Chapter 922

"What? The rosefinch army is also in the hands of the Yang family? What shall we do?"

"Now we are caught between the two Imperial Ace armies. There is no chance of winning."

"Lord, let's surrender!"

……

Chattering, the staff in the car immediately became a mess when they heard the news.

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A cold flash flashed. A counselor who had just announced that he was going to surrender flew directly into the air, and his blood spilled all over the ground like a fountain.

When the rest of the people saw this, they all trembled and dared not speak any more.

Murong Yinfeng held a sharp long sword in his hand. His eyes were cold and said, "who dares to say another word, there is no amnesty."

"Lord, why? The Murong family is gone. You should comply with the will of heaven, or you will die." he shook the feather fan gently, and Zhuge shisan couldn't help laughing.

Murong Yinfeng glared at him fiercely. His fists couldn't stop tight. He shouted, "I'd rather die than surrender. Come and kill these two traitors."

Boom!

With a loud noise, the luxurious carriage burst, and nine black shadows rushed to Zhuge 13 and Sikong Lengguang like nine evil spirits, with a strong sense of killing.

Si Kong's cold light eyes shook, his palms came out together, and countless ice needles suddenly shot out.

Those shadows turned into black whirlpools, sucked all the ice needles in and dissipated without a trace, but when they wanted to rush forward again, they suddenly shook and quickly retreated back.

Then, the black smoke dissipated, revealing the shadow of the nine Taoist people. Although the eyes were ferocious, the body could not stop swinging and murmured, "the ice needle of the energy addition of the prefecture level water system?"

"You are the famous black cliff nine ghosts in the underworld. Indeed, you deserve your reputation. Together, the nine people can turn any of the opponent's skills into a trace. Unfortunately, the war skills can be changed, but the energy can't be changed."

The beard moved slightly, and the Sikong Lengguang smiled infrequently: "if I hadn't refined the energy of this prefecture level water system, I'm afraid you would have taken your head off today. Lord, it's amazing that you hid such an expert around you. I almost capsized in the gutter, ha ha."

"It's you, old man. When did you become so strong?"

Come on!

Murong Yinfeng was unwilling to clench his fist and his eyes were full of fire.

Sikong Lengguang grinned: "Lord, I told you earlier that you can't give me what master Yang can give me."

Oh!

My heart was stuffy, Murong was so angry that his lungs were going to explode.

The black cliff nine ghosts immediately approached him and shouted, "Lord, we can't do anything about this old guy. Let me escort you back first."

"Lord, the enemy is coming... HMM..."

At this time, a wail came, and a herald immediately fell in front of the crowd with blood spitting from his mouth. His back was dripping with blood. It looked like he had been cut dozens of knives.

And the cries of killing around are getting closer and closer.

"Defeat the white tiger army and catch Murong Yinfeng alive; defeat the white tiger army and catch Murong Yinfeng alive..."

The cry of heaven and earth resounded in everyone's ears, frightening the staff all over their bodies and almost peed.

At this time, everyone could see that the white tiger army was defeated like a mountain, and the Murong family was finished.

"Lord, let me escort you away."

The black cliff nine ghosts asked for instructions again. Murong Yinfeng didn't reply, but his face was as dark as ice.

Whoosh!

At this time, there were sounds breaking through the air. In the blink of an eye, Mo Shaoqiu, poison king and patron king had rushed into the protective circle behind the white tiger army, came around Murong Yinfeng and looked at him with a sneer.

Dugu zhantian also killed people from the other side, completely broke through the rear of the white tiger army, surrounded Murong Yinfeng, and shouted: "Murong Yinfeng, hold your hands and catch it quickly, you have lost."

"Be caught without a hand?"

As soon as he raised his eyebrows, Murong Yinfeng looked around and smiled disdainfully: "As a Northwest general, the West King of our town has made great contributions to the Fenglei empire. Even the emperor wants to give three points to me when he sees me. I can't imagine that he was lost to a country man today. Hahaha... It's ridiculous. My 300 year old aristocrat of Murong family can't compare with a hairy boy. God's will..."

"All right, don't sigh. If you become a king and defeat an enemy, you should kneel down and beg for mercy."

At this time, Dugu Hai waved impatiently and taunted.

Murong Yinfeng glanced at him and shook his head with a smile: "it's true to become a king and defeat an enemy, but I'm unwilling to do it. I've worked hard and killed the enemy on the battlefield for decades. There's never a third way. Do you want me to surrender? Or to a suckling boy? It's not that easy. I'd rather die than surrender."

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As soon as the voice fell, Murong Yinfeng directly lifted his sword to his neck and splashed blood three feet.

Then, but with a plop, Murong Yinfeng's body fell straight down, but the two eyes were still staring, full of unwilling color.

"Lord!"

Seeing this, the staff fell to their knees and wept bitterly.

Dugu zhantian and the patron king looked at each other and sighed: "after all, Murong Yinfeng is also an iron soldier. Bury him. As for the prisoners of the white tiger army, break up the detention on the spot and wait for Marshal Yang and his majesty. The Murong family fight into the prison and wait for the emperor!"

Then the rosefinch army and the Kirin army began to clean up the battlefield.

In this war, they won a complete victory and calmed the Western rebellion in the shortest time and at the least cost. Then they will immediately rush to the eastern and Northern battlefields to calm the Qinglong and Xuanwu rebels.

At the same time, on the nine days, black air hovered in the sky, and finally slowly condensed into a human virtual shadow, which is undoubtedly Murong Yin wind.

Murong Yinfeng looked at the surrounding clouds and then looked at his illusory body. He couldn't help but wonder, "what's the matter? I've killed myself. How can I..."

"Yes, you committed suicide, but I see your resentment, so before you rush to reincarnation, I'll give you another chance to fulfill your last wish, Jie!"

Shua!

A black hole suddenly appeared in front of Murong Yin Feng and attached a contract saying: "as long as you print your soul mark on this contract and sell your soul to this Buddha, this Buddha will realize any of your wishes."

"What, soul?"

With a shush in his eyes, Murong Yinfeng gave him a deep look: "who are you? What do you want my soul to do?"

"I'm not a human being. I want your soul. It's for my own use. You don't have to worry. Just know that I have the ability to realize any of your wishes. Press the handprint quickly, come on."

"What are you doing in such a hurry? There must be a ghost."

Murong Yinfeng looked at the contract for a while and murmured, "according to the provisions of the divine soul management treaty, the contract for the sale and purchase of souls requires the consensus of both parties before it can take effect. The seller of souls must read these regulations in detail and understand the importance of souls before trading. First..."