Chapter 129: No One Can Stop Him

The head that swooped down was cut in two.

The headless bodies of the Wen family who rushed from behind, holding their swords high, followed the back of the ghost crying.

Under the knife edge of the ghost cry, the headless bodies of the martial arts family fled in embarrassment amid a scream.

All those who stood in the way of the Devil Cried died under the long sword, and there was no one to join them.

The blood that spurted out reddened the earth and sprayed it into the air, exploding to form a hazy mist of blood. And in the blood mist, the ghost cry turned into a killing god, and one knife after another was like thunder, cutting off all the living objects in front of him.

Seeing the ghost crying and chopping waves, the old man's heart was cold, and he let out a sharp roar.

Then, countless human heads appeared in front of him, blocking between Ghost Cry and the old man.

The long spine, sharp as a cone at the end, and lifted like a forest, stabbed towards Ghost Cry frantically, blocking Ghost Cry from approaching.

Behind him, the headless bodies of the Wen family finally caught up, raising their swords together, and they cried towards the ghost.

Ghost Cry shook his wrist, and the blood stains on the long knife were thrown to the ground, forming a straight red line.

The two knives slashed at the back of Ghost Cry, cutting through the cloth and creating a spark, and several pieces of armor flew on the iron armor of the unjust soul.

Devil Cry holds the knife in both hands, his left arm is horizontally in front of him, and the blade of the knife extends backwards. The cold light of the forest slid along the snowy blade to the tip of the knife.

"Slash!"

With a loud shout, the sword light bloomed, and a silver thread pierced through the three bodies and five heads.

The old man only saw that the tip of a knife suddenly broke through the curtain wall composed of skulls in front of him, and then, the curtain wall composed of skulls was torn, and the surging flames that suddenly appeared were split in two, like a zipper being opened, revealing a pair of narrow eyes behind him.

Suddenly, his eyes opened. It was a pair of pitch-black pupils, and all around, bloodshot was everywhere, like blood-red cobwebs.

Knock knock!

Heart, beating suddenly.

The old man was startled and took a step back.

The piercing ringing bell exploded in the ears, as if it was a hypnogen.

A blood dragon chased after the long knife, forming a blood-colored ring.

The three headless bodies were cut in half with a single knife, the lower half of which fell to the ground, and the upper half, flipped in mid-air.

Flipped in mid-air, the ugly heads that had been cut in two, and the bones that were scattered everywhere.

All the blood, all of a sudden, exploded together. It turned into a hazy blood mist and quickly spread.

In the blood mist, a figure broke through the curtain wall of heads.

The sharp spine cut through the flesh and skin of Devil Cry. And the blooming crimson sword light tore through the red blood mist.

The red blade, from top to bottom, slashed straight into the headless body of this martial master, all the way down like a bamboo, until it cut through the distorted human face that appeared on the chest, and then it could not be stopped.

Boom!

Got down on your knees and collided with the ground, making a muffled sound.

Laugh at~~~~!!!

With the long sound of water evaporating, a large cloud of white smoke erupted from the wound that the old man had been cut open by the knife.

The blood mist and the white mist converged together, and the pungent smell of blood and the aroma of barbecued meat spread.

At the intersection of red and white, Devil Cry pulled the knife out of the master's body.

On the other end, Sun Fu was already covered in blood.

His sword was like a storm, and everything that was included in his attack range would be hit several times in an instant, and then shattered.

He rushed into the headless bodies of a group of Wen family members armed with bows and arrows, and then like a tiger entering a flock of sheep, wherever he went, there caused a wave of blood to churn.

This fast sword of his hand has many enemies and one strong enemy and many weak, and its killing speed is faster and more ferocious than that of a ghost crying.

Under his destruction, soon, the headless bodies of this group of Wen family members armed with bows and arrows were killed and collapsed, just because of the master's order, they were still struggling to support.

When the old man was slashed by the ghost cry, the string was broken, and the remnants of the headless body also scattered and fled.

Sun Fu stood in place in a daze, looked at the headless bodies scattered and fled, and finally breathed a sigh of relief and half-knelt on the ground. Gasping for breath and recovering the exerted physical strength.

On him, more than a dozen arrows were inserted, making him look like a hedgehog. Blood was oozing from the wound. A sharp pain came from him, causing the twisted cheek in his chest to twitch.

There are also more than a dozen headless bodies of the Wen family crying towards the ghost, swords, swords, and shadows intertwined. As blood arrows were fired, a headless body fell to the ground, and finally, the rest collapsed.

Wind blew through the gate into the front yard, blowing away the blood mist that filled the yard.

I saw that the bruised Ghost Cry caught up with a fleeing headless body, and a knife pierced his chest, the blood-red tip of the knife leaked out of the mouth of the distorted face on the chest, and a large area of blood spurted out, Ghost Cry stepped on his back, and pulled out the long knife with force.

At this moment, he was covered in scars and covered in blood. His hands were even more damp, and the cloth wrapped around the hilt of the knife was soaked with blood.

The robe on the outside was mostly shattered and turned into strips, revealing the pitch-black iron armor inside, which was scarred and damaged to an unknown amount.

Poof!

The dead headless corpse fell to the ground, the ghost cried's chest rose and fell violently, panting, the bell shook softly, and the melodious bell echoed in the courtyard.

In the sky, the heads howled and scattered.

On the roof, the big mouth quietly poked its head out and sensed the surroundings.

The ghost cried and kicked the headless corpse of the old man, this old man, who has been here for more than a hundred years, has become stronger, but people have become stupid.

Devil May Cry was caught not because of the sword and the number of people, but because of the bow and crossbow and the terrain that was not conducive to combat.

It wasn't wrong for him to let Ghost Cry and Sun Fu fight each other, and then try to take advantage of the fisherman. What's wrong is that he shouldn't be so close to Ghost Cry, and besides, he is so arrogant that he doesn't take the weapon brought by the Wen family in Ping'an County. directly led to the ghost cry behind and killed them, with them as a shield, plus Sun Fu to contain those archers, the ghost cry directly lost the threat of bows and arrows. And they didn't have weapons yet, and Devil Cry had no threat of weapons, and it turned out to be a massacre of one side.

Obviously they don't have enough strength, what they should really do is to join forces with Sun Fu and get rid of Ghost Cry first. Instead of getting rid of Sun Fu's control, he couldn't wait to rebel, and then watched the stupid let Ghost Cry and Sun Fu fight each other, giving them the opportunity to join forces.

On the body, there was constant sharp pain. The ghost cried and cracked his mouth, and found a random place to sit down and deal with the wound on his body.

Sun Fu watched vigilantly as the ghost cried as he treated his wounds, and then quietly walked towards the door. Seeing that the ghost cried and ignored him, he hurriedly ran out of the gate with a smoke.

Ghost Cry glanced at Sun Fu's figure of fleeing in embarrassment and turning back frequently, ignored the idiot, lowered his head and continued to treat the wound.

He didn't use all his strength when he fought with Sun Fu from the beginning, otherwise, the demonic qi would enter the body, and this Sun Fu would not have survived at all, and after such a long time, he still didn't find out.

What's more, he frequently turned back as he fled. You know, he has no head, so to see the scene behind him, he has to turn his body, which directly leads him to ignore the road ahead and ignore the danger ahead.

Looking back at the gate farther and farther behind him in a twisted posture, the twisted head on Sun Fu's chest showed an excited smile. However, he didn't pay attention, and the bell in the wind became more and more urgent.

A rusty saber suddenly appeared in front of him. Sun Fu was shocked, and hurriedly waved the spine sword in his hand.

The rusty saber and the hideous spine sword collided with each other with a piercing screech. Iron filings flew and cut through the skin of Sun Fu's arm.

The incident happened in a hurry, Sun Fu instinctively took two swords in a row, and then, one sword hit the retracted knife, and the other sword hit the guy who suddenly appeared.

Then, Sun Fu felt that he was not stabbed into the flesh and blood with a sword, but into the trees, and the feeling was extremely jerky.

The other party was forced to retreat by him, and he looked at it intently, and his heart suddenly cooled.

Standing in front of him was a zombie with a knife. And standing behind this knife-wielding zombie is a group of knife-wielding zombies.

From the hasty fight just now, he already knew that these zombies were much stronger than those headless bodies. Although he also injured the zombie in front of him just now, his arm was also scratched by iron filings. Not only that, the zombie monster in front of him was amazingly powerful, almost the same as him, the moment the sword collided, the wound on his body that had stopped bleeding also collapsed, and the tingling pain on his body tortured his nerves.

It's okay to deal with three or five. But dealing with such a large group is a big problem.