Liu Ye's journey was not easy, and she only had a few close companions. Liu Ye once said that she could not have less companions, not even one of them!
She silently looked at the man on the battlefield who was as ethereal as a fairy and shining brightly.
Master Lin can go through life and death for Master Liu with just one sentence, so why can't she?
She doesn't ask for anything in return, she just wants to see her bright and incomparable smile all the time.
That's enough!
Toot!
The trumpets on the battlefield stopped and suddenly changed their tone.
The ferocious ghost guards in black suddenly divided into two columns and rushed into the enemy army like a tide, dividing the Qingyang army into countless square formations.
Under the sky, the bright soul-locking swords swayed in the wind and were chopped down in unison. The swords were as frosty as flowers, and their momentum was unexpectedly majestic.
The Qingyang Army all wore heavy armor and were originally invulnerable. However, the swords of the Ghost Guards seemed to have eyes on them and could always pierce through the gaps in their armor, causing bright red blood beads to fly with every blow.
Flying with the blood is the shining silver armor of the Qingyang Army.
Pieces of armor were lifted up by the Soul-locking Sword and then lifted into the air. The ghost guard's sword edge never touched the Qingyang Army's vital points. Under the sun, only blood and armor were seen flying together, and the scene was extremely spectacular.
It doesn't hurt the vitals, but it's more heartbreaking than killing someone!
"Master Lin." Lu An chuckled: "Those bastards are scared."
Lin Zhi's eyes moved slightly: "Yes."
The Ghost Guards had plenty of opportunities to kill their enemies with one blow, but they didn't.
Such cat-and-mouse torture, the enemy was covered with bruises, but he couldn't die.
What they tortured and killed was not the human body, but the spirit.
Once the spirit is destroyed, the Qingyang Army will be defeated without a fight!
The Qingyang Army's offensive slowed down, and Lu An smiled and said, "It looks like we are going to win."
"No." Lin Zhi shook his head: "It won't last long."
Lu An blinked and was about to ask why he couldn't last longer? But suddenly he saw the swords of the Qingyang Army divided by the phalanx standing upright, and the bright and sharp blades were touching his neck.
Even if you are a mouse, you must be a mouse with integrity!
Rather than being teased, tortured, and killed, it is better to kill yourself so that the enemy's strategies will not be implemented!
Countless soft limbs fell to the ground, and the splatter of blood was frightening, but it also made people feel heroic.
The fear in Qingyang Jun's eyes was washed away by the warm blood. When he opened it again, it turned into a flame stirred by hatred.
"Kill, kill, kill!" The sound of killing shook the sky in the wilderness.
Lin Zhi half-browed his eyebrows: "Guo Qian is really good at running the army."
He lowered his eyelashes and looked at Qingyang Jun, who was charging at him with great momentum: "Such a person is qualified to be my opponent."
The opponent is...what?
Lu An was startled. Master Lin suddenly said this. Could it be that he wanted to...
There was a slight sound of clothes rubbing against each other. Lin Zhi stood up slowly, stretched out his arms and took off his large robe.
"Master Lin!" Lu An was very frightened: "What are you going to do?"
"Get out of the way." Lin Zhi's brows were like water: "She is trapped in Kuizhou Mansion for me, and I will protect this city for her!"
"But..." Lu An's Adam's apple rolled, and he said something in his head: "Sixth Master is a man, you can't do it!"
Dame Lin's eyes were as sharp as a knife, and Lu An felt the most terrifying murderous intent in his life.
"Haha." He covered his lips and coughed, and his strong desire to survive brought him back to his senses: "The sword has no eyes, how can I ask you to go to the battlefield in person?"
"Lu An." Lin Zhi looked at Lu An with a calm expression: "Do you know how many Qingyang troops are attacking the city today?"
Lu An's eyes narrowed: "About...about...30,000."
Thirty thousand troops attacking the city may not sound like much.
But... the history of ghosts is only 200!
Thirty thousand versus two hundred, no chance of winning!