Chapter 378shi e 3

"Give up unnecessary resistance and join my men to enjoy the feast of blood..."

The murmur mixed with solemn ghost crying interfered with Fang Qiuyao's mind, and Sensen's corpse breath made him breathless. Countless ghost images of blue-faced tusks appeared in front of him, and the enchanting hallucinations wrapped around his ears.

He couldn't tell the direction, bumped like a headless fly, and hurriedly avoided the huge mud waves coming from all directions, and was tortured by countless ghosts crying. He only felt that the sky and earth were swaying and spinning, and there was no place for him.

"Brother Fang, are you still alive?" Qin Yan's voice faintly came from the distance, but it seemed to be far away in the sky. It was blown away by the cold ghost wind, and it was almost indistinguishable.

Fang Qiuyao's heart was shocked and replied, "I--" He opened his mouth and said a word, and there was a fishy cold wind poured into his mouth and drank down his throat. The cold breath penetrated his stomach and intestines, making his eyes white, and he fell to the ground and rolled repeatedly, using his milking energy to take a breath.

The wind roared around him, and an inexplicable palpitation made him suddenly recover and suddenly turned over and jumped up. However, he still failed to avoid all the attacks. His right wrist suddenly sank, and the hilt of the sword was entangled in something. He still had time to turn his head to look, and suddenly there was a long red strip in front of him, which dragged down vertically, bright red like blood, and shaking in front of him.

His heart trembled and he looked up tremblingly. Then, he saw a gray figure hanging in front of him and swinging in the wind. A pair of protruding eyes looked down at him, gloomy and full of viciousness. And the red strip suddenly hung the tongue from the mouth.

I don't know when he was surrounded by a group of hanging ghosts.

The hanging ghost in front of him looked into his eyes and showed an extremely gloomy smile, and his long tongue full of blood suddenly bounced up and shot at his neck.

Fang Qiuyao was so shocked that he tried his best to deflect his head and dodged the straight thorn of his long tongue. However, the tongue swirled back, wrapped around his neck, and was about to strangle him to death... No, the fierce force was to hang his head directly. He heard the sound of his fragile throat bone about to break.

At this time, a crystal bright light suddenly flew over and tore the dark curtain like thunder, making this Shura hell-like field stagnate for a moment.

It is the thunder-like sword spirit, bright as the moonlight, flying like a wild dragon, with overwhelming frost, covered with a layer of silver and white color on the dirty and muddy roads along the way. The gloom in the dark field has weakened a lot.

The gray bodies of many hanging ghosts were cut to pieces by sword spirit in a moment. Qin Yan's figure appeared in front of Fang Qiuyao and shouted in a low voice, "Help me support me, I will attack you!"

Fang Qiuyao finally gasped, coughed repeatedly, and nodded with a heavy head.

Qin Yan turned around, raised the frost and cold sword towards the huge black mud wave behind him, and cut down with the momentum of splitting the mountain.

The waves are galloping, like Qiongyu scattered everywhere, and thousands of layers of snowflakes splashed on the ground, patting the shore through the air, surging and turbulence. After several unyielding shocks, the invincible sharpness finally tore a crack in the clouds and ghost fog. Qin Yan's body flashed away and swept into the deepest part of the fog, and Fang Qiuyao followed closely.

The heavy pressure in all directions is almost suffocating.

At this time, Qin Yan has spawned his sword spirit to the extreme. With the spiritual cultivation of the primary realm of the locality, he forcibly exerted the strong sword spirit at the peak, and destroyed the skillful spirit, but his own body spirit also flew away. Knowing that he could not hold on for a long time, he completely gave up his defense and was ready to cut the immortal body in the realm into dust in one fell swoop.

It's just that his desperate approach has brought an unbearable burden to Fang Qiuyao. Although Qin Yan's passionate footsteps were heroic, the young master of the Hunjiang Gang who followed him was unable to appreciate his magical swordsmanship, and he was so sad that he could not breathe.

It's too reluctant to maintain the defense of two people with his unfinished swordsmanship.

A wave of death surged in, Fang Qiuyao's mind fell asleep again, and his ears buzzed, and hallucinations came one after another.

He felt that there were only himself and Qin Yan left in the world. In the dark, several giant dragonflies wrapped around two small bodies and danced around, and a huge whirlpool was rapidly spreading under their feet to drag them into the eternal abyss.

It's unmatched and irresistible. The frustration of the cone heart tortured the young master of the Hunjiang Gang crazily, and he even had the idea of throwing his sword to admit defeat.

What heroic righteousness, what great righteousness, in front of the doomsday scene of the earth turning over and the landslides and tsunami, they have become the words of ants that are beyond their own power.

He hasn't collapsed, just because there is still the last gentle place left in his heart, which is the regret that he is willing to bury here and guard someone...

However, a sudden and powerful force extinguished all the luck in his heart, and the deep-water beast coiled in the black tide finally poked out its head at this time. It turned out that the whirlpool under their feet was actually its terrible mouth, and the two rows of sharp teeth closed together, as if the desert from the ancient flood and famine Fragile flying ants swallowed it.

The strong and fierce sword spirit issued by Qin Yan also fell into the mouth of the giant beast, and then it was restless.

'It's over...' Fang Qiuyao sighed in his heart. The illusions of Jiaolong and Vortex disappeared, and the world in his eyes fell into complete darkness. The events of his life are traced back, and the moment of sobriety before his death made him choose to freeze the picture at a certain moment half a month ago. At that time, Miss Ye smiled at him for the first time...

Several women watching the battle in the distance and not far away changed their faces.

"No matter how indulgent the banquet is, it should come to an end." With king-like arrogance and arrogance, Zhao Zhiping's voice slowly sounded in the thick fog, "Don't rebel against me anymore. All the struggles are just futile. It doesn't make sense to be a car. For me who has understood the way of life and death, you..."

He suddenly stopped his mouth and sharpened his toes, trying to escape from the sudden palpitations in his chest. But it was too late. One thousandth of a second could not tolerate him making too many movements. A cold blade stabbed out of the ink on the side and suddenly pierced into his lower abdomen.

"How can..." The immortal body of the dark night king trembled, suddenly kicked back, pulled out of the blade, and wanted to run away far away. But his panicked movements revealed a bigger flaw, and the frost sword caught up again and pierced his heart.