Chapter 1072 Bait

Qi and Ningli remained motionless, the scepter in their hands trembled slightly, and the copper bell at the top buzzed, summoning a sound of death.

In the middle of the field, Feng Qiwu was fighting against the Yin soldiers at an extremely fast speed. But this was just a temporary delay. If he wanted to completely solve this group of immortal soldiers, even he would have no solution.

"Yan Yueque, you do have some tricks... but it's not enough to defeat me by doing this!"

Feng Qiwu's eyes became more and more gloomy, and he was unwilling to act. As his spiritual skills were moving, a dark black horse passed by, cutting off several Yin soldiers in half. Large pieces of dead energy overflowed from the broken limbs, and quickly blended with the Yin energy in the cemetery.

The consequence of his doing so was that the vast Yin soldiers were even more crazy by the death aura, and they rushed towards him with their teeth and claws.

Seeing that more and more Yin soldiers gathered, Yan Yueque looked embarrassed and smiled with his eyes and made seals with his hands. A strange cyclone of spiritual power slowly accumulated over the gloomy sky.

"Ten Stars Heavenly Monument!"

In an instant, a huge tombstone with black gold, several feet long and wide, like a black coffin, suddenly fell from the sky and fell to Feng Qiwu on his head.

With a loud "bang", Feng Qiwu did not escape the scope of the Heavenly Monument. At this time, his figure had disappeared, and a large number of Yin soldiers attacking around were also smashed into the ground by the Heavenly Monument. Only a burst of smoke rose on both sides, silent.

"Light Chain!" Yan Yueque made seals again, and chains flashing with white light appeared out of thin air, wrapping the sky monument layer by layer, sometimes accompanied by the cry of the dead ghosts. At the top of the chain, there are sacred waves that are extremely strong and yang, which have a natural restraining effect on the ghosts of the Yellow Springs.

This move can be said to be a unique magic weapon to deal with ghosts. Yan Yueque's move is to suppress Feng Qiwu and the Yin soldiers together!

Lu Hongyu knew that he could no longer stand by. But his palm had just held a spear, and another stranger who came with Yan Yueque suddenly flashed and jumped over. Wearing a golden dress, the spear in his hand danced like a poisonous snake, thorning around him.

"Who are you?" Lu Hongyu hurriedly resisted and blurted out.

The man sneered: "Tuoba Yao, this is the name of the person who wants to send you on the road!"

On one side are Yan Yueque and Feng Qiwu, on the other side are Tuoba Yao and Lu Hongyu. Two chaotic battles broke out on this gloomy cemetery at the same time.

On the surface, Feng Qiwu has been completely suppressed by Yan Yueque, and Tuoba Yao's strength is also above Lu Hongyu. Group B can be said to be at a disadvantage in all respects.

But, is this really the case?

"boom!--"

Suddenly, a shocking sound broke out, and the sky monument rose several feet high, and then exploded instantly. The disintegrating pieces were directly obscured into pieces of powder in the air. It is simply doubtful, what a cruel explosion it had experienced.

Under the smoke and dust, Feng Qiwu stood up slowly. At this time, he looked quite strange. What was even more strange was the Yin soldiers standing up with him, which seemed much more "meek".

Could it be that he found a way to control the Yin soldiers in such a short time? Yan Yueque frowned, but soon, his eyes suddenly widened-

No, not right...

The figures of those Yin soldiers were distorted to varying degrees at this moment. The dead energy that entangled them was forcibly stripped away by others. The source of absorption by the other side was...

It’s Feng Qiwu!

He was actually absorbing dead energy!

Not only the Yin soldiers, but even the dead energy coiled in the entire cemetery was crazily swallowing. Such a move made the gloom around him rise by more than one order of magnitude, and even the Yin soldiers only became his energy-replenishing food.

He is already gloomy on weekdays, but at this time he seems even more half-human and half-ghost.

"You..." Yan Yueque was stunned, "You are a living person, how can you directly absorb the dead air? This will cause the yin and yang in your body to become unbalanced, and it will not take long to die!"

Feng Qiwu slowly raised her head, rolled her eyes, and laughed strangely: "Before this, it's enough for me to send you to hell!"

As soon as he finished speaking, his body had already risen into the air, and the yin energy gathered from all directions was poured into his body. Even if it was temporarily unable to swallow, it was closely attached to his body like scales. In just a short moment, a dark purple demon armor was cast for him.

The demon god's arm swung slightly, and a spear composed of yin energy also formed in an instant. He cut through the space and dragged out a deep and long ravine on the ground.

"Yan Yueque, do you dare to fight me!"

A gloomy voice came from the mouth of the demon god like thunder.

——"Do you dare to fight me!"

The echo rumbled between the cemetery. It was a gathering of endless dead energy, a more evil ghost than the Yin soldiers!

Faced with the enemy's strong invitation to fight, Yan Yueque would not retreat. With a clear roar, the fragments of light flew like feathers, and dazzling armor was cast outside his body. Holding the light spear, Yan Yueque's toes were a little on the ground and followed them into the air.

The sound of jingling collisions continued to echo, and the colors of ghost purple and pure white were also intertwined and entangled. One after another, ripples that crushed the space, sweeping through the cycle, engulfing the ghost soldiers at the bottom, including a few only tombstones, into the waves of the dark colors.

Yan Yueque was not in a hurry. During the battle, he even deliberately slowed down, attracting Feng Qiwu to attack, thereby consuming his spiritual energy. Because he knew that no one could maintain this method of accumulating the Yin Qi in his body for long. Once the time came, when the other party's body was completely eroded by the dead energy, he would die automatically.

The dying person doesn't mean to waste more energy on him!

"The Undead... Soul Shocking!" Feng Qiwu also saw through the enemy's intentions, gritted his teeth with hatred, spread his five fingers, and purple thin silk appeared in the air. The demon god's fingers twitched lightly, and a ripples visible to the naked eye, wrapped in the powerful soul impact that was difficult to describe, spreading towards Yan Yueque.

Although Feng Qiwu does not understand music, he still simulated the ultimate sound wave battle with the help of the undead spell. To put it bluntly, such skills are just to attach soul attacks to external objects. To put it bluntly, whoever has stronger soul power can win...!

It was too late for Yan Yueque to dodge again. As soon as his spiritual power was sealing his ears, a pressure that penetrated his soul came over. It made him feel a splitting headache, and his center of gravity was unstable, and he was about to fall from mid-air.

Feng Qiwu's move seemed powerful, but the large amount of use of dead energy still aggravated the air pressure disorder in his body. A mouthful of blood surged into his throat. At this time, he was no better than Yan Yueque.

Seeing this, Yan Yueque knew the opportunity and did not care about the stinging pain in his brain. He raised his hands and made a seal with all his strength.

"The Holy Sword of Light!"

Holding the pure white light sword in his hand, Yan Yueque raised another mouthful of spiritual power, jumped up, and sent his wrist forward with a sudden delivery!

The shining lightsaber pierced the demon's chest straight!

Feng Qiwu's face turned gloomy and she endured it again and again, and finally she spit out a mouthful of blood with a "pop".

Although the Holy Sword of Light is an energy body, the sacred aura contained in it is the nemesis of death aura he controls. The two auras collided violently in his body, which brought him another heavy damage.

The demon god's armor dissipated, and his majestic wings disappeared with the wind. Feng Qiwu also leaned back and fell straight to the ground.

At the same time, Lu Hongyu was also knocked to the ground by Tuoba Yao's lightning marksmanship.

On this land, the wounded and dead, the only one who stood up all the time was probably the Qi Yu who was still out of the matter and was still counting on it.

He quickly lingered the situation, Lu Hongyu made a quick decision and threw a smoke bomb. When the large amount of thick smoke spread out, drowning everyone's sight, he rushed to Feng Qiwu in the direction of his previous memory and tentatively helped him up.

"City Lord, let's go!"

With Feng Qiwu's strength, he would not be unable to see his eyes in this thick smoke. The shame that he was facing the Tianxiao Pavilion also made him unwilling to give up.

At the last moment, he still raised his hand and waved it. The dark mist, accompanied by the oppression of his soul, shot into the undead warrior's body.

"Yan Yueque, this is the last big gift I gave you!"

Just now, he made a quick decision to terminate the soul contract with these Yin soldiers.

When they become the unowned souls, the cruelty they depend on instinct will make them kill when they see people. Then, the victim who is the first to be affected will inevitably be Yan Yueque and his group.

Feng Qiwu certainly felt a pity that he gave up such a large number of troops at once. But after all, this is only in the virtual space. After returning to reality, there is no cut off soul contract.

Of course, even if he really conquered all the virtual soldiers just now, he would disappear after returning to the real world.

In the final analysis, everything in the virtual world, good and bad, injuries, honor and disgrace will be cleared after the return. The only thing that will remain is probably the friendship they left on the battlefield, and the determination they awaken.

Sure enough, in the faint fog outline, a group of undead soldiers opened their teeth and began to pounce on Yan Yueque. This short blocking also bought some time for Feng Qiwu and the others.

...

Two fast horses broke through the faint mist and splashed the loess behind them.

Although they rushed out of the mass grave, they were still a long distance away from Jicheng. Their crisis was not resolved, and the enemy could soon catch up.

Feng Qiwu struggled to move the reins of the horse, and would spit out a few mouthfuls of blood from time to time.

If they continue like this, they can't escape... They will soon be able to get rid of the ghost soldiers, and they are still injured. What should they do...?

"City Lord," Lu Hongyu seemed to see through his concerns at this time, and suddenly spoke, "You go first, I'll be responsible for guiding them away!"

Feng Qiwu was stunned, and at the same time she also felt a subtle feeling of being seen through: "What do you do?"

"On the battlefield, who is qualified to survive depends on whose life is more meaningful to the entire team!" Lu Hongyu's voice was very firm, "I am just an ordinary soldier, but you are different. You are the head coach of Group B. If you survive, it is more important than if I live."

Only when he reaches the critical moment of life and death decision can he understand what Guan Zhen once said about the "king" and the "general who protects the king".

Obviously, he will not be the king.

Then, for the sake of the ultimate great cause and laying the foundation for the king, he will not escape.

Feng Qiwu was silent for a long time before he said in a low voice: "You have to think clearly that you really don't regret this ten deaths and no life?"

Lu Hongyu smiled casually and said, "Don't you often say that this is just a virtual game? Even if you die, it is not real death. At that time, I will still support you off the court."

With a somber face, he hurriedly urged: "I don't have time to say more, the enemy is about to catch up. City Lord, please leave!"

After saying that, he turned his spear and cut his forearm hard. He looked at the blood that was falling, nodded to Feng Qiwu again, and then he suddenly draped the cloak embroidered with the city lord's logo on his back, pulled the brim of the hat straight over his head, and quickly escaped in the other direction.

The war horses were gone all the way, leaving only a line of deep and shallow horse hoof prints and the falling blood marks, symbolizing his ending, shrill and tragic.

The direction he was running towards was his desperate path, but he still refused.

Feng Qiwu looked at the direction he was away, and his face was gloomy and suddenly a look of inexplicable expression appeared.

...

Tuoba Yao, who had escaped from the entanglement of the ghost soldiers, followed the bloodstains and saw the war horse in front of him and the tilted figure on the horse's back.

"Feng Qiwu, stop for me!" Tuoba Yao was happy, shouted loudly, and then threw the spear in his hand and shot straight into the back of the figure in front of him.

It’s mine to win the first prize of the coach of Group B!

However, Tuoba Yao was cautious. Even if Feng Qiwu was seriously injured, with the background of his young master of Jiuyou Palace, if he used all means, he might not be his opponent. Therefore, he shot this shot not to knock the enemy down immediately, but to hope that it would have some delay.

Unexpectedly, when the gun was thrown, the "Feng Qiwu" seemed to be seriously injured and did not resist at all. The gun rod penetrated straight into his back. His figure also staggered on the horse's back and fell forward, relying on holding the horse's reins tightly, and then he did not fall on the spot.

Tuoba Yao was suspicious and rushed forward. What he saw was Lu Hongyu, who was wearing the city lord's head and his face was covered with blood, but he was still forcing him to sit up again!

"It's you?" Tuoba Yao frowned, "Where is Feng Qiwu?"

Lu Hongyu sneered, raised the spear in his hand, and fought forward: "Yes, if you want to capture our city lord, you will pass this level first!"

Although his heart sank when he saw Tuoba Yao, his heart sank straightened. It seemed that the most difficult Yan Yueque and Qi Yu finally chased to the other side. I don’t know if Feng Qiwu can escape safely in his current situation.

But no matter what, he still has to hold Tuoba Yao here!

Even if it is the price of life.
Chapter completed!