Chapter 59 Chapter 59: Soulless Night Run (31)

"That arrow has not been tempered by the fire of the secret ceremony!" Bai Yi was exhausted, and raised his eyebrows and shouted at this time, "Xi Yan, you are the master of the array!" Without his order, Xi Yan rushed out, just like he attacked Leibi City that time.He passed through the crowd at high speed, like a winding wind.The moment he rushed out of the crowd, he jumped into the sky and kicked the zombie on the forehead.If it were an ordinary person, that kick would be fatal, but the zombie was kicked back up, but stood still abruptly. Xi Yan landed, pulled out the arrow, and weighed it in his hand: "Compared with the real thing, the imitation thing is really far behind!"

The zombie rushed up again, Xi Yan stretched out his hand, and pierced the arrow through its eyebrows.The only remaining flame on the arrow instantly destroyed it, it lost the ability to move, and fell to the ground. With one hand, Xi Yan inserted the ancient sword Jingdu into the place where the feathered arrow entered the ground just now, and pressed down on the hilt with both hands.Once the sword was buried in the ground, it immediately began to vibrate, and the blade gradually shone brightly, finally as if white-hot metal had just been released from the oven.The sonic boom was excited again, like a battle song in the scorching sun.

"General Xi's sword is also a soul seal!" Gang Wuwei praised. Xi Yan bowed his head and stood silently, reciting in a low voice, only he could hear: "The God of Beichen, who is in a desperate situation; only the heart does not move, the extreme of ten thousand barriers!" Bai Yi saw him reciting silently from a distance on the wooden building, and knew what those sixteen characters were.He didn't want to think of many things, but it was like the tide receding and coming back up, he froze for a moment, and felt a slight movement somewhere in his heart. He curled up his right thumb, tried to touch an iron ring on the thumb with the hand holding the bow, and chanted in a low voice: "The god of the North Star, the wind walks on the fire; when he comes, the light will surpass the sun and the moon!"

He raised his hand violently and shouted: "Kill! Don't keep a single one!" The army hiding behind the shields came out together, the strong sound shock completely restrained the zombies, and the living could still wield their weapons with difficulty.The sergeants knew that this was their only chance, and they didn't know how long the powerful power of this formation could last. They struggled to jump up, struggled to slash, and hugged and fought with those ugly zombies. It was the sixth day of September in the third year of Emperor Yincheng, and there were endless killings all night in Shangyang Pass.The six south-facing gates of Shangyang Pass were closed tightly, and the city gates were filled with resuscitated war dead. They beat on the gates to enter the kingdom of the living, but they could do nothing.

The young man in flying white clothes stood on the top of the mountain far away, watching the most tragic battle in the world, his expression was indifferent, as if he was just an audience in front of the stage who did not participate in the play.The book boy hid behind the young man, his eyes widened in horror, and he hugged his arm tightly, unable to believe what happened in front of him. "Master Xiang... How did this dead man survive? How did this dead man survive?" He murmured, as if he was stupid. "A person is just dead, and the spirit is overflowing from the body, but the power still remains. There are some difficult ways to summon the dead to stand up again. Some people can even forcibly keep the spirit sealed in the body , keep the body from aging, and make reusable corpse warriors." Mr. Xiang said lightly, "But I didn't expect this terrible technology to be introduced to Donglu at last."

"What should we do? What should we do?" The book boy regarded this client as a god-man. "It's okay for us. What Leibicheng wants to kill is not a small person like me or a baby like you. Everyone he wants to kill has Donglu's fate in his hands!" He suddenly smiled, "But I still want to Give Bai Yi a chance." "Have you brought the pigeon?" He patted the book boy. Trembling, the book boy took out the carrier pigeon from a cage. Mr. Xiang smiled, cut a strip of cloth two fingers wide from his cuff, and quickly wrote a letter with charcoal.He tied the cloth strips around the pigeon's legs and touched the little thing's head.

"Killing Bai Yi, the situation in Donglu will temporarily calm down, and they will get half of what Chenyue wants. However, Lei Bicheng is too impatient." Mr. Xiang raised his hand violently, and let the pigeon fly. He looked at the shadow of the pigeon rapidly going away in the night sky: "Teacher, will you blame me? But I want this chaotic world to last until I really get on the stage!" ten It was slightly brighter. Xi Yan poured a jar of water on the sword to wash off the sticky blood.The blood seeped into the red-stained ground, Xi Yan waved his sword to shake off the water drops, and slowly put the sword back into its sheath.

Gang Wuwei sat with the knife on his back, slowly recovering his breath.Cheng Kui was strong, his eyes were red, and he kept searching among the fallen zombies, and when he saw those that could still move slightly, he stabbed him in the heart.Bai Yi slowly descended the wooden building, his complexion was uglier than anyone else's. After shooting those seven arrows, it seemed that he had exhausted all his life's strength.