Since Zhao Lian witnessed the drastic changes in Dongyingkou, he fell into a state of confusion.

This confusion can be understood as seeing 70,000 people defeated in an instant, as a military tycoon, the collapse of the cognition of the genius.

It can also be explained with another way of thinking, that is, self-blame.

The winners and losers of war are what warriors must consider.

But in addition, with Zhao Lian's strategy of leading troops, he could accept the defeat of 70,000 people, but could not accept the unknown loss of 70,000 people.

In particular, he personally brought these 70,000 people into the battlefield in Dongyingkou.

Although he had already made up his mind to consume the hundreds of war troops when he was siege in Yanjing, and he had known the truth that Ci was not in charge of the troops for a long time, this kind of "sacrifice" was not what he wanted to see now.

Seventy thousand people were obviously sacrificed as bait.

Before this battle, he did not notice any strange phenomena. Not only did he destroy 70,000 creatures with his own hands, but he also started this round of supernatural disaster that would definitely defeat Qilu.

If Qi Lu really perished because of this, then he would be an eternal sinner.

This kind of thought impacted Zhao Lian's mind, causing him to suffer a lot, and at the same time, he had lost his ability to think. The successive failures made the veteran feel as if all these things had been arranged.

He fell into the game and thought he could manipulate everything, but he couldn't. He was like a drowning person, suffocating in the waves of tides.

Just like a randomly manipulated toy, how sad?

"Bang"

A horse in front of him was hit by a huge force and smashed into Zhao Lian. The horse's neck was torn apart and disappeared in an instant. Even the knight behind the horse was crushed under the corpse.

The blood splashed, causing Weihou's war horse to neigh and stopped in place. Under the dim skylight, the captain Wen and a group of personal soldiers beside him shouted and rushed forward, and several ghost martial swords blocking the road ahead were facing each other. The fastest update is mobile::

But there were more Japanese people who rushed out of their hiding place. They seemed to have been ambushing here for a long time, and they had known that the Southern Army would be defeated, so they were waiting for their prey to fall into the abyss.

"General seeks it!"

Two strange warriors wearing night clothes and waving hooks and sickles appeared in the smoke, laughing wildly, shouting, and killing Zhao Lian with a confused look on the war horse.

The two of them pinched ninjutsu in their hands, and a fire dragon roared, repelling the personal soldiers guarding Zhao Lian, and a shuriken shot from the sky, trying to kill Zhao Lian under the horse.

This old man can command 70,000 to 80,000 people. In Japan, he is already a noble man of Daming. His head must be very valuable.

If you can offer it to the immortal, you will definitely get great benefits.

The horrifying murderous intent was like a basin of cold water poured on Weihou's mind. Facing the life-seeking sickle that came together, the old man did not meet the old man's agility, he climbed over the horse's back for half a circle and barely avoided the blade.

He slid into the ground, picked his toes, and a bloody spear fell into his hand.

"Thief! Death!"

The old man roared, and the spear in his hand danced, bringing a little cold light, tearing and attacking the fire dragon. As the fire light burst, the ninja in front could not dodge, so he was pierced by the gun blade, piercing his heart and falling into the ground.

The ninja behind was shocked.

This weak-looking old man has such force?

He immediately pulled back, but a spear stabbed from behind, and the siege of his personal soldiers instantly stabbed him into a sieve.

"Don't panic, I'm here!"

Zhao Lian, who had killed someone, felt depressed and turned into a rage. He took the gun and took two steps forward, and the gun came out like a dragon, forcing the two ghost weapons besieging Captain Wen to retreat.

The old man is indeed not a martial arts master, but his military skills are definitely not weak.

"It was me who brought you and others into danger."

Weihou held a gun and protected the captain Wen, who had broken his legs. His long beard swung, coughed a few times, and said:

"I can't save 70,000 Erlangs. Today I will take you out alive. Don't be afraid of these evil spirits and ghosts, and fight with me again!"

Zhao Lian roared angrily, and hundreds of soldiers behind him responded.

He stepped forward and slashed and killed the Japanese in a few breaths, but the ghost martial arts were not easy to deal with. These semi-ghost warriors were quick to move, extremely powerful, and all kinds of weirdness.

They gathered together and fought with Zhao Lian. The old man had the intention to kill the thief, but he was no longer in full swing. He killed a half-ghost head but was forced into a desperate situation.

Seeing the swords surrounding him, Zhao Lian's eyes seemed to be covered with a layer of haze.

It's really old.

If you want to save someone, you can't save him.

"Ao"

With a strange cry, a black shadow appeared above the battle formation, like lightning, and his claws were buckled tightly, and they were abandoned in the blood. There were two bloody eyeballs on the steel claws.

The spirit eagle raided for a moment, and Guiwu covered his face and wailed loudly, which was very harsh.

At the same time, a strange red light rose from behind Weihou. Wherever the red light came, whether it was Guiwu or Nanjun, everyone had a sea of ​​blood tumbling in front of them, and the illusion of the extinction of all spirits suddenly arise.

In just a breath, the illusion of the sea of ​​blood was shattered.

Weihou turned around and looked forward, and saw the thin young man inserting the bloodthirsty magic knife back into the scabbard behind him.

At his feet, the seven or eight ghost martial artists and other Japanese people had turned into dry bones, and their blood was absorbed completely. With the most painful way of dying in the world, they could not die with their eyes open.

"Ao"

Jinghong, who had recovered from the wound, also flapped his wings and landed on the shoulders of the thin young man.

Crested Eagles hold grudges.

Its eyes stared at Zhao Lian tightly, as if the next moment, it was about to blind the old man's eyes to make up for the damage he suffered when delivering the letter.

"You are very awesome."

After Yu Wuming looked around and found that there were no Japanese hiding, he stood among the corpses, stretched out his fingers, smiled, and gestured to Zhao Lian with a thumbs up.

It seemed really surprising that this old man had this martial arts under his stellar appearance.

But this gesture fell in Zhao Lian's eyes, but it was like a mockery.

He shouted: :(/

"Little bastard, why didn't you take action just now? Also, Zhang Chu sent you to protect me. Could it be that he had known that the thief of Penglai had set up a trap?"

"I will only protect you."

You Wuming pointed at Zhao Lian and said:

"Others, no matter how alive you are, Brother Zhang Chu, I don't know. If you want to, just ask yourself."

His answer made Wei Hou angry.

But Zhao Lian also knew that this kind of Liu Wuming's personality was just like this, so he couldn't ask him.

He turned around and helped Captain Wen up, and then watched around him. There were only a few miles away from the bandit suppression camp. The army did not cultivate its fighting spirit and was not affected.

There are also tens of thousands of elite border soldiers near the plains.

This battle can still be fought!

I can't admit defeat yet.

Thinking of this, Wei Hou had made a decision in his heart, and he said to You Wuming:

"Those demons and ghosts are chasing, can you fight?"

"OK."

You Wuming nodded and said with a grin:

"They make me feel uncomfortable, okay, kill."

"What a good kid, come with me!"

Weihou didn't care about the difference between the Southern and Northern Kingdoms at this time. He called You Wuming, turned over and rushed to the bandit suppression camp with the remaining soldiers.

Ten miles behind them, the evil ghosts who were chasing were already turning into a killing army, led by warriors and Onmyoji everywhere.

If you can't stop them under Zibo City.

Then the millions of creatures in Qilu are really finished.

The formation of all spirits has not only influenced by the hundreds of war troops in the southern country.

There are also those who come with the army, distributed around the military formation, waiting for opportunities to move. When the evil formation is activated, they are also included in the range of the All Spirit Array.

The scene that happened to Bai Zhanjun also happened to them.

"Stand up! Lao Wang, hold on."

The bearded Yang Fu was carrying a thin man behind his back. He tied his friend who had been with him for more than ten years behind him with a rope, holding sharp blades on his left and right hands, and was quickly breaking out in the opposite direction to Dongying Remnant City.

Behind Yang Fu, there were a group of gangsters who could barely keep up, but after a few breaths, some people couldn't stand it and left behind.

This is a desperate journey.

Because Yang Fu, who led them, didn't know where to go.

The evil formation has opened, and the evil energy has rushed for more than 500 miles. Within this radius of 500 miles, each city is a node to each other, supporting the formation of all spirits. As long as you are in it, you will suffer the pain of the spiritual formation grabbing every minute and every second.

However, the closer you get to the Dongying Remnant City where the formation eye is, the stronger the force you grab. The further away you are, the weaker the force, and the longer you can hold on.

Unfortunately, not everyone has Yang Fu's pure skills, which can block the evil formation and remain as motionless as a mountain.
To be continued...