"Li Yongdao, come out and die!"

A loud roar came from outside. A group of zombies poured in like a tide, and in an instant, they blocked the City God Temple.

Wang Ranzhi, dressed in black heavy armor, walked out, carrying an iron gun, and led people straight to the main hall of the City God Temple.

Seeing this, Qin Meiren's face changed, and she hurriedly fled through the wall.

However, soon, she came back through the wall, and outside, there were also dense zombies, so she raised her head and looked at the roof, and the ghost cried and said in a deep voice: "Don't look, there are rooftops too." ”

Overhead, the tiles shattered, and several zombies fell from above, holding weapons, and hit the ghosts crying below.

Bang bang bang......

There was a series of muffled noises, and several zombies flew out. The big black horse retracted his legs, snorted, and looked at the dense zombies outside, slightly anxious.

Ghost Cry wiped his fingers over the blade, took a deep breath, and swept his gaze under the brim of his hat to come to a conclusion.

The number of what he saw alone was more than 50. There were many more, not in his field of vision, but they could be heard from the sound alone, at least hundreds, maybe even thousands.

That's a lot.

If you use the fairy sword breeze......

As soon as this thought flashed through his mind, Qingfeng already reacted. Scenes appeared in the mind of the ghost crying.

A demon beast with a body length of more than ten zhang, a handsome man dressed in white pointed at it from a distance ten zhang away, and this demon beast instantly turned into pieces without warning.

A number of hundreds of wolf-headed monsters rushed down from the mountain with a roar, and a middle-aged man in gray robe sitting on an ox cart exhaled, and a wisp of wind blew, and this group of monsters turned into dry bones in an instant.

A woman in Tsing Yi faced the arrogant demon, and when the demon laughed, the beauty fan in her hand was lightly fanned, and the demon was poured into her mouth and nose by the wind, and then countless blood arrows rushed out of her body, and it became a sieve in the blink of an eye.

In the secret room, a white-faced scholar was blocked by a boulder, and he just slapped his palm on the boulder, and suddenly the boulder was full of holes, and soon scattered into a pile of rubble.

A woman in a white dress faced a group of enemies, playing the flute leisurely, and in the melodious flute, the falling leaves quietly split into two. With the enemy in front of him, thin blood lines suddenly appeared in the vital places on his body, and then blood spurted thin.

A man in black sat in the pavilion, and the army outside the pavilion gathered, and at a command, the clear sky was instantly shrouded in black clouds. It wasn't a black cloud, it was a rain of arrows. The man in black smiled slightly, and flicked the zither in front of him, and in an instant, the black arrow rain turned into powder and danced with the wind.

These pictures are not illusions, but the memories of the fairy sword Qingfeng, which is the situation when the Qingfeng Sword Master used it. Because of the different understandings of it, each Qingfeng Sword Master will use it differently, but without exception, it is the kind of incomparable power, so powerful that it is terrifying, so powerful that it makes people desperate.

"Come on, don't waste your efforts. The ghost cried and muttered to himself, turned over on the horse's back, and then turned his head to Qin Meiren and said, "I will attract their attention later, you can run away!"

Qin Meiren was stunned for a moment, she didn't expect Ghost Cry to say this. The ghost cried without waiting for her to react, and his legs clamped between the horse's belly. The big black horse and the ghost cry have the same heart, and they shoot out like arrows off the string.

As long as you become the master of the Immortal Sword, you will be able to obtain the power that many people can't get through a lifetime of hard work. Even if the ghost cries, he is not sure if he can reach this point in his life.

However, he still refused to become the master of the sword.

The sword master feeds the sword with his body, and every time he uses the fairy sword, he consumes not only demonic energy, but also his own life. Every time you use it, you get one step closer to the ghost gate. But if you can get such power, I believe that many people will also think that it is worth it, and Devil May Cry also thinks so.

Many forbidden spells have paid a price ten times greater than this, and they may not be able to reach this point, and it is undoubtedly much more cost-effective to use the fairy sword.

But Devil Cry still didn't like it, he didn't like the feeling of relying on external objects. With one system, it is enough, and the fairy sword is not another system for him.

The big black horse leapt up and passed through the main hall gate, its massive black body falling with a bang, leaving clear footprints on the solid stone floor.

"Lee Yong-dao!"

Looking at the person who rushed straight over, Wang Ranzhi's eyes were bloodshot and he greeted him.

Bite!

The sparks bloomed, and under the unity of men and horses, the power of this knife was surprisingly great, and the iron spear in Wang Ranzhi's hand was bounced high.

The white light flashed, and the armor piece hanging down from the helmet to protect the neck was cut off with a knife, cracking and scattering.

Wang Ranzhi's neck was torn in half, and his head fell to the side. Immediately afterwards, he was hit hard by the big black horse, and his legs floated in the air.

Rumble!

Under the impact of the big black horse, five of the zombies huddled together rose into the air, eight retreated one after another, and eighteen were affected, and they were suddenly knocked out of a gap.

The shield was raised, the spear stabbed, and the big black horse man stood up, dodging several spears.

The long knife in Devil Cry's hand was raised high, and he leaned over and slashed down.

Five spears were cut off with a single sword, leaving only a bare barrel. The sharp spear heads fell to the ground one after another, clanging.

The big black horse stepped down and stepped on the shield, and the zombie who pressed his shoulder against the shield showed a strange expression on his face. They are not ordinary zombies, they were battle-hardened armor soldiers in their lifetime, the most elite group in the army.

After this death, they still followed Wang Ranzhi, fighting everywhere to obtain flesh and blood, and strengthen themselves. Compared to before his death, he was naturally more powerful.

But even so, he was easily knocked away by the big black horse in front of him, which showed how violent the power of this big dark horse was. However, when such a guy stepped on it, he didn't feel half of his strength.

Overhead, there was a whistling sound.

The zombie looked up and saw a big belly flashing in his eyes.

The zombies reacted quickly, and hurriedly raised the weapons in their hands, and suddenly the spears stood like a forest, undulating like rolling waves.

However, these did not hurt the big dark horse in the slightest.

stepped on Feiyan under his feet, and every time he fell, he accurately landed on the tip of the spear, and with just a slight borrowing, his body took off again.

Two ups and downs, they have already stepped over this group of zombies and stepped on the wall.

Inside and outside the walls, there are zombies. They howled and raised their spears in their hands, and stabbed wildly at the Devil Cry and the big black horse on the wall.

Devil Cry has two knives in his hands, his eyes are like electricity, and he accurately blocked one spear after another, and one spear after another was cut off and bounced off. In just two breaths, the knife edge had already made eight symphonic sounds, and the aftermath did not stop.

After the ghost cried, the big mouth vigorously waved the scabbard, slapping the spears left and right, and knocked out the fish that the ghost cried through the net.

The big black horse took off again, dodging a few spears and leaping to the roof.

The zombies could no longer directly hit a man or a horse on the roof with the spear in their hand, so they simply howled and threw the spear in their hand.

Countless spears flew from all directions, and Devil Cry had already worked the heart eye technique to the extreme, one long and one short, one black and one white, and the two knives were intertwined with each other, intercepting the flying spears. The big black horse was like a swimming dragon, trying to avoid a large number of spears, and quickly jumped to another roof, quickly out of the range of the zombies.

"Stop!" Wang Ran's eyes glowed red, straightened his crooked neck, wrapped it with linen, looked at the figure of the ghost crying and their distant figures, and said coldly: "Let him go, our target is Li Yongdao." ”

As he spoke, he turned his head violently, almost throwing his head off, and pointed the iron gun in his hand at the main hall of the City God Temple: "Li Yongdao is there!"