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You can search for the "Fiction Search System (www.soxs.cc)" in Baidu to find the latest chapter!The headless corpse fell on a horse, raising a cloud of dust.

The blood is mixed with the smell of sand, with a bloody nose that makes people very uncomfortable.

The black rider sitting on the saddle did not speak, and was as cold as a stone. From the mask pulled down from the black helmet, only a pair of cold eyes showed through, like a machine that could only kill, without a trace of the death of his partner. , As if only an animal died.

Facing Yang Ming's question, the only answer to him was a stormy attack!

A ray of red light emerged on the black armor, and a black rider bent a bow and shot an arrow, as if to sound the horn of attack.

Immediately afterwards, the remaining thirty-odd black knights appeared colorful soul power rays, and the eight immortals crossed the sea to show their magical powers, each displaying their best soul abilities.

The ground under Yang Ming's feet vibrated for a while, and a bag of soil swelled up immediately following the ground, and a triangular cone pierced the soil. It was necessary to thread Yang Ming from the bottom to the head!

The three gouyu jade in Yang Ming's eyes turned, seeing all of this in his eyes, using the ghost and shadowy steps, Shi Shiran avoided the ground thorns while avoiding the arrows shot from the face of his pocket.

At this moment, the air in Yang Ming's body suddenly became extremely viscous, as if he fell into the mud, and a lot of strength was involved between his movements, which invisibly reduced Yang Ming's speed and restricted his agility. Shenfa.

"Roar!"

A black rider leaped off the black horse, a beast-like roar deep in his throat, a glimpse of a beast's soul appeared on his body, his bones crackled like fried beans, his forehead broke the helmet. Limit, bulge a huge one-meter long horn.

This black rider ran towards Yang Ming and wanted to pierce Yang Ming's abdomen with his huge horn on his forehead!

There were spirit power fluctuations in Yang Ming's body, a large amount of spirit power gathered on his legs, his speed suddenly increased by a line, abruptly breaking through the shackles of the surrounding viscous air, his toes lightly touched the ground, and leapt up like a dragonfly. The black rider leaped over a parabola on his head.

At the same time, Yang Ming's knife pointed down and swiped down.

A green lotus sword aura shot out, tearing apart the helmet of the black rider underneath, cutting his head in half, and splashing red and white on the ground.

In mid-air, Yang Ming turned a somersault, and the moment he landed on the ground, he immediately rolled to a donkey next to him, avoiding a heavy hammer.

Yang Ming struck a carp and stood up from the ground. He saw a black horseman holding a heavy hammer-shaped martial arts spirit, chasing after him reluctantly.

At the same time, behind Yang Ming, the three black knights were holding bows and crossbows, or they were holding spears, and they formed a pair of bread with the black knights holding hammers.

In addition, the control ability that made Yang Ming feel disgusting just now came again, and the air around Yang Ming became extremely viscous again, as if being in a swamp.

Xiao Wu was evading the attack of the black horse around him, and while watching Yang Ming's battle, let out a shock:

"Yang Ming should be fine, right?"

Tang San pressed the mechanism hidden in his sleeve with his left hand. Tang Sect was good at machine-like hidden weapons, and after nearly a year of meticulous construction, Tang San had already hidden countless hidden weapons.

Silent sleeve arrows shot out, every time a black shadow pierced the air, and a black rider who didn’t pay attention would be caught by Tang Sanyin. The sharp arrows would cut through the skin and plunge deeply into the flesh. It will be difficult to pull out for a while.

Hearing this, Tang San smiled.

"Xiao Wu, don't worry about Yang Ming, I believe he has his own way!"

As soon as the voice fell, a sword sounded in the field.

Xiao Wu's beautiful eyes are rippling with autumn light, and Yang Ming is holding a mysterious sword, the sword is like a dragon, swinging a long sword freely.

Chopping, chopping, collapse, licking, gridding, washing, cutting, stabbing, stirring, pressing, hanging, and sweeping, dexterously displayed in Yang Ming's hands, or fierce without casting, or tenderness like water, freely swallowing, smooth and smooth .U9 e-book www.u9txt.com

There is an illusion in the trance that Yang Ming doesn't seem to be besieged at all, but rather seems to come to spring.

Qinglian Jianqi, four vertical and eight horizontal!

The black rider holding the heavy hammer kept under his feet, and seemed to smash it up with the heavy hammer without admitting defeat, and he wanted to win the battle with the sword spirit!

I don't know what this heavy hammer martial spirit is all about, it actually broke the sword energy easily!

A trace of contempt flashed in the eyes of the black rider holding a heavy hammer, and he charged with a spirit.

Yang Ming's gaze condensed, in the eyes of the black riders who surrounded him, he turned into a sword aura again, sword aura!

After Yang Ming obtained the mysterious sword, he still can't remember how many people he killed, but every time he kills a person, the mysterious sword will increase its sharpness a little.

Yang Ming was holding a mysterious sword, incarnate with five sharp sword auras, the armor that Heiqi wore was almost like thin paper, and was easily cut in half by Yang Ming!

The black rider holding a heavy hammer stagnated. A long bloodstain started from his forehead and slid all the way down to his lower body. Facing the loess, he fell into a pool of blood, just as he rushed into the Holy Soul Village to kill and kill The same as those innocent villagers.

In addition to him, the black knights who had just attacked with him were also dead.

Blood shed all over the place.

Sword Qi gathers and reshapes the body.

Yang Ming stood holding the sword, blood on the sword, and the blood on it was still warm.

Shaking a sword flower, letting the blood drop, the rippling sword light reflected Yang Ming's eyes full of thunder and anger. The more angry at the enemy in his heart, the colder the words he said, almost like a cold winter. Coldly said:

"Next, who else!"

The remaining black riders were silent for a while.

What people like them never expected was that apart from Yang Ming, which was hard to bite, the other two Tang San and Xiao Wu were not easy to deal with.

Needless to say, Xiao Wu, a 100,000-year soul beast transformed into a human form, even if he didn't develop much strength in order to avoid revealing his identity, it was definitely not someone that these spirit masters and great spirit masters could deal with.

And Tang San was playing fish in troubled waters in the field. With the help of Lan Yincao's seemingly rubbish spirit, he always reversed the victory at the most critical moment, and made many black horses feel painful and desperate by using Lan Yincao's entanglement spirit ability. , With the invisible Xiujian of the yin, it is simply!

In desperation, the remaining black riders chose to ask for help.

A sharp Xiao sound sounded, melodiously passed to the distance.

It must be explained that after entering the Holy Soul Village, the two hundred black riders were divided into four teams, each with fifty people, galloping around the village, killing people and burning houses.

After hearing the signal transmitted here, the three black cavalry teams that were originally separated immediately turned their heads and moved towards reinforcements.

Vaguely hearing the sound of horseshoes coming from three directions, Yang Ming and the three people suddenly turned black.

Even if the three of them join forces and want to defeat nearly two hundred soul masters and great soul masters, it will not be an easy task.

Now, trouble!

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