But he said that Xiao Qingmu was ordered to be secretly annoyed in his heart, thinking that Gu Qingyun looked down on him.

"You have all lifted Su Fu to the sky one by one, what ability does he have to be the first seat of the Empirical Academy?

He stopped on a hill and thought hatefully, "No, if I go to bring in reinforcements, I will miss this opportunity to prove me, and I must build up my merits and prove that I have the qualifications to surpass him." You all think he's great, I don't believe it, am I inferior to him?"

Thinking of this, he was secretly excited about his decision, and his cooled battle intent rekindled. However, he was still very calm in his heart: "Go back like this, even if you win, the first seat will blame me for not obeying military orders." I'll hide aside first, and then I will shoot when they can't hold it anymore, so that the people I saved will be grateful to me, and will preach my deeds, and the first one will have nothing to say!"

He clapped his hands, made a decision, and quietly returned to the Gravel Mountain, hiding on the top of the strange peak on the side.

However, he found that this strange peak was too high, and he could only hear the shouts of killing, but he could not see the situation on the battlefield.

So he descended a little further, stopping at a protruding barren tree on the cliff, observing the battlefield.

He didn't go back and forth for a long time, and the two armies happened to come into contact.

I saw that the heavily armored demon soldiers were lined up, forming a shield array in three columns, like a wall. Behind stood the monks who were waiting for them.

Like a tide, the ghost soldiers climbed up from the foot of the mountain, without the howl of ghosts and wolves, without the terrible grin, their movements were simple and effective, their eyes were cold, there was no emotion, no desire to kill, but only obeyed orders, charging and tearing apart the enemy.

In fact, the newborn Shura has a desire to eat and kill, but when he reaches the stage of the ghost soldier, he will become like this, which is chilling.

Xiao Qingmu looked at this scene, what should have been a fear emotion, but in the conception of the future, it turned into excitement, and he seemed to see the day when he was on an equal footing with Su Fu.

Since the hill wall was similar to the ramp in front of it, it was not particularly steep, so the ghost soldiers climbed a section and then stood up and charged.

The sound of "clang" was endless, and it was the sound of those ghost soldiers crashing into the shield array.

"Snort" A sword cultivator stood in the gap of the shield array, the flying sword penetrated through the single eye of a ghost soldier, and before he could be happy, the ghost soldier's claws suddenly stretched out, and the sword cultivator was shocked, and hurriedly avoided the vital point, and his shoulder was pierced.

Facing such a terrifying face for the first time, he let out a roar of rage, and the flying sword cut the ghost soldier's head in half. The ghost soldier slowly fell, and he was helped to the back by two loose cultivators, and soon someone took his place.

The scattered cultivators desperately urged the law to be decided, hiding behind the shield array and constantly killing the ghost soldiers, all kinds of spiritual lights were intertwined and shining, and the shouts and screams of pain were basically on the side of the defenders, and the whole was very embarrassed.

But because the shield array was always strong, it took away some of their fear.

At this time, his personal strength is really inconspicuous, even if he is a ghost soldier of the Yi level, he will die if he is besieged by several spiritual lights.

A demon soldier suddenly had his head cut off, and the ghost soldiers rushed over frantically, intending to open a breakthrough.

The ghost soldiers in the rear immediately made up for it, and resisted the impact of the ghost soldiers to the death, his hands were trembling, but he would rather die than retreat.

A loose cultivator gritted his teeth and took out a magic talisman, injected the aura frantically, and was about to sacrifice it, when a strange tentacle came in from the gap, entangled him and pulled him into the air.

It was a ghost soldier whose whole body was covered with tentacles, and he was entangled by the tentacles, and his whole body was so weak that he couldn't even use his aura. This sudden change made Sanxiu cry out in fear: "Help me, help me, I don't want to die......"

However, while the rescue aura was still halfway, his stomach was pierced by the rest of the ghost soldier's tentacles.

At this time, he was not dead, he moved his wrist to cover the wound and wailed, like a pig in the slaughterhouse that was stabbed in the throat and was dying, helpless and pitiful. However, no one would pity him, and the ghost soldier was overwhelmed by the spiritual light, and he was also affected, and both fell to the ground and died.

It's a trivial episode, the same thing happening on the battlefield all the time, and the people who didn't die have long since turned a blind eye to it.

Xie Zhanxi and Jia Shidao led the elite of fifty empirical institutes, and fought desperately with those strangely shaped big birds, although they firmly held the empty road, their speed of consuming spiritual energy was several times faster than that of the people on the ground.

Gu Qingyun's eyes have been scanning the enemy army, such a huge scale of ghost soldiers, there must be ghost generals to lead.

After a while, he couldn't hold it back, his body suddenly rose into the air, and with a stroke of his sword finger, he saw a sword light shoot out, and the pure sword light burst out with its due power, and thousands of ghost soldiers fell off the cliff with this blow.

"Good!" the defenders cheered, and their low morale rose a little.

Gu Qingyun's face was expressionless, he raised his sword finger horizontally, and he was about to send another sword light, but he was interrupted by a light laugh.

"You are Gu Qingyun. From the foot of the mountain jumped two figures, one thin and the other strong.

It was Wu Ding who spoke, his height was already very tall among ordinary people, but compared to Pan Geng, he looked very thin.

"I've heard some captives talk about you," Wu Ding said with a smile, "It is said that you failed to force Sijiu but did not die, can you tell me what you have experienced?"

After a pause, he added, "I'm really curious about the Four Nine Tribulations. ”

Gu Qingyun immediately recognized them. Hearing the other party's words, his mind was slightly in a trance, and he remembered Xu Mingzhen.

In fact, Xu Mingzhen had a secret, he had also failed to force the forty-nine, and he only told Gu Qingyun.

Sometimes, he would feel that it was redundant to live, because as a sword cultivator, he was robbed of the most important thing, during the tribulation. It was his shame, and he hated being talked of the most.

Gu Qingyun took out the flying sword and stared at Wu Ding coldly: "I want to know, go to hell and ask!"

Clang!

It was not Wu Ding who stopped his assault, but Pan Geng.

Pan Geng only used his palm to block his flying sword. He sneered: "Are you going to rely on this girl-like sword to cross the catastrophe? No wonder it will fail, it's so useless, it's better to let me swallow it, it's a hundred!"

"I insist on coming this time," I don't know who I was talking to, Gu Qingyun said lightly, "The sword master and junior brother are already very opposed, but I have to come!"

Bite!

The voice fell, and the flying sword that was restrained by Pan Geng suddenly let out a trembling sound, and followed the body without moving, but it turned into an afterimage and circled around Pan Geng.

Snort!

Pan Geng didn't do anything at all, but Wu Ding was twisted into a bloody foam by the afterimage.

"Huh?" Pan Geng said in surprise, "You're not all waste, just play with your uncle!"

"I know!" At this moment, the blood foam in the sky suddenly recondensed and returned to the appearance of Wu Ding.

"What do you know?" Pan Geng stopped.

Wu Ding moved his whole body, making a crisp sound of "crackling". He smiled and said, "Every time we ghosts die, we may become another person, and only those who are strong-willed can not be afraid of death." I wasn't strong-willed enough, but I found the adventure worth it because I found an interesting problem. ”

Gu Qingyun's face was difficult to look at.

"Tsk," Wu Ding looked Gu Qingyun up and down, with a playful look on his face, "As a sword cultivator, there is no sword intent in the sword." ”