There was a loud bang, the earth trembled slightly, the wind surged, and thick smoke rose from it, and a house several feet wide was split through it. Snow and dust merge into one and fill the air. The bonfire exploded, and dry firewood with flames flew in the air and scattered everywhere.

Ghost Cry looked at the tail in front of him, lowered his head, and the pot in his hand was gone.

The smoke in front of him was very choking, and the fierce wind rushed towards him, and his oppressed cheeks began to deform.

Patting off the dead branches that were still burning on his body, the ghost cried and stood up with a knife with a black face.

All this was planned by him. But he never expected that these guys would come so quickly, and his hard-earned dinner would be gone.

Really, damn it!

"Aang!"

The giant python raised its head to the sky and roared, its voice was bitter and painful. The huge body suddenly disappeared, bringing a large cyclone with it.

Ghost Cry glanced at the remaining severed tail on the ground, sneered, raised his feet and walked outside.

"Shoot!"

There was a heavy shout from the rolling black wind, and suddenly, countless eyes that reflected the light densely changed from now to darkness.

It was a rat spirit, they were densely packed, or squatting on the wall, or squatting on the roof, or standing in the courtyard, raising the crossbow in their hands, and aiming at the ghost cry.

Ghost Cry's eyes narrowed, he raised his hand and lowered the hat, the bell "dingdong", and he rushed into the black wind by pressing the handle of the knife.

The next moment, countless crossbow arrows were fired.

The black wind turned into a thick black mist, and the black mist swirled like a huge whirlpool.

The sound of drums shook the sky, and outside, countless gray wolves roared in the sky.

The arrows shuttled back and forth, and the black shadows kept flashing.

One after another, the sound of sharp blades entering the flesh sounded, and black shadows continued to fall in the black mist, and countless powerful ghosts flew all over the sky, rushing in with teeth and claws, and then suddenly burst into light, and the entire sky was illuminated palely.

More than a dozen transparent phantoms emitted billowing smoke, and with terrible screams, they shot out, heading in all directions, and disappeared into the deep old forest.

The drums stopped, the wolf howls stopped, the fighting stopped, and the world fell silent again.

The swirling black mist exploded, and the moonlight shone back on the ground, revealing what was going on inside.

The snow was tossed and turned into shape, the white snow was filthy, and the mangled corpses covered it, and the dark red of one patch after another was particularly dazzling.

The entire yard was mostly demolished, and with a roar, the house collapsed, and the two escaped rats were buried underneath, twitching outside with one tail exposed.

It was another thunderbolt of the knife, and the two halves of the corpse fell to the ground one after another with black smoke, and it could be vaguely seen that this guy should have been a leopard when he was alive.

The long knife pointed diagonally at the earth, and the blade exuded a hot breath that twisted slightly like a wave.

And the ghost cried, and a robe on the outside hung in tatters, revealing the armor that shimmered with a metallic sheen inside.

He shook off the blood from his knife and retracted it from the scabbard that was stuck in his waist with his backhand in the copper guard. Then he raised his hand and tore off the robe on his body, stabbed it hard at his waist, and pulled out the short arrow stuck in his arm with his free hand.

The arrows are poisonous, but thankfully, they are not the corrosive toxins that Devil May Cry fears.

Blood gushed out, blooming wounds wriggled and squeezed together, and the bleeding stopped.

The ghost cried out a mouthful of white mist, picked the stopper of the gourd on his waist with his thumb, poured out a pill of Bigu Dan, and threw it into his mouth.

His cheeks squirmed, and then there was a clicking sound in his mouth, like bones had been chewed.

He put on the stopper, raised his hand and took off the hat, revealing his steaming head, shook off the flesh and blood on the hat, put it back on his head, took a deep breath, and walked out of the yard by pressing the hilt.

He clearly remembered the plan that Hahime told him, and tonight, the most important thing was to let these guys know how good he was.

As long as he is powerful to a certain extent, grandma will restrain his means and dare not be upright anymore, but use intrigue and trickery. When the time comes, it's time for the next stage of the plan.

Stepping out of the courtyard gate, Ghost Cry was slightly stunned, and then the corners of his mouth turned up.

This battle really looks up to him.

Outside, there is the back garden. On the rockery, in the corridor, in the grass with yellow and white, and on the wall, it was full of monsters.

Most of them are rat demons, long-lost mountain spirits, and delirious low-level zombies with rotting flesh and skin, and they are all small demons.

And those big demons are undoubtedly much less, but there are even more types.

There are bear spirits wearing iron armor, wild boar spirits with red eyes, monkey spirits with bared teeth and grinning teeth, a group of skinny demon monks, lewd and evil demon Dao, and Wong Tai Sin with a rickety back......

There are thousands of small demons, and there are hundreds of big demons.

It was an army of youkai, and countless demonic qi were intertwined, so that the moon in the sky was deformed, the moonlight was distorted, and a faint black mist filled the air.

If it were an ordinary person, they would be scared to death. Ordinary capable people are not much better if they have not been baptized by war.

But unfortunately, Devil Cry has faced the war and witnessed the confrontation between the two armies.

The arrow flew into the sky like a dark cloud, and when it fell, it was strewn with corpses all over the ground. The two sides were like a forest of swords and guns, as soon as the horn sounded, in the sound of drums, and in the sound of shouting and killing, they collided together, and another piece of flesh and blood flew sideways.

The stone with the size of the grinding disc was thrown into the sky by the stone thrower, flew over a distance of dozens of zhang, and smashed into the wall and a big pit, and when it hit the person, the person turned into meat and mud. The hot gold juice poured on the body is the most painful punishment in the world.

In that war, Devil Cry had experienced too much, so when I looked at it and saw this lineup, I wanted to laugh a little.

He was sure that the elite of the Three Kingdoms, no matter which country, would be able to send 100 people to defeat the army of this group of monsters.

They looked amazingly imposing, and in the midst of demonic aura, a group of demons danced wildly. But in fact, it is too scattered, there is no formation, the armor is incomplete, the equipment is incomplete, and some monsters can't make up for the gap despite their amazing strength. Some monsters are even better at spells, but even if their spells have the ability to turn the world upside down, in this chaotic and intertwined demonic aura, I am afraid that they will be disturbed to the point of vomiting blood, and then fail again and again!

But it doesn't matter, there is only one person who Ghost Cry, and he is by no means the opponent of these thousands of monsters. However, the Achilles heel that this group of monsters has, it doesn't matter if they don't have any formation, armor and equipment, because they are only facing Ghost Cry at the moment, and they are rushing up, even if Ghost Cry grows four more hands, they have to be beaten into pulp.

However, they are distracted, they have their own plans, and they can vaguely see pushing and pushing, which is a big problem.

However, after all, there are a large number of other parties, and I didn't expect the other party to send so many demons, and I was not fully prepared.

"I'm going to fight hard!"

Ghost Cry thought in his heart, and slowly drew his knife in full view of everyone.

Next to the towering flagpole, the wolf demon Langqi puffed out his cheeks and aimed at the huge bronze horn.

The five bull demons stood neatly in front of the five big drums, raised the drumsticks in their hands high, and waited to be knocked down.

Then, their eyes widened, and Lang Qi almost broke out. I saw Ghost Cry holding the blade with one hand, lifting the hem of the armor with the other, and then stabbing himself in the abdomen.

Suddenly, blood was spilled.