The Japanese laughed strangely, and suddenly gave a strange shout. The withered vines around him twisted even more fiercely. Hundreds of withered vines were entangled together, forming thick vines, like pythons.
The devil landed on the ground, slapped the ground with his palms, and summoned ghosts one by one, all of which came to kill the flying dragons.
"The ghosts are full of ghosts, how can there be so many demons and monsters!" Fusheng shouted angrily, slamming the hammer on the ground like a drum for a war.
Feiding pointed his spear horizontally and said with a grunt: "It doesn't matter, I'm here to kill people."
Before Feiding could finish speaking, Fusheng was already rushing to attack. He swung his heavy hammer and rushed into the pile of monsters, blasting them all up to the ceiling. He let the Japanese injure his arm, and now he took the opportunity to take revenge.
Changhe summoned a black sword and slashed left and right. He was also a fierce warrior.
The Japanese knew that these immortals were here to seek revenge. They were full of murderous intent and did not dare to fight head-on. They could only use ghost summoning skills from behind and shoot out ghosts one by one with their palms.
"The wind is coming!" Flying Dragon roared, and with a wave of his left hand, three whirlwinds blew away violently, breaking several thick withered vines that came in, and one of the winds hit the Japanese.
The ghosts were hiding in a panic, knowing that there was a long river pressing down on them and their natural barriers were useless, so they had no choice but to lead the ghosts in retreat.
The morale of Feiding and his party was high, how could they easily let go of the Japanese and pursue them closely?
Under Changhe's blue eyes, the natural barriers cast by the Japanese were broken one by one. The Japanese soldiers were at their wits end and kept summoning ghosts, but they still couldn't stop the magic soldiers from chasing after them.
The devil still had a weird smile on his face, but he was gradually getting scared in his heart. The sky barrier that was originally used to restrain the righteous god was of no use under Chang He's blue eyes.
"Bullshit demon generals and bullshit demon world are of no use at all. They are all defeated soldiers!" Feiding laughed loudly, raised his hand, and killed another group of demons.
Before he finished speaking, the sky barrier suddenly shook, and a deep purple light enveloped the entire sky barrier.
With a swish sound, the sky barrier completely collapsed and returned to its original appearance on the ninth floor of the Jincheng Building.
Feiding and the others were startled, and the Japanese were also surprised.
I only saw a few guys in armor standing by the windows inside the office on the ninth floor, staring blankly.
"Huh? It's Suixing's troops!" The young man who spoke was dressed in green armor, holding a long sword in his hand, and had an ancient mirror tied around his waist. He was Chenxing's general Yueyong. He was accompanied by four companions, all of whom were also Chenxing generals.
"It's you..." Feiding and the others were shocked. They didn't expect to bump into the Chenxing people at this time. Feiding straightened up his spear, pointed at Yueyong and shouted angrily: "You are actually on the same side as the Thousand-Shou Evil God!"
Fu Sheng also shouted: "Yue Rong, are you friends or enemies?"
"We're not friends anyway!" Yue Rong laughed. Before he finished speaking, a whirlwind hit him.
"It doesn't matter, you threw yourself into the trap and saved us a lot of time!" Feiding raised his gun and took Yueyong straight away.
"Bastard!" Yue Rong avoided the whirlwind and became furious. He drew his long sword to fight the flying flying dragon.
The black man named Zuo Wenhui behind Yue Rong was originally calm, but when he saw Feiding making the first move, followed by Fusheng and Qingfeng'er, he had no choice but to raise his long sword, shout, and lead the other three companions. Go up and fight.
Feiding and Yue Rong were fighting each other, with red spears stabbing and chopping, breaking tables and piercing walls; Yue Rong showed no sign of timidity in the face of Fei Fei's powerful offensive, dancing wildly with his sword and fighting back fiercely. .
Wherever the two generals went, they made a mess and almost overturned the ninth floor office. Feiding was stabbed all over by Yue Rong's sharp sword, and Yue Rong was slashed five or six times by Fei Rong's spear, and was hit seven or eight times.
"The wind is coming!" Feiding Ge opened the yue with a sword, found an opening and raised his left hand, and a whirlwind swept the yue to the ground and hit a partition wall at the back. This lightweight material compartment caused Yue Rong to hit it, and the whole thing shattered on the spot. Yue Rong struggled to get up among the debris.
Feiding saw the opportunity and rushed forward, stabbing him with a spear.
Suddenly a golden light shone on Feiding's face, and he yelled, covering his eyes and jumping back.
Before Feiding even landed, Yueyong jumped up to pursue him, stabbing Feiding into the waist with his sword. Feiding was hit by a sword, and when he swung his spear, a fierce storm swirled around the spear, hitting Yueyong's body, and then knocked Yueyong away far away.
Feiding fell to the ground, covering his eyes, feeling the stars dancing in front of his eyes, and finally regained his sight.
The yue stood up swaying, holding a long sword in one hand and an ancient mirror in the other. The ancient mirror was originally dark, but now it became bright and clear. It turned out that Feiying had let the ancient mirror shine into his eyes and lost his sight for a while.
Feiding watched Yue Rong's armor being blown to pieces by the storm and getting cuts all over his body. He couldn't help laughing: "We have wrestled thousands of times before, but you have never defeated me. Now look at it." The situation has not changed."
"Don't be brave, you're more injured than me." Yue Rong spat, and there was more blood in the saliva. He glared at Feiding angrily, and saw Feiding pressing his waist and abdomen, and blood dripping from the wound from time to time.
At this end, Wen Hui and his three companions fought against Fu Sheng and Qing Feng'er; Chang He's powerful black sword confronted Fang Dan, a general from the Chenxing tribe.
The young-looking Chenxing general had a few blows with Chang He, and then shouted loudly: "You are not Tai Sui's subordinate!"
"You idiot, I am Chang He, the general under Master Zhenxing. Please tell me my name!" Chang He cursed.
"My name is Wu Bu! Please remember it well... OK... Remember it carefully... OK... Wu... Bu... Speech is unclear, as if he is undergoing an evil transformation.
Changhe was used to seeing this scene, so he didn't say much, and he also sighed a little at this time. The young immortal in front of him had good martial arts skills and extraordinary qualifications, but his eyes were suddenly cloudy and clear, and they were trembling in a weird way. Chang He caught the opportunity several times, but couldn't kill him.
On the other side, Wen Hui and Qing Feng'er faced each other, and they were inseparable.
Wen Hui laughed and said: "Good boy, you young immortals who have been trained in the cave are all very skilled. You are really capable of refining the priests!"
"Brother Wen, you are not bad either!" Qing Feng'er said with a sad smile: "Yue Rong and Wu Bu are also gods refined from the cave. Their ability to resist evil thoughts is much higher than that of ordinary gods. Unexpectedly, they also turned evil!"
Wen Hui slashed Qingfeng'er's head with his sword, with a thunderous momentum. Qingfeng'er felt that Wen Hui's sword had no intention of hurting him. Although the force was strong, it was easy to dodge.
Qingfeng'er was stunned and made a show of returning his sword a few times. Wen Hui laughed again, and continued to chop left and right with his sword, but most of his moves were feints, and he only slashed the floor and tables around him until they burst into pieces.
On this end, the Japanese were in great embarrassment. The natural barrier was broken by Chenxing's generals. At this time, they were caught between two groups of people, unable to advance or retreat. The demon soldiers and ghost soldiers around them were almost dead, so they had to desperately summon ghosts and monsters while trying to find a chance to escape.
Fusheng saw that several Chenxing's generals were not interested in fighting, so he simply jumped out of the battle circle and turned to deal with the Japanese. Seeing that the Japanese were escaping to the eighth floor, he followed him. He turned around and shouted: "The devil is about to escape, everyone, hurry up and chase!"
Upon hearing this, Qingfeng'er turned around happily and followed Fusheng, shouting: "Brother Feiding! We can't do it without you on this road!"
Fusheng also shouted: "Come with me, General Tian! Fei Ting, we are mainly attacking the Demon General, don't let Chenxing's group mess up the operation!"
The yue was about to rush towards Fei Fei again, but Wen Hui stopped him and said: "Yue! Master Qiyuan ordered us to come in to kill that rat Qian Shou. Don't get the wrong target... It's broken. Master Qiyuan’s big event!”
Wen Hui moved out of Chenxing Qiyuan, and Yue Rong stopped, panting and glaring at Feiding angrily.
Feiding wanted to fight again, but Fusheng and Qingfeng'er retreated at the entrance of the stairs. Not only did they have no intention of coming to help, they kept calling him over. He knew that he could never defeat the five generals of Chenxing alone, so he had to follow Fusheng bitterly. He also looked back at Wen Hui and other former colleagues, and he did not forget to choke: "If Xiangzi and Qingfeng'er weren't thinking about their old friendship, I will escort you back to the main camp to await trial. I will show you no mercy next time! Yue Rong, you don’t even have a chance to await trial. I will take your life next time.”
Yue spit out the blood from his mouth and cursed angrily: "You dragonfly, don't take my word for it. Next time we meet, I will kill you!"
"Don't be angry. Just ask for it back next time we meet. Don't forget our mission." Wen Hui patted Yue Rong on the shoulder while comforting Wu Bu who was shaking all over.
