Those 'corpses' moved.

In an instant, a torch suddenly lit up around, and the stalks of the forest were shaking. The figures in the dark jumped down from the trees like rain in the faint light of the torch, or drilled out of the grass. A blade also cut out from the corpse on the ground, and the people close to the front were forced to retreat.

In an instant, an invisible net became tangible. On the hillside, a group of people walked out in clusters, pointing to the following categories and said, "In the past half a month, I have killed dozens or hundreds of heroes from the north. What else do you have to say now?"

"There is nothing to say." Zhuo Wanli, the 'Yellow Banner God', also drew a sword in his other hand. "It's just a fight, so that you, the northern grassland, can listen. Grandpas are the twelve gods of Jiangnan under the command of the Ming Cult."

There is nothing to say now. The faint killing aura between the two groups of people is gradually increasing. In the end, when a huge man with a height rose from the ground in the green forest in the north, the weapons of both sides unconsciously raised, and then the giant roared: "Kill the Ming Cult--"

The thick legs suddenly exerted force and rushed down the hillside again. The figure was like a galloping carriage, colliding with the people there in the dark forest. The huge fist hit the red punches of the other person in front of the opposite side. I didn't know who the other party was, but I just smashed it hard.

The flesh and blood fist is amazing, and there is no pain when it hits the opponent's weapons. The opponent has no power to fight back. Before the few people on the side can react, they are affected by the other party's arms swing and are directly blown away. Under the firelight, the person who can occasionally see the passive response clearly is the "Leopard Tail God" and Tong.

Every time the other party punched his long axe, the tiger's mouth was numb, and his footsteps were tumbling backwards, and he directly asked the big man to break into the crowds of people in Jiangnan.

The number of people in the Beidi Green Forest was already the best, with thousands of people. The moment the "Shanslim Warrior" Che Qing rushed in, the fight had already begun. The Beidi heroes, who had already been full of anger, rushed up with their respective weapons, and then dispersed the other party's team. The two groups of people suddenly started fighting in the valley.

The people on both sides are not military battle formations, and there is not so much attention. Once they are mixed together, they are fighting based on their own martial arts level. The difference between the two sides is only 100 people, but there are only five leaders in Jiangnan. One of them is missing, and the other has not yet appeared, so there are only three who are struggling to support them.

He Tong and Che Qing were entangled when they fought. Although his martial arts were not weak, they were far from each other's strength. During the melee, Zhuo Wanli, the "Yellow Banner God", played four swords and rarely encountered an opponent among the crowd. Suddenly, he saw a figure in front of him, and he curled his lips and rushed over. As soon as he met, the man used a double sword. The two of them immediately attacked with all their strength. However, after a few fights, Zhuo Wanli pulled away and hid in the crowd first. His eyes were always looking for someone.

"Bai Jinchen--"

He suddenly shouted, "I want to put it right with you, come out--"

"Just you?" A muffled groan, and then a figure cut over several people blocking the way and rushed over. The two knives quickly cut across and turned into two cold lights.

Zhuo Wanli turned around and stabbed his two swords at this time.

...

The fighting in the valley continued to spread from one place, and the bloody smell began to float in the forest. "Mr. Jinjian" Chen Qianming and Luo Qi, the head of the Chongjian Sect, watched the battle situation below and frowned: "Why don't those who disguise the Dongchang Agents yet?"

"I don't know this. Wait until I go down to help and wake up these people." Luo Qi was angry on his face, and then dived down, slashing with heavy swords, simple and cruel. A disciple of the Ming Cult of Jiangnan directly slashed over. With a loud bang, the corpse was divided into two halves and flew out horizontally.

He shouted loudly: "The disciples of the Chongjian Sect, follow me to kill the enemy!"

On the ground, those people wearing soap clothes really stood up at this moment. One of them had two farewell hooks, and the iron chains were dragged on the ground. The hazy eyes showed cruel colors, and then they were thrown out, rolled up, and the sound of shaking chains was rushing. No matter who the person they met was, the heads were all hooked.

Hundreds of soap-clothed clothes that stood up, spread out in scattered everywhere, killing everyone.

.....

Not far from the valley, the shaft of the car was crushed into the soil and made a heavy creaking sound. The dark and shiny metal body exuded a deep luster, moving, shaking, and then stopped and lined up side by side. Rows of torches behind it suddenly ignited.

At this time, surrounded by a group of people, there was only one chair. Bai Ning sat down, looked at the valley fighting in the distance, squinted his eyes slightly, and then raised his hands to the sky.

After a moment, the cold sound stirred up the mountain fog in the early morning.

"Give them ten surprises."

Immediately, ten torches were lowered and the leads were lit.

Bang—

Bang—

Bang—

...

In the dark iron mouth, huge smoke and fire popped out, the sound was like thunder, and ten unknown things dragging the tail of the flames made amazing pictures in the sky, and then flew towards the valley there.

… “What is that?”

Chen Qianming was originally surprised by the crowd of people who were fighting, why did the soap-clothed man in advance flares on the hillside not far from their right when he was slashing his butcher knife at him, and then there were huge noises like sunny and drought thunders. Then, ten fireballs dragged arcs towards their heads in the dark night.

In an instant, his hair stood up and subconsciously ran to a higher place. The person below stopped the weapon in his hand and looked up to see what was falling from the sky.

The next second, a huge thunder sounded in their ears, and the wind roared. Zhuo Wanli jumped away suddenly, and a pitch-black object hit the flames and then exploded.

boom--

A ball of blood was splashed in the air and then poured on him. The two swordsmen who were still fighting him just now seemed to be the one named Zhao Yimian, who was called "Qianshadao" and only had two feet left to pierce into the soil, and the rest had exploded and scattered.

He swallowed and glanced over there in fear.

Then, he ran away and shouted: "Retreat—"

But--at this moment, the second round of leads had already ignited.
Chapter completed!