The boy with a normal left arm but a full foot longer than his left arm is hidden from the battlefield.

The boy was thin and clothed. His face was a little transparent, his facial features were delicate, and even there was a little shyness between his eyebrows, the young man's long right arm was shrunk into his big sleeve, and he was holding a tomato in his left hand to his mouth, and he was gently sucking the sweet and sour juice of the fruit. He is not like the evil ghost of the Netherworld, but more like a scholar from Lingxiu Town, Dongtujiang, if you don't look at the knife behind him.

Unlike cultivators, who hide their blades and magic weapons in their bodies or bags, he carries his sword on his back.

The blade is narrow, straight, and one foot and two inches long, which is a cut longer than the body of an ordinary adult.

The boy was thin and shorter than his 'peers', but his knife was so long that it was not possible to carry it on his back, otherwise he would not be able to walk. But he had a way, he put the knife sideways on his back. He stood, looking from a distance, he looked like a wooden frame with a figure of ten, and he looked a little ridiculous.

However, in the netherworld, there are very few people who can laugh and dare to laugh when they really see this 'ten' character boy.

Su Jing had dealt with him, and ten months ago, he had been assassinated by him when he was fighting a vicious battle against the bloody Yin soldiers outside the city. An assassin in the bloody army, a confidant of the Ghost King, who only kills the enemy chieftain and the boy who likes to cut his heart with a long knife the most.

The boy had a fierce iron face that was completely different from his real appearance, but now he did not wear it on his face, but raised it and put it on top of his head.

The boy was followed by seventeen other men, sixteen of whom stood behind him. There were all kinds of ghosts and corpses, and their bodies stood straight and motionless, and the rest was a girl who had braided her hair into long braids, and braided a green grass and a few delicate flowers into her braids.

She didn't have any rules, so she sat next to the leader of the young man, leaning on his legs, very comfortable.

The boy had seventeen men, all with ugly iron faces, but the girl was an exception: she also wore a mask, but her mask was delicate and delicate, the face of a smiling and squinting girl, sweet and lively.

She's a girl. I brought a girl's mask.

Juvenile ahead. The fierce battle is in full swing, and the five-party ghost king alliance army storms the bottle city, and the spells come and go, and the sound of killing shocks the sky. The 'ten' boy ignored the battlefield, his ghost knowledge spread far and wide, and his eyes patrolled. Pay more attention to the edges and corners of the battlefield. I don't know what I'm looking for.

Not so with young girls. She likes to watch the excitement, watching the big battle ahead, watching Su Jing arrogantly shuttling in the Picking Qiu Army, laughing and killing people. The gaze behind the mask was shining. She was playing with a drop of water in her right hand.

It is really a drop of water, which is invisible, quiet and round when moving, rolling around on the white and delicate hands, crystal clear.

With her eyes fixed on Su Jing, the girl raised her free left hand and tugged at the young man's robe. The latter understood, sucking half of the tomato and placing it in the palm of her hand.

The girl took a bite, her mask was covered, and she couldn't see her expression, but her tone was a little strange, as if she was grinning and talking: "Brother, this heart is unfamiliar and sour." ”

Where is the tomato, look closely, the 'fruit' is still beating slightly, it is clearly a heart.

"I deliberately picked a few unripe, sour refreshments, and I won't get tired when I bite into them. ”

"What's the use of not being tired, haven't you found it? Say it's a wolf here, and after looking for so long, I haven't seen a single head running in vain, and I want to tell Uncle Yan when I go back that his subordinates are lying about the military situation. The girl muttered, and returned the palm of her hand to the young man, she didn't like to eat acid, and then she took out a glass bottle from her bag, drank water, and rinsed her mouth.

The boy didn't speak, and continued to suck in the heart that I didn't know who it was.

"That guy is crazy. The girl loves to talk, and after a while, she said to her brother again, and at the same time raised her hand and pointed at Su Jing from afar.

In the battlefield, Su Jing shuttled like lightning, and when the girl pointed at him, he had already dodged ten miles away.

Everyone has dealt with each other, and the girl has seen Su Jing's fierce appearance in the bloody army, but this time it is different, he can obviously use the mountain to severely damage the enemy army, but Zuihou crushed the male peak, and he entered the battle and killed happily, not crazy.

The young man understood what his sister meant, and smiled: "It's just a moment of happiness, it's useless, you can't stop it." As he spoke, he brought the 'tomato' to his lips again, but soon found that the heart was no longer beating and was rapidly rotting.

The boy threw away the rotten fruit, took a full, bright red, and beating new fruit from his sac, took a bite, and sucked it

"When did Su Qiangqiang become so crazy?" On Fucheng, the smiling little ghost frowned: "Murderous, but it's a showman!"

In the east, the flying banner army of King Chujiang was destroyed, and in the north, the flying mountain of King Qiu was temporarily blocked, but the onslaught of the ghost law in the south and west directions was full of power, and the city was in turmoil, and the hard support of the forbidden law to protect the city could be broken at any time. The situation of the slippery ghost is critical, and at the same time, everyone in the city can't help but pay attention to Su Jing with all their spirits.

It is indeed a 'showcase', the little nine kings killed crazy, but the actual injury to the enemy is far worse than that big mountain smashing down.

"You don't understand that. Lei Dong responded, with a deep smile on Dao Tiaozi's face: "Today's fierce battle is not a moral struggle, but a struggle for power and profit." ”

"It's not a moral struggle, there is no need to stand up, and it is more real than anything to inflict heavy damage on the enemy, Su Qiangqiang understands this truth." When to kill the enemy and when to exalt, he knows very clearly!"

"But he still crushed the mountain and entered the battle with his sword," Akame was also smiling, and then the words of the two brothers continued: "There is a deep intention in it. ”

The smiling imp raised his eyebrows: "What is the intention?"

"Obviously, think for yourself. Thunder and flowers speak in unison.

But Akame was careless this time, and the other two opened their mouths at the same time and said the truth in the hearts of the three dwarf gods: "How do we know!"

The smiling imp didn't pursue it, but just sneered: "Su Jing is just happy for a while now, no more, can't stop it." ”

Su Jing fought among the ten thousand armies in the north of the city.

The Northern Ghost King is trapped in a large area of spells, fierce beasts, and strange swords. The Ghost King's skills are really good, with thousands of years of cultivation and magical 'broken bowls', he has survived one deadly onslaught after another.

Soon, the king's personal soldiers and guards rushed up, sacrificing their lives to save the king, and rescued him from the heavy killing machine.

The ghost king got out of trouble, the swords such as the North Underworld and the sword mantis did not chase and kill and entangled, and returned to the master's side together, Su Jing waved his hand and put it away, and continued to kill the enemy, happy to do it.

The little nine kings seem to really like the current killing method, he only uses the 'Golden Crow Wanchao' method, only moves the sword of the king, and no longer uses other means.

took off his fur to get out of trouble, turned his hand over, and actually buckled the broken bowl on his head like a hat. The magic weapon is crowned, and the strange light is bursting. This is a self-defensive spell, the body treasure is combined with the Dharma Protector, the most secure defensive position, in case Su Jing sneaks in and assassinates with his amazing body method.

Outside of the king's car, thirty fierce ghosts formed a circle formation, cast spells, and placed a second protective array to protect the plucking fur, and beyond that, three thousand elite soldiers formed a larger circle and a larger array.

Triple protector inside and outside, take off the fur to protect yourself steadily, and then say to the pro-soldiers: "Pass my military order"

In a matter of moments, a pole of the king's flag was erected from the middle of the formation, swinging rapidly, and the deafening war drums resounded in the north of the city, and the evil spirit rose.

The flags and drums are all orders of the ghost king, two orders:

The first order, the elite of the mountain moved to lift the big array. It is inevitable to repeat the mistake of the Chujiang Flying Banner Army, and King Qiu will not continue to throw mountains to Fucheng.

The second order, the army charged.

With the Yang Fire Tianyu and the Golden Crow Escape Method, the tens of thousands of Yin soldiers in front of Su Jing were all decorations, and no matter how many Yin soldiers there were, they couldn't stop him, but the other way around, how could Su Jing stop the entire army!

Su Jing is like a tiger wolf. No matter how fierce the tiger wolf is, it can't stop the migrating antelope.

The king of the fur can see clearly, no one can stop anyone, so why should he be afraid of him. Kill with him, so many Yin soldiers, give him a day to slash and kill at will, can you kill one percent? The army just charged and went directly to attack Fucheng in front.

Not only picking the fur, but the young man with the word 'ten' in the distance and the smiling imp in the city can see this weight clearly: with Su Jing's sharpness, he can only attack, but he can't wipe it out.

This is the gap, what if the little master is here?

The king's banner is stacked with drums and trumpets, and the king of Qiu is like a mountain: Rush with me!

The already scattered military formation, which was drenched in the rain of fire and killed by Su Jing, suddenly heard the king's order again, even if this order was to send them to death, the army's morale was still greatly boosted. The Yin soldiers were not afraid of death at all, their fear only stemmed from Su Jing's madness and killing momentum, and now that the king's order came, the army had a 'new' target, and in an instant, the army roared, and there was no need to form any big array, just like the tide, rushing towards the north wall of Fucheng.

He kills and lets him kill, I charge myself!

The army is like a tsunami and a landslide. But they had just begun to charge, but the city in front of them suddenly disappeared, there was nothing, only three feet left, and beyond it was a white 'unknowable'.

The momentum of the army that had just been raised was met with a heavy fog head-on!

Fox Demon Mist, Su Jing means!

The fog was seventy miles, shrouding the forward of the army of picking.

The Yin soldiers could no longer see the Wang Qi, they couldn't hear the war drums, they couldn't even hear the shouts of their companions not far away, and the only thing they could perceive was Su Jing's daxiao three feet away.

was trapped, but he didn't stop, and the Yin soldiers who were roughly located in Fucheng still had an impression. Without exception, tens of millions of Yin soldiers continued to charge without stopping!

Three feet behind him was not visible, but everyone knew that countless companions were rushing from behind him, and the next step would be trampled into a puddle of rotten flesh and ghost blood.

Based only on impressions and without precise directions, the military formation was even more chaotic, colliding with each other and trampling on each other so much that it was impossible to calculate, and this huge military formation, which was full of miserable howls and self-mutilation, still had a general direction of progress. It's slow, it's chaotic, but it's still moving towards Bottle City.

The fog, like the rain of fire, can only add to the trouble, but it cannot completely destroy the enemy. (To be continued......)