Martial Arts Spiritual Exchange System

This dark night is destined to be unstable.

Outside the inner city of Qing City, three miles in front.

A drunk man, drunk-eyed, holding a silver spear that buzzes constantly, and the silver spear is surrounded by domineering spirit, like a resurgent dragon.

The entire inner city of Qing City seems to have woken up. On the tower, the armor guards running away, looking into the distance, you can see the soaring black air!

"Enemy attack!!!"

Some old guards and experienced guards opened their throats and roared.

In fact, they no longer need to remind them that the longspear that tore through the night, like the gun that rang the ancient bell, has already revitalized the entire inner city.

The sound of running was endless, and the Human Race army marched forward and formed troops under the city.

Yang Hu wears armor, a knife at his waist, and a three-pole flag waving in the wind behind his back. His face is full of anger, murderous intention billowing.

He ascended the tower, step by step, stepping on the solid stone ladder, and the entire tower seemed to tremble.

Walking to the top of the tower, Yang Hu looked over, and with his eyesight, he naturally saw the dark shadows outside the city hiding the sky and covering the earth, those hundreds of ghosts, thousands of ghosts, and the night of ghosts !

Of course, I also saw the one who stopped the Ghost Clan army alone.

"Lord Zhang."

Yang Hu's eyes fluctuated, his lips wailed, and he was excited.

That was Zhang Zhenyu, the former Qing State guardian. Unexpectedly, Zhang Zhenyu did not leave Qing State and still guarded Qing State.

"I never thought that as long as the tiger is alive, he can fight side by side with Lord Zhang again."

Yang Hu laughed.

"Kill!!!"

In the next instant, Yang Hu screamed.

Like a dazzling tiger standing on the top of a mountain, it uttered a sky-shaking roar.

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Open the door and close it.

Lu Mangran walked out of the room. He bid farewell to Mother Lu and walked alone on the cold street.

Go towards the city wall of the inner city.

"Yang Hu, that guy, he really didn't prepare armor for me..."

"This meant not letting me fight."

"Look at me, Lu Mangran, a scholar?"

Lu Mangran laughed and cursed Yang Hu.

He looked back at Mother Lu, who was leaning against the window, and waved his hand. Then, he wore a plain white dress, just like he did when he went to Beijing to rush for the exam, like a dusty white flower. lotus.

Useless as a scholar, but scholars dare to draw their swords to kill the enemy!

I glanced at the incomparably dark night sky. It was clearly approaching dawn, but the light of dawn was not visible. It was really breathless.

Lu Mangran had a sword slung around his waist. It was the weapon that Yang Hu wanted.

The self-protection weapon, of course Yang Hu will give it.

Now, Lu Mangran walked out of the comfortable hut with a sword in his hand, not waiting for the result of the battle with ease, but step by step, to the forefront of the battlefield.

As Honglu Temple Qing, his mission has not been completed this time, so does he have the face to hide behind and enjoy peace?

Then he will be a scholar in vain.

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chi!! !

A spear thrust exploded a Ghost Clan cultivator, causing the opponent to turn into a cloud of black air and collapse into the darkness.

Zhang Zhenyu holds the longspear in his hand, imposing manner in a powerful mess.

Zhang Zhenyu of Four Shapes Realm Peak, together with the Qi Cultivation Base of the Fifth Realm Great Martial Ancestor of Qi Refinement, can be regarded as Peak powerhouses under mutual blessing.

The guards of each state will not be too weak, and even more so, they are the frontline guards of Qing State.

At the beginning, Zhang Zhenyu waved a gun in anger, and one shot severely wounded Ghost Clan's ambassador to the border, which was characterized by Ghost Clan as a diplomatic dispute, which caused Zhang Zhenyu to be dismissed.

But now, Zhang Zhenyu is just a white man, he has no worries and is not afraid of dismissal.

So, in the dark, he raised his head and laughed, his whole body exuded the light of black and yellow, he waved the longspear, and kept killing the Ghost Clan cultivator.

One person blocked the road with a gun.

Stop the Ghost Clan magnificent army with thousands of men and horses!

One head, two heads, three heads... a hundred heads, a thousand heads...

With the power of one person, Zhang Zhenyu shot out like a dragon and killed hundreds of Ghost Clan. cultivator!

"Pile him to death, pile him to me!!!"

"I want to eat his meat and drink his blood, I want to draw out his soul and let him Bear the pain of Nine Nether!"

The Ghost Clan Garrison roared.

The original humiliation seemed to come to mind again.

bang!! !

Thousands of ghosts rushed towards Zhang Zhenyu like a tide. Zhang Zhenyu's eyes were shining, and there was no more drunkenness in his eyes. The waving spear glow shredded a ghost Clan.

He is very experienced. He knows that Ghost Clan has no intentions, so when he kills the enemy, he picks his head, smashes Ghost Clan's head, and smashes their souls with spear intents. These Ghost Clans cannot be resurrected. NS.

Buzz! Buzz! Buzz! ……

The ground bricks are flying and shattering.

A strong great cultivator from Ghost Clan appeared, and the stern ghost wind was crying and tearing the ground!

This is an army formed by Ghost Clan’s Fifth Realm cultivator. Ghost Qi is almost turned into substance, and there are not a lot of them. There are as many as twenty Fifth Realm cultivators, surrounding Zhang Zhenyu.

Ghost Clan's Sixth Realm resident envoy also shot, a huge ghost head, ferocious-looking, moved towards Zhang Zhenyu bite away!

Zhang Zhenyu is just one person after all.

Blood was dripping from his body, and his gun-swinging arm became sore.

The blood aroused the ferocity of Ghost Clan, and also aroused Ghost Clan's desire.

However, Zhang Zhenyu's eyebrows were cold, and he shot a Ghost Clan cultivator to death, drew his gun, poke and poke again.

His eyes only have to kill the enemy.

No back!

Before him, the body of Ghost Clan is piled up like a hill!

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"Damn! I can't help it!"

Behind him in the inner city, Li Si, a young soldier who had talked with Zhang Zhenyu before , At this moment, the eyes are completely red.

He looked at the silhouette of the man who shot and stopped the army, only feeling that there was blood boiling in his body.

"He didn't lie to me, he really is Lord Zhang!"

Soldier of Qing State, who doesn't admire Zhang Zhenyu?

That was their army soul, and now, the army soul stops Ghost Clan alone to remind them of the enemy attack.

How can they hide behind the door and look out willingly!

Above the castle tower, Yang Hu raised the longblade high and roared.

Li Si jerked open the city gates, holding a spear, and dived out.

"Kill!!!"

Li Sihong looked at him, moved towards the person who stopped the Ghost Clan army, and rushed away with the blood-filled silhouette.

The colleagues around Li Si are all jealous.

Human Race, don't be afraid of death!

Don't be afraid of war!

This battle is for the city behind, the people behind!

Perceiving the rush of Human Race Martial Artist dash on bravely with no thought of personal safety behind him, Zhang Zhenyu was covered in blood, but he grinned.

"The fastest thing in life is to kill the enemy and drink alcohol."

One shot forced the digital Ghost Clan cultivator back.

Zhang Zhenyu took off a small bottle gourd around his waist, pushed open the lid with his thumb, and slammed his mouth with wine.

"Drinking, killing the enemy, Ghost Clan's corpse... is the best dish to drink!"

Zhang Zhenyu laughed.

A roll of longspear, the spear rises like a pillar and rushes into the sky.

Zhang Zhenyu is a Four Shapes Realm martial daoist, Human Sovereign Qi swept out, and in an instant, between Heaven and Earth, turned into a longspear and fell.

fast as lightning, in an instant!

Martial arts created by Zhang Zhenyu, instant gun!

The moment the gun is released, kill the enemy in an instant!

Pu chi!! !

One shot penetrated the huge ghost head of the Ghost Clan garrison and nailed it to the ground. Zhang Zhenyu stepped up into the sky, piercing the huge ghost head with one shot and one shot. , The burst to the thorn!

Take the Qi Refinement Fifth Realm Great Martial Ancestor to kill the Sixth Realm Ghost Clan great cultivator!

Above the tower.

Yang Hu burst out, swooping down with a knife!

Be the first to take the lead, and between running, The earth shook and the mountain quivered, the small flag flutters in the wind behind you!

"Kill!!!"

He rushed into the Ghost Clan army, swung his knife, and killed the ghost!

The little soldier Li Si, also roared, using longspear to assassinate Ghost Clan.

He is fierce and unafraid of death, Human Race Martial Artist is fierce and unafraid of death.

In the face of the roaring Ghost Clan, Li Si directly detonated the blood sac in his body, his breath swelled, a spear thrust pierced the Ghost Clan cultivator's head, and killed the opponent!

The general said that to kill Ghost Clan, you have to target your head!

Because Ghost Clan is indifferent, it is the weakness that has the soul in his head.

Li Si was covered in blood and killed three Ghost Clan Ghost Soldiers.

But in the end, the power of blood essence decayed and Ghost Soldier surrounded him, and he could only flick his spear madly.

"Come on! Come on!"

Li Si roared.

Finally, several ghost spears pierced through the body.

The blood gathered from the lips into silk, dripping down.

Li Si fell in a pool of blood, staring blankly at Qing City behind him. There are his family in the city and his childhood sweethearts.

He saw a white clothed stand standing on the tower.

In the dark night, rays of light exudes like a beacon.

He laughed.

Wish to fight for Human Race again in the next life.

Li Si, a soldier, died in battle.

The year, seventeen.

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bang!! !

in the sky.

A ghastly hand covering the heavens, shielding the sun, crashed down, and moved towards the Human Race army rushing out from the inner city of Qing City.

Zhang Zhenyu raised his head to dishevelled hair, his body was covered with wounds, and blood was flowing.

However, he stood on the long street, holding the longspear in his hand, and carrying the body of the Ghost Clan resident envoy, his eyes gleaming and he was not afraid.

The hand of that gloomy ghost releases extremely terrifying fluctuations, as if it can wipe out the entire Qing City.

That is Ghost Clan's Seventh Realm powerhouse!

The murderous intention spreads and makes the scalp numb.

Zhang Zhenyu threw away the tattered Ghost Clan resident envoy's body, holding the longspear, step by step heavenly ascension straight up, the Human Sovereign Qi on his body was nearly exhausted.

But his breath is as fierce as a star!

How about a strong enemy?

I have a gun in my hand, dare to go to the blue sky and call Ghost God!

At this moment of the war, Zhang Zhenyu has been a little close to exhaustion. He has killed many Ghost Clan cultivators of the same level, and many Ghost Clan cultivators of the same level.

Even the Ghost Clan resident envoy was killed by him.

In this battle, Zhang Zhenyu felt that he was enough to kill!

"Kill!"

Longspear counterattacked, facing the huge ghost claws pressed down by the cover, piercing out without fear!

Pu chi!! !

The horrible spear glow pierced the big palm and pierced it!

The last Human Sovereign Qi is filled with uproar!

The waves of Ghost Qi are falling surgingly from the palm of their hands. That is the blood of Ghost Clan top powerhouse!

Between Heaven and Earth, there is a painful howl, and a flustered and exasperated roar!

The ghost claw retreats.

And Zhang Zhenyu fell back into the world, standing on the long street of Qing City, glaring, the last drop of blood ran out of his body, and the last ray of Human Sovereign Qi was also exhausted.

As a martial daoist, he lives up to every strand of Human Sovereign Qi!

His breath weakened.

However, all around him, Ghost Clan's corpses are stacked like a mountain, even if Zhang Zhenyu's breath is weakened to the extreme, no Ghost Clan cultivator dared to approach him within seven steps.

Zhang Zhenyu stood straight, his waist straightened, and his eyebrows glared.

Holding a gun, stand like a gun.

The breath is completely eliminated.

The former Qing State guardian Zhang Zhenyu, died in battle.

The year, thirty-six.

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This battle is destined to be tragic.

Ghost Clan wants to break through the inner city of Qing City, looting and killing the Human Race, and devouring flesh and blood.

However, Human Race will naturally not allow it. This is how war broke out.

Because of Zhang Zhenyu alone, Ghost Clan suffered extremely heavy losses, with numerous casualties, even the garrison died tragically, and even the Peak powerhouse was injured!

For Ghost Clan, this is a little hard to accept. Because it is hard to accept, they are becoming more and more crazy. They have even made no secrets, directly roaring, noisy, and siege of the city with great fanfare.

The entire Qing City, as if on this night, turned into a gloomy ghost.

The clans are stationed in the realm of envoys.

The powerhouses of all races are watching. Ghost Clan will launch an attack on the inner city of Qing City tonight. They had already expected it.

After all, Lu Mangran refused to sign the treaty, Ghost Clan wanted to control the Qing State, it would take a long time, and they needed the flesh and blood of Human Race, so they didn’t want to wait anymore and launched an attack. .

However, the price is so tragic that Ghost Clan is a little unacceptable.

A resident envoy died, and countless Ghost Soldiers died. The resilience of Human Race is beyond their imagination.

Divine Race, Immortal Clan, Monster Race, Demon Race and other powerhouses all watched in silence.

Ghost Clan suffered heavy casualties, but... Human Race also suffered heavy casualties.

The soldiers of the Human Race guarding the inner city of Qing City are full of bones.

The former Qing State guardian Zhang Zhenyu also died in battle.

Human Race uses blood to maintain this city and maintain the bottom line of Human Race.

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Yang Hu looked at Zhang Zhenyu's dissipated breath and the straight silhouette standing there, tears streaming down from the tiger's eyes!

"General! Let's go!"

Yang Hu said.

next moment, his eyes are full of ferocious eyes, the longblade in his hand is swung out, pu chi smashes the head of a Ghost Clan cultivator!

He wears armor and wields a longblade like a War God.

Yang Hu is not a martial daoist, he is just a simple Qi Refinement Martial Artist, he is also a Great Martial Ancestor, he has a strong physique and is a good player in the battlefield!

He wanted to slaughter in the Ghost Clan formation that Zhang Zhenyu pierced through.

He inserted a knife into the mouth of the Ghost Clan cultivator, squeezed it sharply, and crushed the head of the Ghost Clan, and the ghost was wiped out!

Yang Hu is very confident, that is the confidence of the sword maker, with the longblade in his hand, nothing can be cut, no ghost can not be killed!

As the guardian of Qing State today, he has the responsibility and obligation to guard Qing City.

Will not let Ghost Clan do evil in the city!

This is his persistence.

Perseverance for a lifetime!

The light of the sword is diffuse, like a waterfall, and Ghost Clan is beheaded one after another!

Ghost Clan, who died beside him, did not kill less than Zhang Zhenyu, Yang Hu was a fierce general.

The weak Ghost Clan killed him!

He also killed the powerful Ghost Clan cultivator!

However, Yang Hu is also a human, and he will also feel tired.

After slaying a Ghost Clan cultivator, Yang Hu staggered. The small flag behind him had broken one shot, and the remaining two flags were stained with his blood.

And Yang Hu Gazebo, densely packed, the ghost Clan army is countless.

Ghost Clan is bound to win the inner city of Qing City!

On the other hand, Qing City did not even have reinforcements.

Yang Hu suddenly felt a little sad, and suddenly felt that he wanted to kill the enemy, powerless.

But he never flinched, never feared.

Because he knows that behind him is the inner city of Qing City, with the Human Race family of people.

His Yang Hu defended Qing City, not for the imperial court.

Just for the Human Race people behind them.

"Children, kill!"

Yang Hu roared, like tiger roaring at mountains and forests.

Behind him, the sound of following shouts has become very few.

Yang Hu continued to rush into the enemy army without looking back.

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Qing City Tower.

Lu Mangran has a white clothed scholar, with a sword on his waist, watching the fierce fighting underneath.

Looking at Yang Hu fighting bloody battles, watching the army guards who lost their lives at a young age, watching the powerful former guards force their lives to retreat Ghost Clan top powerhouse......

Countless emotions, as if mountain cry out and sea howl burst towards him, impacting him.

Make his eyes gradually red.

Students are emotional people.

Even more how is his Lu Mangran, while pulling out, gritting his teeth, tears rolled in Lu Mangran's eyes.

Where are the quiet years, and where are the mountains and rivers unharmed.

It's just that someone is walking forward with a heavy load and guarding it silently!

Unfortunately, Lu Mangran is just a scholar, unable to pull strongly against a crazy tide, he is not a martial daoist, and there is no such thing as a cultivation base!

His trembling hand, holding a trembling sword.

There was a loud bang in my brain.

He has never faced a war directly, but at this moment, when he is in the war, he feels his blood is boiling and his soul is vibrating.

Compared with the walking corpse in the hall, here...maybe it is the home of my generation of men!

Hateful, he doesn't have the power to bind a chicken, and he can't change much.

Lu Mangran was suddenly at a loss.

He thought of the news from the emperor of capital city, asking him to sign a treaty to give Ghost Clan the Qing State that so many soldiers and so many Human Race men were bleeding to death.

How ridiculous, how ironic.

Human Race is not weak!

However, such an Imperial Court weakens Human Race!

Lu Mangran did not return.

He still stands on the tower, clothes whiter than snow, like a lamp in the night.

With him, the soldiers of the Human Race who are fighting underneath are like Sea Calming Divine Needle in their hearts. There is no despair, no sorrow, because Honorable Lu accompanies them to fight together.

xiu xiu xiu!

A Ghost Clan cultivator broke through the line of defense and moved towards the inner city city wall!

They have a ghost shadow, climbing straight up the city wall, and their eyes are throbbing with excitement!

"Kill!"

Upstairs.

Lu Mangran was no longer at a loss. He held the sword and slashed it sharply, smashing a Ghost Clan cultivator.

A soldier who defended the city also brandished a weapon to knock the Ghost Clan cultivator off.

Yang Hu was stained with blood, and the flag behind him was completely broken.

He waved his longblade and killed Zhang Zhenyu's body.

Holding Zhang Zhenyu's corpse, he returned to the inner city of Qing City. Yang Hu's blood and tears rolled, and Zhang Zhenyu's corpse, as well as the corpses of many Human Race soldiers, were placed at the foot of the city wall.

After that, Yang Hu rushed out of the city, turned his head and screamed and asked the soldiers to close the city gate.

"Shoucheng!!!"

Yang Hu's voice was broken.

His burly body holds the still sharp longblade, looks at the closed city gate, raises his head and laughs, cursed "his grandma's", and then continues to rush towards the Ghost Clan army.

Lu Mangran stands on the city wall with a sword, looking down, watching the bodies of Human Race soldiers, dragged away by Ghost Clan, eaten flesh and blood, full of heart and heart Desolate and angry.

His hand holding the sword was shaking.

Willing to kill the enemy, powerless.

Hate!

Who can have a cultivation base with him!

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The news of Ghost Clan's attack on Qing City was uploaded instantly in the Great Qing Palace Report.

Human Race, everyone is angry and scolds the sky.

Ghost Clan's offensive was so fast that no one would have thought that Ghost Clan launched the war to occupy Qing State just after the Qing State conference.

Many Human Race Martial Artists and Human Race martial daoist who have rushed to help have not arrived yet.

Today's Qing City, wind and rain are precarious.

Cloudhill Academy.

It is peaceful and peaceful.

In the pavilion, the parrot is broadcasting the content of the Great Qing Palace Report loudly.

The sound is surging among the mountains.

Even if they focused on climbing the stone path and analyzing the Martial Tablet, everyone fell silent.

Between the monuments.

There is a cool breeze.

Fang Zhou opened his eyes and listened to the announcement that he was sighed.

In my mind, Martial Arts Bookstore is trembling violently, endless golden glow is releasing, dazzling.

"Is this feeling something?"

Fang Zhou could not help muttering as he felt the strangeness of the Martial Arts Bookstore.

Today's Martial Arts Bookstore is much stronger than before. Because of the accumulation of Human Sovereign Qi, Martial Arts Bookstore seems to fit more and more closely with Fang Zhou, just like acknowledging Fang Zhou. .

"Do you want me to go to Qing City to have a look?"

Fang Zhou muttered: "Then...let's take a look."

Fang Zhou moved his mind and used the one-time special Soul Shift Spiritual Exchange opportunity.

Specify the target's soul removal.

[Whether to use the special Soul Shift Spiritual Exchange opportunity? 】

"Yes."

"Moving soul position, Qing City."

"Target...Lu Mangran."

[The target of the soul transfer has been selected, the soul transfer time is one hour]

The words fall.

The tremor of Martial Arts Bookstore stopped abruptly.

A soul candle burns slowly.

In the Stele House, the breeze is blowing.

Cao Tiangang suddenly opened his eyes and glanced at Fang Zhou suspiciously. His Sixth Sense was extremely keen. Just now, he felt Fang Zhou’s breath suddenly changed. In that moment, It seemed that a great horror flashed away in Fang Zhou's body.

What is Brother Fang...... doing?

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