Chapter 1593

The next day, late at night, early in the morning. The ghost once again visited Fenshui City, but this time it was not the North City, but the west city.

Because of the lessons learned from the previous night, the garrison tonight has been in the spirit of twelve points. Even at dawn, it will soon be dawn, and the soldiers' eyes are still wide, looking around from time to time, for fear that ghosts and monsters will suddenly appear around them and doom will come upon them.

However, the vigilance of the soldiers did not prevent the arrival of "ghosts". The "ghosts" who suddenly appeared at the head of the city immediately killed the spiritual practitioners who released their insight, and then began to kill the garrison officers and soldiers at the head of the city.

As soon as the city was in chaos, the an troops in the barracks under the city wall rushed out one after another and rushed to the city head.

Relying on a large number of people, they planned to surround and kill "ghosts" with a sea of people tactics, but they didn't realize that this was exactly what "ghosts" wanted.

Let him go to the enemy one by one, it is better to let the enemy go together. In this way, it will save time and effort, and it will be more efficient.

"Ghost" combined the two swords in his hands and turned them into scythes. Then, he began to kill the soldiers of an army on the head of the city.

With the terrible and frightening sickle waving, the an army on the city fell to the ground in groups, and the aura gathered above the city had gathered into a big group.

With one enemy, the scene turned into one-sided slaughter. Soon, the corpses of an Jun piled up on the wall like mountains, countless.

The more they fight, the more frightened they become. The more they fight, the more afraid they are. Just now, an Jun, who was still on the edge of the city, is now like being chased by a ghost, crying for his father and his mother and running down the city.

But at this time they want to run again, which is so easy? "Ghosts" rush into the crowd with their scythes. They suddenly kill people before and after, attack from left to right, and countless soldiers are killed by the black fire, let alone those who die under the scythe.

From the head of the city to the lower part of the city, and from the lower part of the city to the inner city, the soldiers of the an army covered the road, and many people were trampled to death.

At the time of the rise of "ghost" killing, an Jun, the head of an Jun, was riding a tall horse. This was not someone else, but Wei Ling, the head of the county.

In the past, Wei Ling didn't believe in ghosts, but now he doesn't believe it. The monster on the opposite side was ablaze with fire, but it was not a fire, but a black fire. It looked like a black fog.

What's more frightening is that there are still a pair of green eyes hanging in the black fog. In the dark night, it seems that two ghosts are beating, which is very strange and frightening.

"Shoot! Shoot me an arrow Wei Ling forced down the fear in his heart and roared at the surrounding an Jun.

The archers of an army quickly stepped forward, twisting their bows and building arrows one after another, aiming at the "ghosts" in front of them and shooting arrows together.

However, before the arrow array had hit the ghost, he had disappeared in an instant. When he reappeared, he appeared among the archers. With a single swing of the fire sickle, five or six archers were chopped to the ground. Then, as soon as he walked by, more than ten people were hit by the sword, which was burned by the black fire. They screamed and rolled all over the ground and died.

"My Lord, the ghosts are coming towards us. Get out of here A general's face full of panic rushed to Wei Ling, shrieking.

Wei Ling also wanted to be tough and didn't want to escape. But the ghost was so frightening that he turned the horse's head and ran to the center of the city out of his subconscious reaction.

As soon as he ran, the an army below was even less interested in fighting. People gave up their resistance and retreated backward like a tide. "Ghosts" took advantage of the situation to pursue and kill an Jun to the center of Fenshui city.

By this time, the sky has turned white, and the sky is getting brighter. For the "ghost", it means that his shadow can't be displayed at will. He gave up the pursuit, only a few dodged, the figure has disappeared between the houses in the city.

This night, from dawn to dawn, nearly two thousand soldiers died in the hands of ghosts, and they were still killing under the eyes of general Wei Ling. So far, even Wei Ling dare not say that there are no ghosts in this world.

After this night's uproar, the an army once again killed 2000 soldiers and soldiers. Rumors in the city became more popular. Even a large number of people gathered in front of the city Lord's house, demanding that Wei Ling give up the resistance to the wind army and surrender to the wind force immediately. Otherwise, ghosts would haunt Fenshui city. The more loyal they are to the people of shuilingze, the more loyal they are to the people.

Wei Ling didn't kill or persuade the people of Mo who came to petition. He could only hide behind closed doors.

On the third night, the ghosts came back as scheduled. This time, the ghosts came earlier. They arrived in Nancheng after the early morning and left until dawn. On this night, the number of wounded and wounded officers and soldiers of the an army increased to 3000.

On the first day, he lost a thousand, the second two thousand, and the third three thousand. After three days, he lost six thousand soldiers. Not to mention that the people in the city could not afford such a fright, and even the garrison was in disorder.As soon as the night fell, the soldiers began to sweat, and their hearts went up to their throat. When there was a little wind blowing grass, they thought they had met a ghost and ran away in fear.

After all, these garrisons are local armies, and they have never seen anything in the world. The spiritual practitioners among them are not highly skilled in spirit and martial arts. It is impossible to tell whether the people who are making trouble in the city these days and nights are ghosts or experts in spirit and martial arts.

On the fourth night, there was no garrison on the four walls of Shuicheng, and all the officers and soldiers huddled in the barracks in the city. However, the ghosts still came, so they rushed into the barracks without any scruples and killed an Jun in the burning camp everywhere.

This evening, ghosts and monsters have been fatal to Fenshui city garrison. Countless soldiers have been killed, and the remaining soldiers have no fighting spirit. The garrison of more than 20000 people scattered in a crowd. Where they still obey Wei Ling's command, they still drop their weapons and rush out of the city screaming. Now people only want to escape Fenshui City, no matter where they flee, even if they want to escape It's going to hell, as long as it's not in Fenshui city.

It can be seen from this that the garrison soldiers are really scared by ghosts.

Wei Ling also organized his own guards to stop the deserters, but they couldn't stop them at all. They were like floodwaters at the sluice gate. In the chaos of the scene, people were thrown upside down and their armor was removed. At this time, even if the gods came, they could not stop the fleeing soldiers.

Wei Ling, who was hard bitten, soon attracted the attention of ghosts, who dragged a long sickle and went straight to him. Wei Ling's relatives bravely went forward to meet them. As a result, only a few of them came down, and dozens of them fell to the ground.

The rest of the people protect Wei Ling, back and forth. At this time, the spiritual practitioners among the family soldiers stepped forward and stood in a row, blocking the way of the ghosts. One of them held a spirit sword, pointed at the other side, and yelled, "are you a human or a ghost?"

The ghost did not speak. Because he was burning a strong black fire, he could not see his appearance and expression clearly. In a faint way, the spiritual practitioner saw the white light flashing from the black fire.

His heart trembled and subconsciously stepped back half a step, and just as he retreated, the ghost appeared in front of him instantly, and the sickle's grip was also inserted into his abdomen.

Whoa! The black fire spread all over his body, and the spiritual practitioner howled like a pig. Under the burning of his soul, it was a burning pain from the deep of his soul, and the pain was beyond human endurance.

Fortunately, the burning of the soul will make people die very quickly. After only two or three seconds, the sound of the spiritual practitioner stops suddenly and the person falls flat on his back. Several other practitioners were so stupefied that they were more convinced that the monster in front of them was not a human being.

"Kill!" As the head of the county's own soldiers, they have no way back, either to protect the sheriff to escape, or die with the sheriff.

Several people cast spiritual skills at the same time, but they only hit the air, ghosts appear behind them, sickles flash, black fire diffuses, blink of an eye, several spiritual practitioners all follow the footsteps of their companions.

Although they were not powerful spiritual practitioners, the aura extracted from them was much richer than that of ordinary soldiers. The ghost greedily raised his head and absorbed all the aura floating in the air.

There was no scream at the scene. Wei Ling, including his relatives and soldiers, seemed to be in an ice cellar. The chill in his body seemed to have frozen their bodies. Standing there, his expression was numb and motionless.

He continued to spit, and then, holding his sickle high in his hand, he walked step by step to the opposite crowd.

"Not enough, not enough, I need more!" This is the first and last sentence people hear from ghosts.

Plop! When the last soldier died in the dark fire, in addition to ghosts, only Wei Ling was left.

"You, you are the wind man? Did the wind force send it? " Wei Ling in the ghosts near, can not help but retreat.

As he retreated, he tried to pull out his saber, but one of his feet didn't notice. He was stepping on a helmet and couldn't stand. He fell on his back to the ground. The sword he pulled out was also thrown far away.

He was about to get up from the ground, and the blade of the sickle, which was burning black, was in front of him.

For a moment, Wei Ling was sweating and soaked his official clothes. Until now, he could not confirm whether the man in front of him was a man or a ghost.

"I am Wei Ling, the head of Gurao County in Anguo. Even if you want to kill me, you should let me die to understand. Who are you?" Wei Ling's eyes were flushed with blood and glared at the "ghosts" in front of her.

"You can ask Yama!" While speaking, the sickle passed forward fiercely. With a click, Wei Ling's head fell off. There was no blood gushing from the broken neck, only aura.

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