The soldiers were very tired and filled with fear. After all, they were fighting ghosts, which was much more terrifying than a hero in the Green Forest.

But the more this happens, the more determined they are to resist.

The ghost army in front of us will not accept and subdue it. They will only subdue everything and turn the creatures into one of them. If you don’t want to die or turn into ghosts, you have only one choice.

"Defeat them! Kill them all!"

Wu Shifeng's hoarse shout echoed in front of the battle formation. The ghost scholar held a big knife in his hand, stood among the crowd, shouting:

"This is the only way for us to live! Don't think about it, just fight to the death!"

No one responded.

Everyone was very tired, but everyone held the swords and guns in their hands tightly, and a shared hatred of the enemy that was not necessary to be clearly stated in words spread out on the earth under the dark sky.

"I have killed more than 170 ghost martial artists."

On the flank of the bandit suppression army, Zhang Xiaohu, wearing boxing gloves, sat on a big blood-stained stone with a golden sword. Behind him were a group of black-clothed boxers, all of whom were elites from the Heluo Gang.

He stared at the ghost rolling in front of him and shouted to his brother not far away:

"Xiao Sheng, don't lose to me, you can't stand it in terms of face."

"Pooh."

Yi Sheng used his tattered sleeves to wipe his poisonous dragon sword. He was also surrounded by everyone. Faced with Zhang Xiaohu's provocation, he responded loudly:

"Brothers, tell Zhang Xiaohu, how many elders have killed?"

"Two hundred! Two hundred!"

"Bad! Elder Sheng has killed more than three hundred times."

A group of black-clothed boxers responded indiscriminately, and these Heluo warriors seemed to have inherited the heroic spirit of the right and wrong villages that regard life and death as nothing. When they fought hard in front of them, they had no cowardice in their hearts.

Things like momentum are hard to explain or understand.

But it is like a wildfire, and once it appears, it is not so easy to be extinguished.

"Sometimes I really envy them."

On the other side of the battle formation, Xiao Lingsu, the eldest disciple of the Jade Palace holding a sword, said to his junior brothers and sisters beside him while eating berries:

"Everything is good in our Jade Palace, but there are too many rules and regulations, and occasionally I feel that I cannot be free."

"But we are better than the Heluo Gang people."

A tall junior brother said unconvincedly:

"The senior brother fought three bravely today and killed no less than five hundred ghosts. When today's battle ends, the senior brother's name, the ghost master, will inevitably spread all over the world.

What are Lu Guizang and what are Dongfang Ce? They are all names obtained by killing evil people. How could the senior brother kill ghosts and evil?”

"Haha, my junior brother just knows how to talk, I like to listen."

Xiao Lingsu laughed, and the five short-bodied disciples threw out the fruit core in their hands. With the sound of explosions, they mixed with spiritual energy and destroyed a ghost that was sneakily touched.

He said with ease:

"The war is about to begin. Junior brother might as well say more nice things, so that we can also make the warriors of the Jade Emperor Palace feel more excited, and regain their strength to kill demons and protect all living beings in the world."

"Ha ha ha ha"

These words caused a group of warriors in the Jade Emperor Palace to laugh, their nervousness before the war, and their haze was dispelled.

In front of us, the ghost soldiers rolling in were all hideous and cruel, wrapped in the dark wind, rushing straight into the sky, causing the dark clouds in the sky to surging. The Japanese warriors riding horses were led by the center, like ghost soldiers in the yellow spring, sweeping over.

And what they face was a red-armored cavalry attacking like a sharp arrow.

No one shouted, no one spoke, but just rushed into the formation silently, like a silent stone hitting the tide.

indestructible!

"kill!"

Li Baoguo held a spear in his hand, and his magic weapon activated it, causing several feet of spear light to be raised on the blade, swept across the front, destroying all kinds of ghosts, and the low sound of killing rolled like thunder.

He was the first to break into the black tide before his eyes.

Then thousands of red-armored cavalrymen collided with each other. The tumultuous black tide that drowned everything seemed to hit the dam and was blocked tightly. Not only did they not have enough time to advance, but they were rushed to the formation by the warriors and tore open like a sharp knife.

The Heluo Warriors in the rear also followed Zhang Xiaohu and Yi Sheng, and were like the brave tiger out of the cage and smashed the ghost soldiers on the side.

Pooh!

I’m not afraid of being brave and living, but I’m afraid of you a group of dead people?

"It's time for us to go."

Seeing the enemy ahead, the bandit suppression army, which was the middle formation, also launched a charge. Xiao Lingsu and a hero from the world also moved their bodies and stood up, and the magical martial arts were stimulated.

As the ground was broken, these Jade Emperor Palace warriors were wrapped in strong winds, rushing up from the spot, like meteors smashing down, and smashing into the ghost soldiers formation with howling winds.

They won't lose, at least today, not!

"boom"

As soon as the frontline battle began, there was a vision of exile.

A loud bang came from behind the camp, which caused the ghost scholar Yu Zhan to turn around immediately. The next moment, he saw that he had originally used the mysterious Taoist technique to form the Six Ding and Six Jia Formation to protect the camp and block the faint halo of the ghosts.

Like a candle in the wind, it will quickly go out.

"not good!"

The face of the ghost scholar changed drastically under the mask.

The ghosts surrounded the camp and attacked the camp. If the camp was occupied, the morale accumulated after three hard battles would inevitably collapse.

Once the morale of the army is lost, the battle will be in danger.

"Little Iron!"

He turned his head and raised the Black King of War Horses beside him, and Xiao Tie, who was about to fight, shouted loudly:

"Change in the camp, go quickly!"

Xiao Tie also knew the situation was dangerous, so he immediately turned the army and rushed into the camp. When the horses took a step, they were called by Wu Shifeng again.

"If you can't save yourself, you will protect yourself and take Fan Qingqing and others away."

The ghost scholar whispered.

“No need.”

The black-armored swordsman carried Juque and rushed to the camp alone. He said in a low tone:

"Brother hasn't come yet, we haven't lost yet."
Chapter completed!