His body, losing its center of gravity.

"Don't don't don't don't ......" Dingyuan Zhenren shouted frantically in his heart, but he was too tired, but he was unable to twist his center of gravity and fell to the ground heavily.

Bang!

The sound of falling to the ground was not loud, but in his heart, it was like thunder.

The dark shadows in the depths of the darkness are getting closer and closer. Dingyuan Zhenren clearly saw that the bow in his hand was quickly bent, as if it was making a creaking protest sound, the pitch-black arrow was smoothly placed on the finger and bow arm, and the sharp arrow bloomed a little cold star.

Dingyuan Zhenren raised his hand violently to block it in front of him, and with a snort, his palm was pierced, and the bloody arrow was not stopped, and it was nailed to his forehead again, blocked by a solid skull.

Blood crossed the corners of his eyebrows, Dingyuan Zhenren gasped, he broke the arrow, took out the arrow and threw it on the ground, struggled to get up, and the blood-covered hand grasped the Yin and Yang two-handed sword tied to his back, and pulled it out hard.

With a sound of "Zheng", the sword body as bright as the moon flowed out of the scabbard, and the two-handed sword with a blade of nearly five feet was just a one-handed sword for him, or even a one-handed short sword, because he was too tall, and even the Gu Wu clan, who was still full of giants in Dongsheng Shenzhou, was considered a small tall man.

Fight!

He thought so worriedly.

His legs could no longer move, and he was afraid that the man chasing him would shoot with a bow and arrow from a distance.

In that case, he could only die in aggrieved terms.

But then, a scene that surprised him happened.

The man did not take the arrows from his quiver, but put the bow on his back and slowly drew the long knife that was stuck in his waist.

The knife was very long, a little longer than the sword in his hand, about half a foot.

The blade rubs against the scabbard, making a pleasant sound. The bell is shaking, ringing gently, and the sound of the wind, with a quiet solemnity, which has a unique style.

It was a good sword, and even on a snowy night, it emitted a cold glow, very white, even more than the noble snow.

The person who uses the knife is really a master, such a long knife, he pulled it out, without the slightest effort, everything is so weighty, it looks pleasing to the eye.

The corners of Dingyuan Zhenren's mouth turned up, and it seemed that his chances of winning were one point greater.

Yes, the opponent's knife is fast, and the knife skills are superb, and he is far behind. However, he has one more thing that the other party can't match, and that is his height and his arm length.

The length of his arm was nearly twice that of the other party, and with the Yin and Yang two-handed sword that was only half a foot shorter, he had the upper hand in terms of distance.

Once the opponent gets closer, he will use distance and precise swordsmanship to give the opponent a good look.

The man in the darkness was getting closer and closer, and finally, he walked out of the darkness.

The black big hair, dark red cowhide boots, carrying a long bow, and dancing in the wind, but they couldn't stop those bright eyes in any way.

The eyes are small, narrow and narrow like knives, as if they were deliberately narrowed, but the difference between squinting is that they look natural, telling people that these eyes are born this way.

In addition, the pair of pupils inside, which were obviously one size smaller, seemed to have sharp blades hidden inside, reflecting a dazzling cold light.

This is a man with a murderous face by nature!

Dingyuan Zhenren began to panic a little, he looked at this man, this man's pace increased little by little, the bell rang rhythmically, and his eyes became sharper and sharper.

When he runs, he often gives people a sense of being unstoppable.

It's as if you're not facing a person, but a peerless blade that flies in.

"Can't panic, can't panic, can't panic...... Dingyuan Zhenren told himself over and over again in his heart, but he was already frightened by the other party's momentum, in fact, but he was already scared before he met the other party, and now, he was scared miserably.

As the so-called success is also Xiao He and defeat is also Xiao He, his perception of danger is too keen, coupled with his too cautious character, and now he is forced to face the ghost crying, and under the washing of the tide-like sense of danger, he collapsed.

His calf twitched, he stabbed a sword in a panic, and his brain went blank.

It's over, I'm done.

Sure enough, with a "dang" sound, the swords collided, and bright sparks lit up the cheeks of the two.

The Yin and Yang two-handed sword let out a mournful roar, and then dragged Dingyuan Zhenren's hand upwards and raised it high - the empty door was wide open.

One stands still, one gallops.

When the two figures staggered, in the flickering sparks, the snowy sword light was stretched into a straight line.

Burst!

Black blood spurted out, hissing and wailing, then turned into a hazy mist of blood.

Dingyuan Zhenren knelt on the ground, and the Yin and Yang two-handed sword turned twice in the sky, sticking straight into the ground in front of him.

Behind his back, the wound squirmed, and then, one by one, the broken arrows were squeezed out of the wound, and one after another fell to the ground with black blood.

Dingyuan Zhenren was a little confused, he didn't die, not only did he not die, but he felt better.

He looked back blankly, and at this moment, Ghost Cry also turned his head, looking at each other.

"Your knife...... Can't kill anyone?" Dingyuan Zhenren asked this stupid question, and then, he was slashed to the ground by the second knife of Ghost Cry.

dragging the fainting Dingyuan Zhenren, the ghost cried back to the big black horse.

The big black horse who almost collapsed breathed a sigh of relief, and the big mouth that was talking about it just now immediately stopped talking, snorted coldly, and turned his head.

Ignoring it, the devil opened its mouth, and shoved the longbow and quiver arrows from which the bowstring had been removed into its mouth.

"Woo woo woo ......" If the big mouth has a face, it must have a resentful face at this time, only to hear it say in a riotous female voice: "Bad guy, as soon as you come back, you will stuff such a long thing into someone's mouth......"

The ghost cried and shivered, and a mouthful of old blood was held in his throat.

Big Mouth finally spoke to him, but when he spoke, it was almost fatal.

Ghost cry and big black, at this time, I miss the big mouth that used to be unable to speak.

"By the way, where's the stone? Spit it out. ”

The stone that the ghost cries said is the strange stone that an old female ghost got from outside Huya Mountain.

"People don't. The big mouth hummed and chirped, but the ghost cry directly opened its mouth and reached in to touch it: "No, don't, help, don't come in, it's so thick, it's so big, woo woo woo......"

took out the black strange stone, ignored the big mouth that seemed to be crying after being taken by the 18 big men in turn, the ghost cried and woke up Dingyuan Zhenren, and asked with a split head and face: "Who are you?"

After speaking, without waiting for him to answer, he directly pressed the stone on the door of his head.

In an instant, the night turned into day, and the bamboo forest became a ruined Changle Gate.

Ghost Cry saw that he sucked blood all over the place and was born from the corpse of Dingyuan Zhenren, his hair fell out all over his body, and he broke his robe, and after standing up, he looked around in confusion, and after a long while, he held his head and let out a desperate scream......

Sure enough, it was the corpse demon that was bred from the corpse of Dingyuan Zhenren, and it seems that the Changle faction is finished.

Thinking in his heart, Ghost Cry withdrew the stone, pulled out his long knife with lightning speed, and slashed the panicked tall corpse demon to the ground......