Longya protected Qi Chen with one hand, and a golden light suddenly appeared in the other hand, and a thin knife became more than a palm.

The sword flexibly circled between his fingers, just blocking the blade of the long sword, making a crisp sound of Jin soldiers fighting each other.

"Tsk--Is it over?!" Mr. Long was not very patient, and at this time he was even more suing. He raised his eyelids and looked at the soldier who was two steps away, and his tone was singular: "Leave a breath for you doesn't mean I can't kill you, it's only a matter of scattering out of nowhere."

The soldier's face was cage in the shadow of the head guard, with haze between his eyebrows and eyes, and his thin cheeks were covered with blood. He could hardly see his appearance. His hair and beard were entangled, and he was even made into pieces by the blood mud. His exposed lips were pale and cracked, and he looked like he was rolling in life and death.

He probably kept his appearance before his death. He was cleaned up by Longya before, but he didn't see any more wounds on his body, fresh blood flowing out, and even his expression did not change. He was still like a hungry wolf, so fierce that he was almost hysterical.

Time had long been frozen in his body a thousand years ago, and only his soul was still wandering in this world, full of murderous aura, and I don’t know what it was.

Longya's words were full of warning words and thrust into his ears. His left ear went in and his right ear came out. It was like throwing a stone into the sea. He didn't even turn over a bubble and then sank the bottom.

I saw him panting heavily, his wolf-like eyes turned and staring at Longya tightly.

Or, it is staring at the direction of the dragon teeth.

Qi Chen took advantage of the stalemate and glanced at him a few times, and found that the soldier's gaze was a little too straightforward.

To put it nicely, it means it has clear goals, but to put it badly, it means it is godless.

It's like a half-blind person, half relying on his eyesight, most of them relying on intuition to head straight towards someone. The attack is strong and fierce but not very comfortable. When you meet a strong enemy, you can't find a breaking point, and you will only be beaten to no avail.

"Team leader Long, are you sure he can see you? Can he hear you talking?" Qi Chen felt more and more confused as he looked at him, and couldn't help asking.

Long Ya sneered, "It's really not sure! This elm stake is too obsessed with and too much resentment! The strongest will before his death was recorded by his armored Jin soldiers coming and going in his blood, leaving his soul for more than a thousand years. However, these Jin soldiers with heavy blood both nourished and evil spirits, so although his soul did not dissipate, they could not come out and were confined to it. However, some stimulation recently began to be ready to commit crimes. However, cerebral palsy for more than a thousand years cannot be recovered in a short while. I rarely have a kind heart to save a demented young man. But if anyone doesn't give me this opportunity, I can't blame me--"

As he said that, he narrowed his eyes. When he moved his wrist holding the knife, he saw thin blood-colored lines winding out from the originally cold and cold surface of the sword, like a woven spider web. Soon the entire sword surface was covered with veins, making it look terrifying.

Just as the blood line reached the tip of the knife, countless cold sword lights and dark red blood nets suddenly rose up and rushed straight to the soldier's storefront, covering his head and face into the net woven by the Jin soldiers and blood. For a moment, the light and shadow swayed Qi Chen's eyes, and he could hardly see how the soldiers trapped in it struggled and resisted.

When he realized it, the tall and strong soldier had been penetrated by countless sword lights and nailed to the wall.

The force was so strong that it even smashed the wall. It was deeply embedded in the wall among the countless large cracks that spread. The blood net that enveloped him suddenly tightened. It was like a knitted bag with a drawstring, and the blood net was strangled into his neck and limbs, and it penetrated the armor directly like a sharp blade and trapped into the soldier's flesh.

Because he had been in a state of death, he was not furious by the sharp blade and blood net, but he had a little more struggle and pain in his fierce expression.

It can be seen from his hands that tightly clamped his joints and turned white, that the taste is really not good.

Needless to say, Qi Chen thought that the sword light nailed into the soldier's body and the blood net that tightened him to death were definitely not something used to deal with ordinary people.

The pain they bring to this ghost is no less than that of ordinary people who are broken by their limbs and their necks and thousands of swords passing by.

Even if he was just watching, Qi Chen felt his limbs and neck were chilling, and a large area of ​​his skin was standing up with goose bumps without hesitation.

He didn't know Longya for a long time, less than half a month, but after experiencing a series of things, he was always more familiar with and profound than others. The every move of Longya he had seen was almost nothing to do with the word "王子" except for the force value.

Even if he was fighting, Longya was always either domineering or lazy, and it was solved in just a few seconds. It was very quick and few people were tormenting like this.

But this time, when the spider-web-like blood threads surged out of the thin knife, Qi Chen really felt a squinting evil spirit on Longya, which made him shiver out, but was quickly pressed back by him.

Although it was only a short moment, Qi Chen could not feel it as soon as he reacted, but the feeling that left behind made Qi Chen feel familiar for a moment.

It's like, a long time ago, he had felt this evil spirit...

Such an inexplicable familiar feeling made him feel a little surprised.

When he came to his senses, he found that the soldiers nailed to the wall had their eyes distracted by pain and could hardly gather the focus.

When the soldier was distracted, the expression on his face seemed very confused for a moment.

But there was a hint of sadness in that confusion.

That expression made people feel a little empty in their hearts. But it was only a moment, because the soldier had not been dissipated for a long time, his eyes changed again, and he returned to his previous fierce and almost gritting his teeth. But this time, he opened his mouth and suddenly spoke up.

According to Longya, the soldier was imprisoned in the armored Jin soldiers for more than a thousand years, and probably hadn't spoken for more than a thousand years.

This was probably the first sentence he said after his death.

His voice was extremely hoarse, because he was strangled by the blood net of dragon teeth, and he felt like he was squeezing out of his throat. It was as if he was scratching the aluminum slab with sandpaper. It was very harsh and he could not remember the content of the words.

What's more, his accent was a bit strange. Apart from the first four words "My country" and Qi Chen didn't understand a series of words afterwards.

But just these four words made Qi Chen's heart turn several times in his chest.

He always remembered that when he touched the paper ashes made by the armor to apply the dragon's teeth, the fragment flashed like a flash of flowers in front of him--

The long smoke and the gloomy sky were everywhere;

The ruined walls and the black and red blood stains were covered with;

And those countless corpses...

This soldier may be like the few living people in the picture, disregarding his own life and death, just to drive his horse and swing his sword to rush towards the enemy formation, wishing he could block the attack of tens of thousands of enemies with one person.

As Long Ya said, his obsession before his death was so deep that after being imprisoned in the armored Jin soldiers for more than a thousand years, the moment he woke up, he still thought of fighting with his sword and being able to defend for a moment.

Qi Chen suddenly understood the reason why Long Ya tortured him in such a strange way.

This obsession has been with the soldier for more than a thousand years, and has almost been deeply rooted in his soul. It cannot be expelled by ordinary means in a short while.

Longya is a leader who can only kill people and not save people. Naturally, he can't think of any serious way to get him out of his obsession, so he simply attacks poison with poison to stop killing. In extreme pain, the soldier gave up his obsession that was almost a demonic obstacle, which would have the possibility of clear spiritual consciousness.

Although this idea was so bad that it could not be more bad, Qi Chen thought it made sense.

While controlling the force in his hand, Long Ya lifted up his eyelids and looked at Qi Chen's expression. He seemed to see what Qi Chen was thinking at a glance, and then he said lazily: "In front of the elm knot that has lost his mind and incompetent verbal communication, those who try to persuade him directly with words are either Tang Seng or idiots."

Qi Chen, who had a thought of persuasion for a moment, said: "..."

"This thing tastes like Lingchi. No matter how strong the fire is, it will be too strong to make trouble. He is too serious and has no mind. If he is not careful, he will be a human weapon. He will chop him up when he sees someone. He must let him be cold first-" Before Long Ya finished speaking, his brow frowned.

Qi Chen followed his suddenly raised gaze and saw the soldiers nailed to the wall move!

The person who endured the pain that was as good as a living schi, actually roared and pulled his right arm with brute force, and broke free from the wall with a row of knife lights and blood nets strangled into his flesh.

If the soldier hadn't always maintained his state before his death, Qi Chen felt that the sword light and blood net could at least directly pull off his entire arm.

It's comparable to a live tear.

How deep is the obsession that you have to endure the pain of Lingchi in this situation and take the initiative to tear off one of your arms?!

He broke free with his right hand and leaned to the left, and he tore off the knife light nailed on his right shoulder and chest.

When he pulled half of his body away, he almost bit his teeth, and a circle of fire suddenly ignited around his body, shaking the tip of his tongue, and a steady stream of murderous intent that was so heavy that he almost felt oppressive. The sword in his hand buzzed and trembled, and suddenly a long sound of the golden soldiers.

The sound of the golden soldiers, like a roar, passed through the window glass of the room and headed straight for the vast river.

A moment later, Qi Chen saw the ghost army outside the window that had been scattered on the bottom of the sea by dragon teeth again emerged. Thousands of people carried long swords and leaned over the river and headed straight for here.
Chapter completed!