Douluo Zhijie lottery system

Chapter 55

The headless corpse fell from the horse, raising a cloud of dust.

The blood mixed with the smell of sand, with a smell of blood that choked the nose, making people very uncomfortable.

The black knight 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, like a machine that could only kill, and did not show 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 smear of red light appeared on the black armor, and a black rider bent a bow and arrow, as if pulling the horn of an attack.

Immediately afterwards, the remaining more than 30 black knights showed colorful light of soul power, and the Eight Immortals crossed the sea each showed their supernatural powers, and each displayed their best soul skills.

The ground under Yang Ming's feet shook for a while, followed by a lump of earth rising on the ground, a triangular cone-shaped ground pierced out of the soil, and wanted to thread Yang Ming into strings from the bottom to the top of his head!

Yang Ming's eyes turned Sangouyu, and he saw all this in his eyes. He used the ghost and shadow move, and while Shi Shiran avoided the ground thorn, he avoided the arrows shot from his head and cover.

At this moment, the air around Yang Ming's body suddenly became extremely viscous, as if he had fallen into the quagmire. A lot of energy was involved in every move, which invisibly slowed Yang Ming's speed and limited his sensitivity. body method.

"Roar!"

A black horse jumped off the black horse, and a wild beast-like roar sounded from the depths of his throat. In a startling glance, a phantom of the beast's soul appeared on his body, his body made a crackling sound like fried beans, and his forehead broke open his helmet. Confinement, protruding a one-meter-long giant horn.

This black rider rushed towards Yang Ming, intending to pierce Yang Ming's abdomen with the huge horn on his forehead!

Soul power fluctuations appeared on Yang Ming's body, a large amount of soul power gathered on his legs, and the speed suddenly increased by a line, forcibly breaking through the shackles of the sticky air around him, his toes lightly touched the ground, leaping like a dragonfly on water, from the collision The black rider who came over jumped over a parabola.

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

A green lotus sword energy 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 flipped a somersault, and the moment he landed on the ground, he immediately rolled over to a donkey beside him, dodging a heavy hammer.

Yang Ming slammed the carp and stood up from the ground. He saw a black rider holding a hammer-shaped martial spirit, chasing after him relentlessly.

At the same time, behind Yang Ming, the three black riders were either holding bows or crossbows, or spears, and the black rider holding the hammer formed a two-pronged situation.

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

Xiao Wu avoided the attack of the black cavalry beside her, while paying attention to the battle on Yang Ming's side, she exclaimed:

"Yang Ming, will he be okay?"

Tang San pressed the mechanism hidden in his sleeve with his left hand. The Tang Sect was good at secret weapons, and after nearly a year of meticulously crafting them, Tang San had already hidden countless hidden weapons.

Silent sleeve arrows shot out, every black shadow piercing the air, if the black rider didn't pay attention, he would be caught by Tang San, and the sharp arrows would cut through the skin and pierce deeply into the flesh, It will be difficult to pull out after 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 chirping sounded in the field.

Xiao Wumei's eyes were rippling with autumn light, and she saw Yang Ming holding a mysterious sword, the sword body was like a dragon, and he swayed the long sword with ease.

Splitting, chopping, collapsing, flirting, gridding, washing, cutting, stabbing, stirring, pressing, hanging, and sweeping, they are dexterously displayed in Yang Ming's hands, either sturdy without casting, or tender like water, fluent in handling and swaying. .

In a trance, there is an illusion that Yang Ming doesn't look like he is being besieged at all, but more like he is coming to spring.

Qinglian sword qi, four vertical and eight horizontal!

The black rider holding the heavy hammer kept under his feet, seemingly unwilling to admit defeat and smashed it with the heavy hammer, to decide the outcome with the sword qi!

I don't know what happened to this heavy hammer martial soul, but it was so easy to smash the sword energy!

A trace of disdain flashed in the eyes of this black rider holding a heavy hammer, and he charged with arrogance.

Yang Ming's eyes narrowed, and in the ghostly eyes of the black riders who surrounded him, he once again transformed into sword qi, and sword qi was horizontal!

After Yang Ming obtained the Mysterious Sword, he still can't remember how many people he killed, but every time he killed one person, the Mysterious Sword would increase a little bit sharper.

Yang Ming was holding a mysterious sword and turned into five sharp sword qi. The armor on the black horse was like thin paper, and Yang Ming easily cut it in half!

The black rider holding the heavy hammer froze, and a long bloodstain started from the forehead and slid all the way down to the lower body, facing the loess and fell into a pool of blood, just as he had rushed into the Holy Spirit Village to kill and kill. Like those innocent villagers.

In addition to him, the few black knights who joined him in the attack just now were also dead.

Bleed all over the place.

The sword energy gathers and reshapes the body.

Yang Ming stood with his sword in hand. The sword was stained with blood, and the blood on it was still warm.

Shaking the sword flower and letting the blood drop, Yang Ming's eyes full of thunder and fury were reflected in the rippling sword light. Coldly said:

"Next, who else is there!"

The remaining black knights were silent for a while.

What these people never imagined was that apart from Yang Ming, who was a tough nut to crack, the other two Tang San and Xiao Wu were not easy to deal with.

Needless to say Xiao Wu, the 10-year soul beast transformed into a human form, even if he didn't develop too much strength to avoid revealing his identity, he is definitely not someone that these soul masters and great soul masters can deal with.

There is also Tang San fishing in troubled waters on the field, with the help of Blue Silver Grass, a seemingly trashy martial spirit, as a cover, he always reverses the outcome at the most critical moment, using Blue Silver Grass's entangling spirit ability to make many black knights want to die. , when paired with the invisible arrows of the yin people, it's so simple!

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

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

It must be explained that after the 200 Black Riders entered the Holy Soul Village, they were divided into four teams, each with 50 people, galloping around the village, killing people and burning houses.

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

Hearing the sound of horses' hooves coming from three directions, Yang Ming's faces turned black.

Even if the three of them teamed up to defeat nearly 200 soul masters and great soul masters, it would not be an easy task.

Now, trouble!

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