The seven tragic corpses occupy the wind but retreat as if frightened.
While the army of government soldiers was completely submerged by the army of fierce corpses, and the gas kept converging …
Chapter one hundred and thirty-nine miscalculation life fiercely alive
"Ho ho …"
The vicissitude and sadness of the fierce corpse are getting louder and louder.
Maybe he was a general in battle.
Maybe he once made a name for himself.
But now it’s an evil thing with only the remains of a dead soul.
The rising and turning curse of the killing altar has made it restless.
Ding! Ding! Ding!
Huge roar and tremor Xuan Chen dragged the white flying sword to harass constantly.
There are shallow marks on the bronze cast body of the seven murderers’ sad corpse. Although it is not fatal, it also makes the law draw a bow.
"Ho ho …"
Another hoarse, desolate, sad roar
Knock, knock, knock …
The seven tragic corpses strode straight at the altar with flying swords.
At the same time, there was a commotion on the battlefield.
All ghosts and Yin soldiers, including those attacking the government, flocked to the killing altar like a flood.
"retreat!"
Wang Xuan decided to command the army to move away.
Qiang Qiang!
A white sword light fell from the sky with murderous look.
Is XuanChen moves obviously don’t want to let them get away.
However, Wang Xuan has long been on guard against the fact that the Lord will hunt and fly, and the blood will roll like a cloud to slow down the speed of flying swords, while the pike will explode and cover the flying swords.
Yang Laotou, the treasure-suppressing man, also took out his sheepskin pocket with his eyes off.
"wishful thinking!"
In the killing altar in the distance, Xuanchen’s face turned black and put away his flying sword.
He ignored the government troops and looked at Mrs. White with a solemn face.
At this time, the battlefield ghosts tore at the outer armor resin, and the resistance was almost instantly submerged. The anger of the corpse gas gathered in the evocation coffin and it was dyed into a strange black ink.
Mrs. Bai, on the other hand, looks like a madman, constantly reciting the mantra, staring at the seven tragic corpses with her eyes glued to her eyes, and her mouth is full of vague tears.
"It’s the ancient witch teaching method …"
Xuanchen heart suddenly speculation.
At this time, the seven tragic corpses have also rushed to the periphery. First, they crashed into the ghosts along the way, and then they jumped up and pulled the bow and arrow.
Qiang Qiang!
Flying sword with dragons broke out and knocked the huge figure of the seven deadly sad corpses out of balance and fell heavily.
Xuanchen frowned. "Isn’t Mrs. White okay?"
Mrs. Bai’s bun was disheveled and her face showed ferocious fangs. "Almost … do it quickly!"
Xuanchen nodded slightly and suddenly turned around and slapped.
Poof!
Hou Xiaoyun’s broken head quickly shriveled up and his whole body was wrapped in bitter thoughts and flew to the evocation.
Xuanchen looked indifferent. "When I don’t know your mind, I won’t miss the opportunity."
He dared to put Hou Xiaoyun around him, but now the battlefield is dangerous and can clear the hidden dangers first and contribute to killing the altar by the way.
But after this incident, it’s hard to risk sneaking back to Taiyin Gate to catch another one.
Hou Xiaoyun had no chance from the beginning.
No matter how strong it is to refine the gods and monsters, the real fear of the mortal body is their profound skills and the experience of killing for a hundred years