Chapter 1555： , the battle was brutal

"boom!"

On the sea, the battle was fierce, countless cannonballs, soul skills flew, corpses everywhere, blood stained the sea level hundreds of meters.

Fifth Street, the battle situation is also ever-changing.

The Scythe Ghost, who was originally from the early stage of the king level, still has some distance to break through to the king level.

"I'm so... drunk!"

When Yang Fengfeng saw this scene, he chose to curse the mother without hesitation, and the old blood was about to spit out.

He and Ye Ni joined forces, although they couldn't kill the sickle ghost, they could suppress it.

Who would have thought that this guy didn't follow the routine at all and broke through the king level on the spot.

Don't talk about martial arts!

On their side, more than half of them were killed or injured, and it was already difficult to maintain the battle situation.

Ye Ni took a deep breath: "You go with them to stop the water ghosts on the shore, give it to me."

Yang Dingfeng was stunned for a moment, and said in a stunned manner: "Blind Sword, are you serious?"

"You're at level ninety-six to fight an early king level, are you courting death?"

"If you and I join forces, maybe there is still a chance of winning."

Ye Ni shook his head: "There is no chance of winning."

"I mean, with you here, I can't show my strength. You should go down."

Yang Dingfeng: ? ? ?

Damn, it means I'm dragging the oil bottle.

However, he also knew the gap between his own strength and Ye Ni, and staying behind would be a burden.

"Jianxianzi, when this matter is over, I will ask you to settle the account."

"If you die, I won't bury you!"

After he finished speaking, he spread out his golden wings behind him, dived down, and assisted the watchman to begin to deal with the water ghosts who came ashore.

After the king-level sickle ghost broke through, the white robe on his body also turned blood red.

The black sickle, and a faint red halo appeared on the blade, which was breathtaking.

"Human, you dare to face this king alone, who gave you the guts?"

Ye Ni was holding the Seven Star Longyuan Sword, the blindfolded gray cloth satin fluttering in the wind, and his whole body was like a sharp sword.

He didn't answer the Scythe Ghost King's words, and a sharp sword energy shot up into the sky.

Next is the spirit power of the ninety-sixth level.

After a while, the white soul power began to gradually transform, and the dark golden demonic energy swept out.

"Ow!"

Not long after, the dark golden demonic energy materialized and became a roaring demonic dragon.

Ye Ni stood at the head of the dragon, soaring straight up, on the same level as the ghost king of the sickle, his eyes met, murderous aura leaked out.

A hint of surprise flashed in the eyes of the Scythe Ghost King.

"Magic?"

"Human, you surprised me a bit, but it's just an accident."

"The stronger you are, when I taste it later, it will only make me feel more delicious."

"Ha ha!"

The Scythe Ghost King laughed arrogantly.

Ye Ni didn't have any unnecessary nonsense. He swung his sword and slashed, and the sword energy ran for thousands of miles, submerging the entire airspace and wrapping the two of them.

Fourth Street.

Sun Xiaosheng, one person singled out two S-rank peak sea beasts, Jiaolong.

"Miscellaneous, watch the old lady smash your heads."

Sun Xiaosheng stepped on somersaulting clouds, wearing a golden armor, holding a golden long stick, his eyes were surging with three flavors of real fire.

The two Jiaolongs relied on the body's terrifying defensive power to fight Sun Xiaosheng closely.

Xia Yuyan and Qin Feng were besieged by the sea beasts who came ashore, and there were only a dozen or so people left in the entire team.

Third Street.

Hou Feng, Xiang Qian, and Murong Qingyue were under equally enormous pressure.

Although there was only one S-rank peak Jiaolong taking the lead, the number of sea beasts that washed ashore remained high and was still increasing.

Hou Feng's burly body was covered with numerous scars, many of which were shocking.

If it weren't for the terrifying repairing power of the Happy Water of Life, coupled with Murong Qingyue's critical recovery, he would be long gone.

"tui!"

Hou Feng spat out a mouthful of blood and complained.

"Fatty, we don't seem to be able to beat this **** on the other side!"

"You are of the same kind, why don't you go up and communicate?"

"Originally born from the same root, why is it too urgent to fry each other!"

Xiang Gan's right arm was dripping with blood, and the Nine Nether Demon Flood Dragon behind him was breathing out a terrifying light of destruction.

Hearing this, he turned his head and roared at Hou Feng.

"Grass mud horse!"

"Hou Feng, wait for Lao Tzu and eat the braised lion head in front of you when you go back."

Murong Qingyue put the recovery skills on Xiang Gan, not forgetting to protect her husband.

"Damn fat man, you dare to bully my man, believe it or not, I will make you into eel noodles!"

Hou Feng: "Add one!"

Item dry: ? ? ?

"What am I..."

Not only do I have to face the beatings of the demons physically, but also mentally.

God **** it!

first street.

The entire fighter team was wiped out, and only Tang Lin was left to fight alone.

In front of her, there is also this S-rank peak water ghost, rushing towards him with his teeth and claws.

"Roar!"

Countless sea beasts and Specter also rushed out one after another, trying to devour Tang Lin.

Tang Lin's windbreaker was dyed red, holding a long flame stick, looking at the rushing ghost group, her eyes were calm.

Behind her, there are corpses of tragically beaten people.

Each corpse maintained a charging stance and did not flinch until death.

Behind them are the innocent people of Straits City. They retreated, and the people really had no way out.

From the moment they joined the night watchman and became watchmen, their mission was doomed.

Soldiers, would rather die in battle, never retreat, and survive.

Even they didn't choose to retreat. Does Tang Lin have any reason to retreat?

And, she's not alone.

Behind her, there are countless heroic souls guarding her.

"kill!"

Tang Lin roared, Wuhun Zhu Yan picked up the flame long stick, jumped up, and rushed into the ghost tide.