Chapter 162 Both sides are injured

Ning Caichen, who rushed out of the ghost soldiers, held high the demon-killing sword in his hand and came to Nie Xiaoqian's side shouting.

Looking at Ning Caichen, who rushed out of the siege and rushed towards her, Nie Xiaoqian cried and said, "Ning Caichen, go quickly! Leave me alone! Otherwise, you will die!"

"No, we're just here to save you. How can we leave you alone!" Ning Caichen said, raising his sword and cutting off the chain in Nie Xiaoqian's hand.

"Xiaoqian, come with us!" Ning Caichen took Nie Xiaoqian's hand and quickly broke through to the place where there were few people under the cover of Yiye Zhiqiu.

"Step, step!" With the heavy sound of horses' hoofs, the ghost general holding two axes took the ghost soldiers out of the fog and killed Yiye Zhiqiu.

Looking at the ghost general who ran on horseback, Yiye Zhiqiu held the sword and shouted without looking back; "You go first, I'll stop them!"

"Be careful, I'll take Ning Caichen out first." Nie Xiaoqian said, pulling Ning Caichen's hand and flying into the sky.

"Yan Hero continues!" Ning Caichen, who flew into the air, shouted, threw the demon-killing sword in his hand and threw it to Yan Chixia, who was suppressed by Qin Hui because he had no weapons in his hand.

"The sword shines!" Yan Chixia, who received the sword, bit her finger, smeared blood on the blade, and fought with Qin Hui.

Yan Chixia deserves to be a master with the title of the first swordsman in the world. He holds the sword in his hand, and his strength will at least double than when he did not have a sword.

"Ding, Ding, Ding, Ding." The sword in their hands kept fighting, and they fell into a hard battle for a while.

Looking at Yan Chixia, who was comparable to Qin Hui, and worried about the safety of his nephew, he did not chase Ning Caichen and others who wanted to escape. Instead, he stood up from the stone tablet and rushed to Yan Chixia with his intestines in his body. Because in his opinion, Nie Xiaoqian and these nosy guys are not as important as their nephews at all.

"Nep, don't panic, uncle is here!" The old black demon smiled and rushed to Yan Chixia with his intestines.

Looking at these intestines that rushed in, Qin Hui and Yan Chixia's swords intersect and shouted; "Don't help me, martial arts is like sailing against the water. There is no progress if you don't fight with masters. After shouting this, Qin Hui looked at Yan Chixia in front of her and said again, "Fight with me with all your strength. As long as you can beat me, I will guarantee you to leave safely."

"Do you keep your word?" Yan Chixia looked at the intestines returned by the old Montenegrin demon and asked in a loud voice.

"My nephew means what I mean!" The old demon of Montenegro said with a smile.

"Okay, as long as I catch you, I see what else the old demon of Montenegro has to say." Yan Chixia looked at the old black demon who retreated, and then waved her sword and attacked repeatedly.

"Step, step!"

Looking at the approaching ghost cavalry, Yiye Zhiqiu bit his finger and quickly wrote a big word on the palm of his hand.

"The divine soldiers are as urgent as the law, sure!" Yiye Zhiqiu clapped his palms and hit the running ghost cavalry.

With Yiye Zhiqiu's fixation, except for the highly cultivated ghost generals, other ghost cavalry, even people and horses, were directly fixed in place.

"You have to fight quickly, otherwise my fixed skills can't determine how long these ghost soldiers will last!" Seeing that his fixed technique was ineffective against the ghost general, Yiye Zhiqiu held the sword and greeted him.

The way of fighting ghost generals is like a real general. On one side of the ghost sword on the horse's back, he raised the big axe in his hand and chopped towards Yiye Zhiqiu.

"Death!" With a loud shout, the powerful ghost general smashed Yiye Zhiqiu's sword at the moment of the battle between the big axe and the sword in his hand.

"Good guy! He is worthy of being a general under the old demon of Montenegro. What a great strength!" Ye Zhiqiu, who retreated repeatedly, held the hand of the sword tightly and trembled gently. Obviously, he suffered a dark loss in the confrontation just now.

Looking at the man in front of him, the ghost flew up from the horse, waved the two axes in his hand, and split into a leaf Zhiqiu who retreated continuously.

"Ding! Ding!" After each attack, Yiye Zhiqiu took a step back and withdrew from a distance of more than ten meters after a while.

"No, I can't retreat any more. If I retreat, I will be suppressed to death by him!" After thinking about it, Yiye Zhiqiu drilled into the ground and used the art of escape.

The ghost will hold the axe and look around back and forth, looking for the position of Yiye Zhiqiu.

"Uh!" The ghost general, who had been looking around, fell aside with a cry of pain.

"My legs! My leg!" The ghost looked at his broken foot, then grabbed the broken leg and pressed it back.

Ye Zhiqiu, who wanted to come up to check the results of the war, poked out a head in the soil and saw the ghost general who connected the broken leg at a glance.

"I think you can press it several times!" Looking at the ghost general who became active again, Yiye Zhiqiu got into the soil again.

"Bang!" With a blast, a leaf Zhiqiu, who walked through the earth, drilled directly from behind the ghost, and then cut off the ghost's head with a sword. Looking at the sword light drawn from his sword, Yiye Zhiqiu smiled with a divided victory and defeat. But before Ye Zhiqiu finished laughing, the ghost general's figure disappeared.

"Where are the people! He will still be invisible!" Yiye Zhiqiu looked at the empty ground in front of him with a doubtful look on his face. Because just as the sword crossed, not only did there not be a scene of the head landing, but also the ghost in front of him disappeared.

In general, Yiye Zhiqiu is more like a Taoist priest who casts spells than a mage who eliminates demons with swords. So there is no good way for him to do this stealth without a charm.

“.. Ah!..." With a scream, Yiye Zhiqiu was cut directly on the shoulder by a ghost general who suddenly appeared behind him. After the ghost general's blow, the ghost general's figure disappeared again.

"Damn, if it goes on like this, you must be consumed to death by him!"

Yiye Zhiqiu felt the pain on his shoulder and scolded while taking a few steps back. After a few steps back, Yiye Zhiqiu supported his body with a sword and pulled out the axe cut on his shoulder.

"Wh, sw!" With the sound of the weapon waving, the ghost will suddenly appear beside Yiye Zhiqiu, and every time an axe is waved, the ghost will disappear again.

"Ding!" With the collision of weapons, Zhiqiu, a long sword in his hand was bounced away by a big axe, and was kicked on the chest by a ghost.

"Puff!" Zhiqiu, who was kicked and injured, knelt on one knee and spit out a mouthful of blood.

"What is this? It's sand and footprints!" Ye Zhiqiu, who lowered his head and knelt on the ground, looked at the vague footprints that suddenly appeared on the sand in front of him, and thought about it secretly.

Ye Zhiqiu struggled to stand up, then covered his chest and ran to the distance.

"I want to go!" The ghost will look at Ye Zhiqiu, who is about to escape, grab the axe and quickly chase him away.

Ye Zhiqiu ran while looking around from time to time, showing a look of fear. And the ghost general who wanted to make contributions quickly chased after Yiye Zhiqiu's expression with a ferocious smile.

The two of you chased after me, and in a short time, they ran into a desert full of yellow sand.

In fact, there is no essential difference between the invisibility that the ghost will have, except that it is faster than the maids of Pudu Cihang. Therefore, as soon as he came to this small sandy land, the hidden ghost general immediately fell into the sand with his feet because of his armor and the big axe in his hand.

In this way, the ghost will run fast, chase after Yiye Zhiqiu, and step on the sand with two lines of clear marks.

"It's coming!" Yiye Zhiqiu looked at the sudden footprints on the left, suddenly lowered his head, and directly flashed the big axe.

"It's so fast! Run to the right so quickly!" Looking at the sudden footprints on the right, Yiye Zhiqiu turned over and swept away to the right side with a sword. After the sword and the axe, Yiye Zhiqiu suddenly turned around and threw the sword in his hand behind him.

"Uh!" With a scream, the ghost pulled out the sword pierced into his body, and then kept changing his position, trying to disturb Yiye Zhiqiu's judgment.

"You can't leave!" Look at the footprints that appear before and after your body that are not changing. Yiye Zhiqiu pressed his temples with both hands, and then pointed out; "Wind and thunder!"

"Boom!" After the red light flashed, he didn't figure out why his invisibility was invalid. With a burst of explosion, it turned into dust in the sand of the hammer.

After killing the ghost general, Yiye Zhiqiu looked at the wound split by a big axe on his shoulder and grinned and said, "Huh! If I had a charm, I would have killed you!" After saying this, Yiye Zhiqiu held the sword and walked in the direction of Yan Chixia.

"Ding, Ding, Ding, Ding!" With the sound of the sword, Qin Hui kept rotating the sword in her hand and fought with Yan Chixia.

The sword in their hands turned faster and faster, and finally they only saw the shadow of the sword without seeing the body of the sword.

"Let go!" With a loud shout, Yan Chixia picked up the sword and took the seven-star sword in Qin Hui's hand into the air.

"You are the same!" Qin Hui shouted loudly, clicked on the hilt of the sword in Yan Chixia's hand, and kicked out the demon-killing sword in Yan Chixia's hand.

"Haha, your sword is gone. I'll see how you fight with me!" Yan Chixia laughed, and then grabbed each other's arms with Qin Hui like a wrestler and said loudly.

Qin Hui looked at Yan Chixia in front of her, with a smile on her face; "At first, I ate with my fists and feet, and later I played Kendo. Now that your sword is gone, I'd like to see what you can fight with me!"

Qin Hui shook her arm and directly broke away from Yan Chixia's arm lock action. After Qin Hui broke away, he entered Yan Chixia like a cheetah and waved his hands to his chest repeatedly.

"Smile!" With the sound of the cloth strip being torn apart, Qin Hui threw away the cloth in her hand, looked at Yan Chixia with a smile and said, "How's it going? My fists are good, aren't I?"

Yan Chixia looked at the four blood stains on her chest and was secretly bitter. Because he didn't expect that Qin Hui's skills would be so powerful. Without a sword in his hand, he is no match for him at all.

"Ah!" After a big shout, Yan Chixia ignored Qin Hui's fist on her body, but held him in her arms and pushed him back repeatedly.

"What's the use of you grabbing me!" Looking at Yan Chixia clasping her waist, Qin Hui broke free twice, hammered her hands and smashed Yan Chixia's back.

Every time Qin Hui hits hard, Yan Chixia's body will shake. And in this way, Yan Chixia still hugged Qin Hui's waist and pushed it back desperately.

"Puff!" After pushing more than a dozen steps in a row, Yan Chixia spewed out a mouthful of blood, but a stiff smile appeared on her face.

Looking at the ugly smile on Yan Chixia's face, Qin Hui couldn't help looking back.

With Qin Hui's look back, he saw that a sword box was not far away from him, and the sword box was facing him.

"Hahaha! The sword is back to the sheath!" Yan Chixia hugged Qin Hui and shouted at the position of the sword box.

"Wo!" With a burst of sound, Yan Chixia's demon-killing sword flew directly and shot at the two of them.

The position of the demon-killing sword is directly in front of Qin Hui, but the sword box returned to the sheath is behind them. Therefore, once the sword is returned to its sheath, the only way is to pass through the bodies of Qin Hui and Yan Chixia.

"You're crazy!" Qin Hui looked at the flying demon-killing sword and hit Yan Chixia's back with her elbow, trying to break free from his constraints.

"Hahaha! The demon-killing sword is united with my heart, which can't hurt me!" Yan Chixia laughed and held Qin Hui's waist tightly. No matter how Qin Hui broke free, he was unmoved.

"Be careful, nephew!" The old demon of Montenegro looked at this sudden change and stood up in shock.