Chapter 301 Ghost Soldiers Attack

"Old Qin, Old Qin." Zhang Ming's voice was a little rushed: "I'm besieged. What the fuck are these people? Why can't I see them?"

After receiving his call, Qin Yang tightened his whole body and said calmly, "Don't worry, tell me your location."

"Thirty miles southwest of Nanyang, if you don't come, I'm really going to die." Zhang Ming's movement was a little messy. While driving crazily, Qin Yang rushed out of the base, got on a motorcycle, put on communication headphones, and said, "When did it happen?"

"Just this morning, I woke up early in the morning and felt a knife on my neck." Zhang Ming said hurriedly, "Later, someone seemed to appear in the void. Anyway, it's fucking strange."

Qin Yang secretly scolded for death all his life. He got up in the morning and slept a little dead. He didn't pay attention to the vision of the ghost soldiers. Unexpectedly, he was taken a gap by the ghost soldiers of the rest of the spokespersons. At this time, he was watching that several of his ghost soldiers had all returned to the hell space and were waiting for recovery, which made Qin Yang scold careless, and the accelerator was even more twisted. Bottom.

"Lao Qin, you'd better hurry up." Zhang Ming said anxiously, "If I really die later, the most hateful thing is that I don't know where the enemy is until now."

"Immediate, speed up, don't care about the traffic police restrictions, I will meet you as soon as possible." After Qin Yang finished speaking, he hung up the communication.

More than 30 miles away, not long or short. The two cars traveled opposite each other, and the meeting time was much less. About ten minutes later, they met in the suburbs. The weather was sunny, and the autumn wind was a little bleak. There was no one around. Qin Yang saw a Volkswagen coming quickly and waved. Zhang Ming quickly stepped on the accelerator and slipped. Before he arrived at Qinyang, as soon as he got out of the car, he suddenly saw a big knife brushing his cheek and splitting backwards. Then there was a sonorous sound in his ear. He was so scared that he lay on the ground and hurriedly climbed behind Qin Yang.

"What's the situation?" Zhang Ming asked in fear.

Qin Yang stared at the front. Zhang Ming looked along, only to find that an unmanned vehicle leaned over, stopped 30 meters in front of him, swallowed his saliva, and felt a little incredible. Qin Yang's face remained unchanged and said, "Drive my motorcycle back. No one will harass you on the road. Go back to the base immediately. It's the safest place."

Zhang Ming nodded quickly and said, "Be careful."

He said that he was driving a motorcycle and ran away. Some ghost soldiers in the spiritual world wanted to track it, but they were stopped by Qin Yang.

"Okay, good, a small third-level spokesperson." A seven-level ghost soldier stepped forward in a gloomy tone, which was the same voice he had heard in South America before. From this, it can be seen that the spokesperson of the spiritual world has reached the seventh-level space, not the sixth-level guessed last time. In this way, the pressure on Qin Yang is very great.

"The third-level spokesperson is also enough to kill you, a seven-level ghost soldier." Qin Yang said with a sneer.

"Qinyang, Ningji Nanjia, hahahaha." The spokesperson of the spiritual world laughed wildly, "If I had known that you were in South America, I would have left you." Tell me, which necromancer are you in?"

"Do you believe it or not, it's higher than you?" Qin Yang sneered and said, "I'm waiting for you at Huaxia Wulinmen, Huaxia Qinyang."

"Okay, I'll be the first to destroy the Wulin Gate behind you." The spokesperson of the spiritual world laughed, and the three ghost soldiers flashed away. Qin Yang sneered and threw seven flying knives in his hand. The two six-level ghost soldiers disappeared into the void before they could dodge, while the remaining seven-level ghost soldiers turned around in the air and rushed to kill.

Qin Yang sneered, and the treasure knife danced a secret force to kill the past. The sound of jingling is endless. The spokesperson of the spiritual world knows that since his ghost soldiers can't deal with this third-level spokesperson, the undead space behind this spokesperson is indeed higher than himself. The treasure knife weighing 81 catties is in Qin Yang's hands. Like a feather, it is as heavy as Mount Tai in the eyes of the enemy. With a buzzing collision, a broken blade appeared out of thin air and fell to the ground.

The seven-level ghost soldier threw away half of the samurai sword in his hand and killed it with his bare hands, but Qin Yang's body trembled and jumped into the air. Countless legs were covered with shadows. The ghost soldier was caught off guard and flew out. Before he could fall to the ground, a treasure knife passed through his throat and then inserted into the ground.

"I'll come to you." After the spokesperson of the spiritual world said, the ghost soldier disappeared out of thin air.

Qin Yang put away the knife, got into Zhang Ming's car, and lit a cigarette.

"Isn't it too early for you to reveal your identity so much? After all, the Holy Alliance will not let you go. The housekeeper asked with some worries.

Qin Yang smoked a cigarette and said, "The Bliss Hall is only a subordinate organization of the twelve organizations, which shows that the level of the spokespersons of the spiritual world is lower than the twelve spokespersons of the twelve organizations. If he knew a undead space with only three levels, what would he do? Is it to swallow alone or to share with others? If it were me, I would definitely choose to swallow it alone. After all, this is an excellent shortcut to improve my strength.

"So you are sure that the spokesperson of the spiritual world will not report on this matter?" The housekeeper said, "This is also reasonable."

"Moreover, he won't know that I can reach level 4 hell at any time. I'm going to wait for him to come, put out a trap and swallow him." Qin Yang said gloomily.

"But how can you deal with him alone?" The housekeeper asked, "And don't forget that you still have a family. Maybe many people know that there is only one way to offend your family, but will the spokesperson of the spiritual world think so?"

"But in Huaxia, there is a place he absolutely dares not go." Qin Yang sneered.

"You mean Kunlun Xianshan?" Zuo Ci asked.

Qin Yang nodded and said, "According to Batanek, another mysterious force in China has been fighting against the twelve organizations, and even making the twelve organizations unable to step into China in recent decades. At present, I can only think of Kunlun Xianshan, twelve nine-level endorsements. No one can be arrogant in China. Does a seven-level spokesperson dare?

"Then how do you deal with the spokesperson of the spiritual world?"

"The home battle is now arranged." Qin Yang smiled and said, "But at present, I'm going to Wulinmen to see a scene."

After paying attention, Qin Yang began to take action. First, he asked for leave for Qin Yao and Gao Xiaolan, who were still in Yanjing, and then invited several beautiful women who were still in Nanyang to Nanyang, Liu Molan, Liu Yan, Wei Xiaoran, Qi Mengwei, Han Dongxue, and Tao Caijie, who happened to come with Xiaomei on holiday. As for Cheng Ying, from Haitian rushed back and did not plan to go to Kunlun Xianshan. Several people met in a real sense. Of course, Qin Yang didn't have much time to explain. He just asked Zhang Ming to take them to Kunlun Xianshan. Maybe he felt Qin Yang's anxiety, and they didn't plan to ask. Of course, there was no need to interrogate Zhang Ming on the way.