Seventy-two Changes of the Evil Spirits

wilderness.

The number of rides will compete with each other in the next month.

Yan Xinglie clings to the supple temples, and the cold and damp air from the south pierced into the collar, raising the cloak high.

Behind him, in the shadow cast by the cliff, the rush of horse hooves followed closely.

The hoof sound is sharp and light, but it does not mean that the distance is far.

soon.

Sanqi followed closely, moving out of the mountain shadow.

The cold moonlight shone on the white and miserable bones, and the dry skin was covered with worn-out armor. The visitor turned out to be not a living person.

Yan Xinglie didn't stop, and dismissed these three "tails" first, because the birds circling in the sky told him that there was more to come.

Reckless fighting will not help, but will slow down and get into trouble.

But suddenly, in the shadow in front of him, he jumped out again.

This suddenly appeared, and the distance between the two sides was almost face to face. The horses galloped with all their strength and couldn't dodge. Yan Xinglie had only time to pull away the spear stabbed by the opponent, and the two horses smashed into each other sturdily.

The collision caused the yellow horse to stop and stagger a few steps in a daze. The ghost horse was knocked out and fell apart before it landed.

But the knight immediately jumped off the horse with preparations, taking advantage of the time when the yellow horse was knocked into a daze, he drew his sword and slashed at the horse's head.

It's hard to avoid it for a while. Yan Xinglie grabbed the reins and pulled the horse's hooves into the air with brute force, avoiding the blade.

And when the big iron hoof fell, it was stepping on the ghost's forehead, stomping his head straight into the chest cavity, and stepping into the yellow mud.

Although this ghost rider was solved, the three riders behind him also caught up with it in just a short amount of time.

Judging from the short encounter, Yan Xinglie concluded that these ghost soldiers were not stupid ghosts, and should have retained some means of fighting in front of them.

really.

Although the three horses were chasing at the same time, but Yiqi had a short pause before wandering around the outer circle. The other two riders also made a bend, outflanking one from the left and the other from the right.

Yan Xinglie didn't move, staring at the two riders coldly, slashing left and right, and flanked.

When I approached, I suddenly raised my right hand and drank:

"disease!"

Suddenly, there was a dazzling light in his hand.

"Seriously."

When the two ghost riders were illuminated by this strong light, they immediately turned their backs on their backs.

The glare will die soon.

Yan Xinglie had already jumped off the horse and hit him. The ghost rider with the knife was knocked out by him, hitting the big tree on the roadside, and torn apart. Then, with a vigorous swing of the epee, the other rider was crushed into a ball of bones and flesh.

At the same time, the sound of horses' hoofs behind the ears was rushing.

The ghost rider who swept the formation had arrived on horseback and stabbed in with a single shot.

Yan Xinglie didn't use the sword. He stretched out his arm and clamped the spear under his arm. After two steps back, the ghost rider could hardly shake him. Instead, he was smashed to the ground with his horse and man. Stomped on the skull with one foot.

As the battle turned and disappeared, Yan Xinglie retracted his sword and returned to its sheath, and there was a little warmth on his cheeks.

But it was the horse who came to kiss the master.

He patted his old man's neck, and found that the horse was panting quickly, and his feet trembled slightly.

Yes, this yellow horse is magical again, carrying a giant man like Yan with a big beard, and driving day and night, has reached its limit.

Yan Xinglie thought for a while before making a decision.

He pulled out a pair of paper people and horses from his suitcase, smeared his blood and the horse's blood separately, and threw them to the ground.

The moonlight was faint, and after a weird expansion and change, it turned into the appearance of Huang Puma and Yan Xinglie. It's just that Yan Xinglie turned into a paper man. Under a big beard, there is a big white face like a powder, and there are two blushes on his cheeks, don't have a strange feeling of joy.

Yan Xinglie wandered around the paper man and horse, especially inadequate.

With a clap, he dragged a **** cloth bag from the saddle. Untied the cloth bag, there was a lady in red with snow-skinned skin and charming features, but his hands were locked with thick iron shackles. In a deep sleep, my brows were still frowning, and it seemed I was pitiful.

However, the beard did not show any pity, and he threw onto the saddle when he mentioned the woman. He grabbed a pile of rotten bones from the ground, stuffed them in a cloth bag, and tied them on a paper horse.

"go."

The paper man and the horse went eastward in response.

After doing all this, Yan Xinglie took the horse and dived into the woods beside the road, and at the same time, did not forget to clean up his footprints.

Not long.

On the road, the sound of hoofs resounded like a shower.

A large number of ghost riders swarmed, and roughly estimated that there were no fewer than a hundred riders.

They stopped slightly among the wreckages, and under the command of the lead ghost rider, they chased eastward in the direction of the paper man.

The place fell into silence again, with only slight intermittent bugs.

I don't know how long has passed.

On the road, mist suddenly appeared. The shadow of the shadows made an appointment, and the misty sound of preaching came from the mist.

This preaching sound is getting closer and louder.

Suddenly.

An advocacy band came out abruptly in the mist.

Then, there is a ceremonial guard holding a long banner, a sign, and a flag.

Then, one by one soldiers stirred the fog, and a group of soldiers armed with halberds marched out.

After that, there are samurai in full armor, walking in groups in twos and threes.

Finally, a luxurious chariot painted black emerged from the fog. A man with a majestic crown and belt, holding a jade ruyi, and a solemn expression on the car, stood by a Jinjia general.

The big flag fluttered when the car was thrown up, and the letter was written with four words: Taishou Taishou.

The end is Qianqi Yong Gaoya, such a majestic and majestic appearance.

However.

Where in the world is there a high-ranking official who specializes in patrolling at night, and there is no state capital called Qizhong.

This mound is there, but it is a mountain in Hanzhong. It is known as the "Ghost Mansion" just because of the narrow victory in the mountains, the secluded forest covering the sun, and the miasma.

A few years ago, there was a ghost repairer who was good at fighting ghosts and corpse training in the mountains. Through the continuous war, he was detained by many battlefield lone souls, and learned how to open mansions and build teeth. He is known as the prefect of ghosts.

But no one knows that this ghost prefect was only a small official in the office, but after death he enjoyed the prestige of the palace. This time he was invited to go out of the mountain, it might not be impossible to go further in this troubled time.

Thinking of this, the ghost prefect looked complacent, and he glanced at the side of the car, where a few zombies in black followed.

"The old surname Hu really has some skills, but he is still not the opponent of my ghost general. Not only is he dead, but the zombies in his hand are also in my hands. It's a pity, that It’s really hateful that the body of a good handyman in the town of Fusi was burned by this old puppet..."

"The sun shines."

"What?" Ghost Taishou suddenly woke up from his thoughts.

The voice sounded again, but it was fast and sick.

"Stop the golden light, the sky and the earth."

He felt horrified for no reason, and only had time to yell: "Ghost general!"

The sound was decisive.

"Shooting is ominous."

Then, the ghost prefect only saw an arrow, no, it was a light that penetrated the ghost general who pushed away and blocked him, and then, the most powerful ghost general in his hand was instantly burned into flying Ash.

The ghost prefect gritted his teeth and turned to look.

A majestic figure holding an iron bow, stepped out of the deep forest.

………………

An arrow shot the golden armor general, but Yan Xinglie's eyes did not smile. If there is another "Red Crow", he will be able to shoot this ghost prefect together. However, recalling that when the always generous commander took out the "Chiwu", he looked as though he was young and unhappy, and old and lost his child. It is estimated that he would hardly see the second one in his life.

The ordinary talisman arrow on hand is useless, fortunately, before this trip, he also pulled out another treasure from the guard.

He threw down the iron bow, holding a piece of white jade as a base in his hand, and a jade symbol traced by a gold line.

A golden rune from Tianshi's Mansion.

"Crack."

The jade talisman shattered and golden light appeared suddenly.

………………

Yan Xinglie knew that his tricks of paper people and horses would not last long. Just now, those birds also reported that the knights from the past are about to return.

During the introduction, the ghost soldiers must search all around.

Therefore, at the beginning of his fight, he used paper people and horses as bait to attack and kill them. These ghost soldiers are just magic servants. When the operator dies, the ghost army will naturally not attack and destroy itself.

Therefore, it is best if the "Chiwu" can make meritorious service. If it can't, it has to break into the group of ghosts and kill the ghost prefect before encircling them.

Investigate its time, but three breaths.

Yan Xinglie took a long breath and drew his sword out of its sheath.

………………

First interest.

Yan Xinglie draped a heavy golden light all over, and slammed into the outermost halberd formation. Under attack, wherever he went, the halberd smashed and broken, and the ghost soldiers were invincible.

The ghost prefect drove him away in a car, and encircled him on all sides with wishful thinking.

Second interest.

The golden light on Yan Xinglie's body was dim. Although he had broken through the halberd formation, the armored warriors had surrounded seventeen or eight people. He had no fear on his face, his footsteps did not stop, the sword and the body were ignored, and he swung the epee pig forward by leaps and bounds.

Ghost Taishou frowned, he dropped Ruyi, formed a seal with his hands, and chanted the mantra.

The third interest.

The golden light was faltering, but the samurai was chopped to pieces by Yan Xinglie with a heavy sword. There are zombies blocking the way in front of him, and the sound of horseshoes has been heard in his ears.

No time to entangle.

He simply used the sword body as a shield to protect the vitals, and with his natural divine power and the remaining golden light of the protective body, he smashed into the group of corpses.

The ghost prefect urged the spell, and some ghost fires were caught in the eyes of the surrounding ghosts and gathered quickly in his hands.

………………

Three breaths passed in a flash.

Yan Xinglie had already broken through the triple formation, and the Ghost Taishou was within reach of his sword.

However, the golden light of his protective body was broken, and several wounds were added to his whole body. The most serious one was on the left rib, which was grabbed by the zombies turned into by the staff of the Zhenfu Division, and the bones were deeply visible.

However, it was still too late, and the ghost was too magical. The ghost fire formed a faint green jade bead in his hand.

The face under his black crown was abrupt, his hand pointed forward, and the jade pearl turned into a stream of light and shot out.

This Yan Xinglie's skill is really extraordinary. Between the electric light and flint, he has time to move his small body, twisting his waist to avoid the ghost fire, and at the same time raising the sword to protect the vital point with the sword.

But on the face of the ghost prefect, there was a smirk, and suddenly he uttered a word.

"Evil."

Suddenly, the ghost fire skyrocketed silently and turned into a huge fireball. Yan Xinglie was caught in the fire without resisting.

Seeing the gleaming green fire in front of him, the ghost prefect smiled:

"What a harsh judge, but like..."

Before he finished speaking, a big hand stretched out from the fire. Although this hand was opened by the ghost fire, it was still strong and strong. His five fingers were like iron tongs, firmly clasping the face of the ghost prefect.

Then, there was a "boom".

The black cloak rolled away and the flames scattered.

Yan Xinglie's majestic body reappeared before his eyes.

The ghost prefect is unbelievable.

"how……"

This hand grabbed him and lifted it up a few points, then slammed it down.

The luxurious car underneath suddenly fell apart.

The group of ghosts cleared the way and the prefect of the ghost was driven into the mud.

…………

The moonlight is deadly, and the night wind is cold.

Among the group of ghosts.

The cloak still has a lingering flame.

Yan Xinglie has captured the enemy leader.

Although it has completely failed, lying at the feet of the opponent, his wealth and life are at the hands of the opponent.

The ghost prefect still shouted hoarsely:

"Yan Xinglie, even if you kill me at this time, you can't escape the pursuit of my teaching. If you are sensible, you will surrender to the official, the official..."

Yan Xinglie smiled contemptuously and took off the ghost head.

………………

After the death of the ghost prefect, the remaining group of ghosts, dead, scattered, and some random fights and tidying up, did not take much effort.

Yan Xinglie led the horse and walked on the forest road. There was no chase behind him for the time being, but he was allowed to find a place to trim and supply it. The best place was naturally the nearby army camp.

"Crack."

A red-eyed crow landed on the saddle, and the clever bird brought good news.

"Is there a team of officers nearby?"

Following the bird's guidance, Yan Xinglie broke into a brightly lit open space.

Before recognizing the situation, he plunged in.

"I'm Yan Xinglie, the commander of Long Xiangwei, the commander of the town's chief, and I will quickly take me to see your general."

After speaking, Yan Xinglie finally saw the situation on the court, but he was a little dazed.

There was just a fight in the field, some of the officers and soldiers still had their weapons dripping blood, and the corpses lying on the ground had no armor or two weapons, pale hair and green horns mixed in them. There are still a few disheveled women who are lying on top of the sluggish woman.

A general dressed up, hurriedly lifted his pants, and asked carefully:

"Zhen Fusi?"

Yan Xing Lienner didn't know what to say.

at this time.

"Hmm."

The woman's coquettish hum suddenly sounded, her voice slightly hoarse but lazy and soft, like a pair of small hands stroking the heartstrings.

Yan Xinglie glanced sideways, and the woman in the saddle happened to wake up at this moment; she happened to make such a seductive nasal sound; then she happened to raise her head, revealing her charming face, with her long hair hanging down like a cloud; finally she happened to prop up her body. Revealing undulating rounded lines.

"Guru."

There is no need to look, Yan Xinglie knows what the sound is. Sure enough, the general's cautious expression became greedy and ferocious.

Greed as a wolf, ruthless as a sheep, and played on the battlefield for many years, how can he not know the virtue of this group of soldiers?

Yan Xinglie sighed softly.

"Oh, this demon girl."

He looked at the corpse on the ground again.

"Huh! Beasts!"