encirclement and returned to the foot of the mountain.

In just a moment, the five hundred fine riders had been killed and injured more than half, and the battle was changed from the beginning to the end, Zhiqiu Yiye and Fu Yuechi pressed their feet and slowly withdrew from the battlefield.

Yuan Ziyu was not clear, so he took the horse to greet him and asked: "The father clearly has the advantage, why is it withdrawing troops at this time?"

"I don't know!" Jiang Ziya raised his head, squinted his eyes to look at Bigan in the mountainside, and said worriedly, "I always have a great anxiety in my heart, but I don't know where it came from..."

"Could it be that Bigan is about to launch some rare strange formation?"

"Or is it……"

The more he thought about it, the more he felt that something was wrong. He took out the tortoise shell from his arms, prayed to the sky, and then found out the hexagram. He just glanced at it and said in a deep voice: "Master, we can't stay here anymore, let's retreat!"

"Withdraw? How to withdraw?" Yuan Ziyu asked in surprise.

"If there is a strong enemy coming to help, it will be too late if you don't leave!"

Jiang Ziya quickly explained a few words, then shouted loudly, ordered the generals of the various ministries to form a team, and withdrew from all directions.

Di Xin returned to the mountainside with Wu Culture, both of them were soaked in blood, and their wounds were horrifying. Di Xin gasped heavily, and said with a smile: "Finally, I rescued you as a rammer——"

Wu Wenhua was silent for a moment, and said in a low voice: "Your Majesty has committed a risk with his body, it is too...too..."

He was naturally clumsy with words, but at this time he couldn't speak anymore. He just knelt down like a jade pillar pushing a golden mountain and knocking his head a few times.

Fu Tianchou watched the enemy's every move down the mountain and said with joy, "President Zhonglie, the enemy has retreated!"

Bigan's breath became weaker and weaker, his body swayed, but his fingers were still stubbornly stroked, and he smiled strongly, "Today...today, we definitely can't let Jiang Ziya... escape..."

"The enemy has retreated!" Zhiqiu Yiye flew up, grabbed Bigan's arm, and shook his head painfully, "Duke Zhonglie, stop writing!"

When he rabbied, Bigan fell and fell, and was shocked to learn that Qiu Yiye hurriedly hugged him.

"It's a pity... It's a pity..." Bigan was still struggling to raise his arm, "It's just...the success has failed, how will the Lord deal with it in the future..."

The sky suddenly became purple, Jiang Ziya's complexion changed drastically, grabbed Yuan Ziyu, sprinkled a handful of dust out of thin air, and escaped without a trace through the earth.

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