wilderness.
Several horses chase each other under the moon.
Yan Xinglie clung to his supple horse temples, the cold and humid air from the south penetrated into his collar, raising his cloak high.
Behind him, in the shadow cast by the cliff, the rapid sound of horse hooves followed closely.
The sound of hoofbeats is rapid and light, but it does not mean that it is far away.
soon.
The three cavalry followed closely, crossing the shadow of the mountain.
The cold moonlight shines on the pale bones, and the withered flesh is covered with worn-out armor. It turned out that the visitor was not a living person.
Yan Xinglie did not stop and dismissed the three "tails" first, because the birds circling in the sky told him that there were more behind them.
Reckless fighting will not help, but will slow you down and get you into trouble.
But suddenly, another rider jumped out of the shadows ahead.
This suddenly appeared, the distance between the two sides was almost face to face. The horse was galloping at full speed and was unable to dodge. Yan Xinglie only had time to deflect the opponent's spear, and the two horses collided firmly.
This collision caused the yellow gelding to stop and stagger a few steps in a daze. The ghost horse was even knocked out and fell apart before it hit the ground.
But the knight on the horse jumped off the horse well prepared, and while the yellow gelding was knocked unconscious, he drew his sword and slashed at the horse's head.
It was difficult to escape in a moment. Yan Xinglie grabbed the reins and used brute force to pull the horse's hooves into the air, avoiding the blade.
When the iron hooves as big as a bowl fell, they stepped on the ghost's forehead, trampling his head into his chest, and then trampled his chest into the yellow mud.
Although this ghost knight was eliminated, in this short time, the three knights behind him also caught up.
Judging from the brief exchange just now, Yan Xinglie concluded that these ghost soldiers were not stupid ghosts, and they should have retained some means of fighting in front of them.
really.
Although the three cavalrymen chased them at the same time, the first cavalryman paused for a moment and then wandered around the outside to plunder the formation. The other two riders also made a turn, one on the left and the other on the right.
Yan Xinglie, however, remained motionless and looked at the two cavalry with cold eyes, attacking from a flank with swords on the left and spears on the right.
After approaching him, he suddenly raised his right hand and shouted:
"disease!"
Suddenly, a dazzling light lit up in his hand.
"Xilulu."
When the two ghost riders were illuminated by the strong light, they immediately fell over.
The bright light will disappear in a moment.
Yan Xinglie had already jumped off his horse, and with a bang, the ghost knight holding the knife was knocked out by him, and smashed into a big tree by the roadside, breaking into pieces. Then, with a vigorous swing of the heavy sword, the other rider was crushed into a ball of broken bones and rotten flesh.
At the same time, there was an urgent sound of horse hooves behind my ears.
The ghost knights who were plundering the formation had already arrived on horseback, and they used their horse power to stab them with their spears.
Yan Xinglie didn't even use his sword. He stretched out his arm and put the spear under his arm. He took two steps back. The ghost rider was unable to move him at all. Instead, he knocked him and his horse to the ground. Crushing the skull with one foot.
As the battle raged and subsided, Yan Xinglie sheathed his sword and felt a little warmth on his cheek.
But it was the horse that came over to be intimate with its master.
He patted his old man's neck and found that the horse was panting rapidly and its steps were slightly trembling.
Yes, no matter how magical the yellow gelding was, carrying a huge man like Yan Dabeard, traveling day and night, it had already reached its limit.
Yan Xinglie thought for a while and then made a decision.
He took out a pair of paper figures and horses from his luggage, smeared his own blood and the horse's blood on them, and threw them on the ground.
The moonlight was dim, and after a strange expansion and change, it transformed into the appearance of the yellow gelding and Yan Xinglie. It's just that Yan Xinglie, transformed into a paper man, has a big white face like powder under his big beard, and there are two red masses of blush on his cheeks, giving him a strange sense of joy.
Yan Xinglie walked around the paper man and horse, but he felt that it was not enough.
With a clap of his hands, he dragged a large black cloth bag from the saddle. Opening the bag, there was actually a beauty in red. Her skin was as good as snow, her facial features were charming, but her hands were locked with thick iron shackles. Even in his deep sleep, his brows were still furrowed, and it seemed that I felt pity for him.
However, the bearded man didn't show any sympathy for her, and he threw the woman onto the saddle when he mentioned her. He grabbed a pile of rotten bones from the ground, stuffed them randomly into a cloth bag, tied them up and put them on the paper horse.
"go."
The paper man and horse then headed eastward.
After doing all this, Yan Xinglie pulled the horse and sneaked into the woods beside the road. At the same time, he did not forget to clean up his footprints.
Not long after.
On the road, the sound of hoofbeats sounded like a shower.
A large group of ghost knights swarmed over. A rough estimate was that there were no less than a hundred ghost knights.
They paused briefly among several carcasses, and then under the command of the leading ghost rider, they chased eastward in the direction of the paper man.
The place fell into silence again, with only the intermittent chirping of insects.
I don’t know how much time has passed.
On the road, mist suddenly appeared. After a while, a vague sound of drumming came from the mist.
The sound of advocacy was getting closer and louder.
Suddenly.
A drumming band suddenly walked out of the mist.
Then, there was a guard of honor holding long streamers, signs, and flags.
Then, long soldiers stirred up the mist, and a group of soldiers holding halberds lined up.
After that, there were armored warriors, walking in groups in twos and threes.
Finally, a luxurious car painted black emerged from the mist. The chariot carried a man with a majestic crown, a handsome man's belt, a jade in his hand, and a solemn expression. Standing beside him was a general in golden armor.
A large flag was flying on the carriage, and a four-character letter was written on it: The Governor of Jizhong.
The one he carries is a thousand knights with tall teeth, just like a high-ranking official on a patrol, looking majestic.
However.
There is no high-ranking official in the world who specially chooses to go on patrol at night, let alone a state capital named Jizhong.
There are some tombs here, but they are just a famous mountain in Hanzhong. Because of the dangerous conditions in the mountains, the secluded forests blocking the sun, and the heavy miasma, it is known as the "Ghost Mansion".
A few years ago, a ghost cultivator who was good at using ghosts and cultivating corpses appeared in the mountains. As the war continued, he captured many lonely souls on the battlefield and imitated the skills of strangers to build mansions and teeth. He was known as the governor of ghosts.
But no one knows that this ghost prefect was only a minor official in the government office during his lifetime, but after his death he enjoyed the dignity of a government official. This time when he was invited to go out, he might not be able to take a step further in this troubled world.
Thinking of this, the ghost prefect looked somewhat smug. He glanced at the carriage and saw several zombies dressed in black following there.
"The old man surnamed Hu is really quite capable, but he is still no match for a ghost general like me. Not only did he die, but the zombies on his hands also fell into my hands. It's a pity that that A room full of corpses of the masters of the Suppression Division was burned by this old man. It is really hateful..."
"The sun is shining brightly."
"What?" The ghost governor suddenly woke up from his thoughts.
The voice sounded again, but it was fast and fast.
"The golden light suddenly opened, reaching the sky and the earth."
He felt terrified for no reason, and he only had time to shout: "Ghost General!"
The voice was decisive.
"It's ominous to shoot."
Then, the ghost governor only saw an arrow, no, it was a ray of light, penetrating the ghost general who pushed away and blocked him. Then, the most powerful ghost general in his hand was burned into flying colors in an instant. Ash.
The ghost governor gritted his teeth and turned to look.
A majestic figure walked out of the deep forest holding an iron bow.
………………
An arrow killed the golden-armored general, but there was no smile in Yan Xinglie's eyes. If there was another "Red Crow", he would definitely kill the ghost prefect together. However, recalling the look on the always generous commander's face when he took out the "Red Crow", it was as if he had lost his parents when he was young, or lost his son when he was old. He would probably rarely see another one in his life.
The ordinary talisman arrows at hand were useless. Fortunately, before this trip, he also pulled out another treasure from the guard.
He dropped the iron bow and already held a jade talisman with a white jade base and gold lines in his hand.
The golden talisman from Tianshi Mansion.
"Click."
The jade talisman shattered, and golden light suddenly appeared.
………………
Yan Xinglie knew very well that his tricks of paper men and horses could not be kept secret for long. Just now, the birds also reported that the knight who had passed before was about to return.
During the introduction, the ghost soldiers must be searching everywhere. Once exposed, they will be trapped and unable to escape.
Therefore, from the beginning, he used paper men and horses as bait, waiting for an opportunity to attack and kill. These ghost soldiers were just magic servants. Once the magician died, the ghost army would naturally destroy itself without attacking.
Therefore, it would be best if the "Red Crow" could make a contribution. If not, he would have to break into the group of ghosts and kill the ghost governor before surrounding him.
The time it takes is only three breaths.
Yan Xinglie took a long breath and unsheathed his sword.
………………
First breath.
Yan Xinglie was covered in thick golden light, sacrificing his life and crashing into the outermost formation of halberd warriors. Attacking him unprepared, the halberd will break wherever he passes, and the ghost soldiers will be invincible.
The ghost prefect drove him away in his chariot, pointing Ruyi to his officers and soldiers, and surrounded them on all sides.
Second breath.
The golden light on Yan Xinglie's body was dim. Although he had broken through the halberd array, the armored warriors had already surrounded seventeen or eight people. He showed no fear on his face, his steps did not stop, he didn't care about the sword, and he just waved the heavy sword and rushed forward.
The ghost governor frowned, he threw down Ruyi, formed a seal with his hands, and recited the mantra.
The third breath.
The golden light was crumbling, but the warrior was cut to pieces by Yan Xinglie with a heavy sword. There are still zombies blocking the way in front of him, and the rapid sound of horse hooves can be heard in his ears.
No time to get entangled.
He simply used the sword blade as a shield to protect his vitals, and with his natural divine power and the remaining protective golden light, he crashed into the group of corpses.
The ghost governor activated the spell, and the eyes of the surrounding ghosts drew little ghost fires, which quickly gathered in his hands.
………………
Three breaths pass in an instant.
Yan Xinglie had already broken through the third level of the formation, and the ghost prefect was within reach of his sword.
However, the golden light protecting his body was shattered, and there were several wounds all over his body. The most serious one was on his left rib, where he was scratched by a zombie transformed by his colleagues from the Zhenfu Division. The bones were clearly visible.
However, it's still too late, the ghost prefect's spell has been completed. The will-o'-the-wisp formed a green jade bead in his hand.
His face under the black crown was solemn. He pointed forward with his hand, and the jade beads turned into a stream of light and shot out.
Yan Xinglie's skill was truly extraordinary. In the midst of the flash of lightning, he still had time to move his hill-like body, twist his waist to avoid the will-o'-the-wisp, and at the same time raised his sword to protect his vitals with the blade.
But a sinister smile appeared on the ghost prefect's solemn face, and he suddenly uttered a word.
"Edict."
Immediately, the will-o'-the-wisp swelled up silently and turned into a huge fireball. Yan Xinglie was swept into the fire without any resistance.
Looking at the green fire dancing in front of him, the ghost governor chuckled:
"What a tough judge, it's just like..."
Before he finished speaking, a big hand stretched out from the fire. Although the hand was torn open by the will-o'-the-wisp, it was still strong and strong. Its five fingers were like iron pliers, tightly gripping the ghost prefect's face.
Then, there was a "boom".
The black cloak rolled away and flames spread out.
Yan Xinglie's majestic body reappeared in front of him.
The ghost governor couldn't believe it.
"how……"
This hand grabbed him, raised him a little, and then slammed him down.
The luxurious car underneath suddenly fell into pieces.
The ghosts cleared the way and drove out the patrolling ghost prefect, who was beaten into the mud.
…………
The moonlight is chilling and the night wind is chilly.
Surrounded by ghosts.
The cloak still has lingering flames.
Yan Xinglie has captured the enemy leader.
Although he has completely failed, he is lying at the opponent's feet, with his wealth and life at the mercy of his opponent.
The ghost prefect still kept shouting at the top of his lungs:
"Yan Xinglie, even if you kill me now, you still won't be able to escape the pursuit of my sect. If you know what's going on, surrender to me. I..."
Yan Xinglie smiled contemptuously and took off the ghost head.
………………
After the death of the ghost governor, the remaining ghosts were dead, scattered, and some were fighting randomly. It didn't take much effort to clean them up.
Yan Xinglie led the horse and walked on the forest road. There were no pursuers behind him for the time being, so he could find a place to repair and replenish supplies. The best place was naturally the nearby military camp.
"Quack."
A red-eyed crow landed on the saddle, the wise bird bringing good news.
"Is there a group of officers and soldiers nearby?"
Following the bird's guidance, Yan Xinglie broke into a brightly lit open space.
Before he could understand the situation, he dove in headlong.
"I am Yan Xinglie, the captain of the demon-challenging school under the command of Long Xiangwei of the Town and Fu Division. Take me to see your general at once."
After finishing speaking, Yan Xinglie finally saw the situation clearly, but he was a little dazed.
There had just been a fight in the field, and the weapons in the hands of some of the officers and soldiers were still dripping with blood. The corpses lying on the ground had neither armor nor weapons, and were mixed with pale hair and green horns. There were still a few disheveled men lying on top of the motionless woman.
A man dressed as a general quickly lifted up his pants and asked carefully:
"Zhenfu Division?"
Yan Xinglie was confused and didn't know what to say.
at this time.
"Yeah."
The woman's coquettish voice suddenly sounded, the tone was slightly hoarse but also lazy and charming, as if a pair of small hands were plucking the heartstrings.
Yan Xinglie glanced sideways, and saw that the woman on the saddle happened to wake up at this moment; she happened to make such a seductive nasal voice; and she happened to raise her head, revealing her charming face, with long hair hanging down like clouds; and finally she happened to stand up, Revealing undulating, rounded lines.
"Gulu."
Yan Xinglie knew what the sound was without looking. Sure enough, the general's cautious expression turned greedy and fierce.
As greedy as a wolf, as ruthless as a sheep, and having served on the battlefield for many years, how could he not know the virtues of these soldiers?
Yan Xinglie sighed softly.
"Oh, this witch."
He looked at the corpse on the ground again.
"Hmph! Beast!"
