~： Fifty-five. Disaster

The headless body crashed into the horse and raised a burst of dust.

Blood mixed with the smell of sand, with a choking blood, makes people very uncomfortable.

The black horse sitting on the saddle does not speak. The cold ice is like a stone. From the mask pulled down from the black helmet, only a pair of cold eyes are revealed. Like a machine that only kills, there is no touch of death for the partner. It seems that it was only a livestock that died.

Faced with Yang Ming's doubts, the only answer was his storm-like attack!

A touch of red light appeared on the black armor, and a black rider bent his bow and arrow, as if pulling the offensive horn.

Immediately after that, there were colorful soul lights on the remaining 30 or so black riders. The eight immortals showed their magical powers across the sea, and each exhibited their best soul skills.

There was a tremor on the ground under Yang Ming's feet, followed by a soil bag uplifted from the ground, and a triangular cone-shaped ground pierced the soil out. Yang Ming was to be worn in a string from bottom to head!

Yang Ming's eyes turned around three jades and looked at all of them in his eyes. He showed off the ghost steps, Shi Shiran avoided the thorns while avoiding the arrows shot from his head.

At this moment, the air around Yang Ming's body suddenly became extremely viscous, seeming to fall into the quagmire. There was a lot of effort between raising his hands and throwing his feet, which virtually reduced Yang Ming's speed and limited his sensitivity. Body method.

"Roar!"

A black horse leaped from the black horse, a beast-like roar was deep in his throat, and a glimpse of the beast's soul appeared in his throat. His body bones made a crackling sound like fried beans, and his forehead broke through the helmet. Restricted, a huge horn that is one meter long is raised.

This black rider came towards Yang Ming, and wanted to pierce Yang Ming's abdomen with a huge horn on his forehead!

Soul power fluctuations appeared on Yang Ming's body. A large amount of soul power converged on his legs, and his speed increased sharply, breaking the **** of the viscous air around him, and tipping his toes gently towards the ground, leaping like a dragonfly, starting from a collision The black riding head jumped over a parabola.

At the same time, Yang Ming's blade pointed down and swept down.

A Qinglian sword gas shot out, tearing the helmet of Heiqi under him, cutting his head in half, and splashing the ground with red and white.

In the midair, Yang Ming turned over a bucket and instantly fell to the ground. He immediately rolled to a donkey beside him, avoiding a heavy hammer.

Yang Ming remembered that the carp was standing upright, and he turned over from the ground. He saw a black rider holding a hammer-shaped martial arts soul and chasing himself.

At the same time, behind Yang Ming, the three black riders either held bows or crossbows, or held guns and spears, forming a two-bread folder with the black rider holding the hammer.

In addition, the control ability that made Yang Ming feel disgusted just now came down again, and the air around Yang Ming's body became very sticky again, just like being in a swamp.

While avoiding the attack by Heiqi around, Xiaowu watched the battle over Yang Ming and gave a startled voice:

"Yang Ming, will he be alright?"

Tang San's left hand pressed the organ hidden in his sleeve. Tang Men was good at machine-like hidden weapons, and with nearly a year of elaborate construction, Tang San had already hidden countless hidden weapons.

A silent xiejian burst into the air, every black shadow cut through the air, one black rider didn't pay attention, it would be caught by Tang Sanyin, and the sharp arrows would pierce the skin and penetrate deeply into the flesh, It will be difficult to pull out at 1:30.

After hearing the words, Tang Sanzhan smiled.

"Xiaowu, don't worry about Yang Ming, I believe he has his own way!"

As soon as the voice fell, a sword rang in the field.

Xiaomei's eyes were rippling in the autumn light, and she saw Yang Ming holding a mysterious sword with a sword like a dragon, and swayed the long sword with ease.

Splitting, chopping, collapsing, twitching, gridding, washing, cutting, piercing, stirring, pressing, hanging, sweeping, dexterously displayed in Yang Ming’s hands, or stiff without casting, or tenderness like water, free to spit, round and smooth .

There is an illusion in the trance, Yang Ming does not seem to be under siege at all, but rather seems to come to spring.

Qinglian Jianqi, four vertical and eight horizontal!

Heiqi holding the heavy hammer kept walking under his feet, seeming to be defeated and smashed with the heavy hammer, and he had to win and lose with Jian Qi!

I don't know what happened to Wu Hao, the heavy hammer, but it was easy to smash the sword gas!

There was a trace of disdain in the eyes of the black rider holding the heavy hammer, and he charged with a great deal of energy.

Yang Ming's eyes narrowed, and he turned into Jian Qi again in the eyes of a group of black riders and a pair of ghosts surrounding him!

After obtaining the Mysterious Sword, Yang Ming still cannot remember how many people were killed, but for each kill, the Mysterious Sword will increase the sharpness.

Holding a mysterious sword, Yang Ming embodies five sharp sword spirits. The armor worn by Heiqi is almost like thin paper, and Yang Ming easily cut it in half!

Holding a heavy hammer, the black rider stagnated, and a long bloodstain started from the forehead and slid all the way down to the lower body. He faced the loess and fell into the pool of blood, just like he rushed into the Holy Spirit Village to open the killing ring, killed Like those innocent villagers.

Except for him, the black knights who had teamed up with him just now also died without corpses.

Blood shed all over the place.

Sword Qi gathers to reshape the body.

Yang Ming stood with his sword, and the sword was stained with blood, and the blood on it was still warm.

Shaking a sword flower, let the blood drop drip, the rippling sword light reflected Yang Ming's eyes full of thunder and anger, the more angry he was at the enemy, the colder he said, like the cold winter, Cold Road:

"Next, who else!"

The remaining Black Knight was silent for a while.

What these people did not expect is that apart from Yang Ming's tough bone, the other two Tang San and Xiao Wu are not easy to deal with.

Needless to say, Xiaowu, 100,000 years of Soul Beast turned into an adult form, even if in order to avoid identity exposure, did not develop too much strength, it is definitely not a person that these Soul Master and Great Soul Master can deal with.

In addition, Tang San touched the fish in the muddy water in the field. With the help of the seemingly garbage martial spirit of Blue Silver Grass as a cover, he always reversed the victory and defeat at the most critical moment. The use of Blue Silver Grass’s entangled soul technique made many black riders uncomfortable. , With the invisible Xiujian, it's almost!

In desperation, the remaining black riders chose to ask for help.

A sharp Xiao sound sounded, melodiously passed to the distance.

It must be explained that after the 200 riders entered the Holy Soul Village before, they were divided into four teams. Each team had fifty people. They drove around the village, killing and burning houses.

After hearing the signal conveyed here, the three black knight teams that were originally separated immediately turned their horses to reinforce the team.

Hearing the sound of horseshoes coming from three directions, Yang Ming and his face suddenly turned black.

Even if the three of them join forces and want to defeat Soul Master and Great Soul Master of nearly two hundred people, it is not an easy task.

This time, trouble!

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