Human figures were running in the mountains, and the golden light connected together, gradually taking shape in all directions at the foot of the mountain in the east.
Halfway up the mountain, Zhang Fei, the inspector of the Yin and Yang worlds, rode his horse in a circle and galloped wildly, crouching low on the horse's back to avoid the iron mace that swept over from above. He swung the snake spear in his hand to sweep away the soldier with the immortal soul attached to him, and crashed him into a big rock on the side of the mountain, spurting blood. The soul left the body and ascended to heaven at that moment.
A figure holding two iron maces rode up on horseback, and suddenly clasped the maces to the left and right. Zhang Fei hastily turned into Yin Qi and dispersed. The big tree was directly exploded by the two maces, breaking in half, and fell into the mountain stream dragging the tree cage.
Yin energy gathered again, and Zhang Fei showed up. He swung his snake spear, causing a violent sound of breaking wind, which instantly turned into wind and thunder, and smashed forward. It was blocked by the iron mace. Qin Qiong's eyes lit up, and the iron mace in his other hand flashed with light at the same time, and smashed down on the opponent's head.
Zhang Fei turned his wrist, and the weapon that was curved like a snake's tongue went straight to the opponent's heart. The iron mace that was smashed in the air was forced to hover. Qin Qiong had to dodge sideways, letting the snake spear brush past the heart guard on his chest. Then, he clamped the opponent's long weapon under his armpit, and the weapon condensed with Yin energy burst with a "click".
"Ah, ah—" Zhang Fei clenched the shaft, Yin Qi burst out, and he rode his warhorse towards the opponent. The latter snorted coldly, not retreating an inch, pushing out the mud under the horse's hooves.
At the moment when the two sides were fighting each other, a figure in green robe and golden armor suddenly came like a gust of wind in the diffuse mist, and swung his sword to cut off the snake spears that the two gods were fighting for. The falling blade followed the long shaft of the snake spear and whistled towards Qin Qiong's face, and a few strands of beard were cut off by the wind.
"Second brother?!"
Zhang Fei pulled the reins and took two steps back. He stretched out his hand to grab the snake spear that had fallen to the ground. When he saw the figure rushing over there, he shouted, "He's mine!"
Over there, the trees exploded with a loud bang, wood chips flew everywhere, the Qinglong sword slashed the fallen tree trunk and Guan Yu turned his head and shouted softly: "There is a trick here, run away!"
Dou Ma turned around, broke through several surrounding soldiers, leaped up and turned into Yin Qi and flew into the sky. Zhang Fei was so angry that he gritted his teeth and hit the huge rock next to him with his spear, then flew into the air.
"Can you leave?"
A few sudden attacks of knife strikes forced the embarrassed Qin Qiong to jump off his horse. He leaped up with divine light on his body, and the next moment, he fell back to the ground. There was a big black-haired hand pressing on his shoulder. Opposite him, there was a fat and strong black man with a pig's head, fangs like steel forks, and mane like iron. Amid the noisy chaos, immortal soldiers rushed over, swung the nine-toothed rake, and hit the opponent's shoulder with a bang. With a hook of the nine teeth, he pulled the man to his feet. A pair of big yellow eyes looked around and then stared at Qin Qiong's face.
He spoke in a muffled voice.
"Zuo Tianpeng, how are you?"
"Marshal."
The Dharma body of Qin Qiong is Zuo Tianpeng of the Heaven Realm, the deputy general of Marshal Tianpeng. When he saw his former master, his expression was somewhat moved. He could not even hold the double maces in his hands. He knelt on one knee on the ground and raised his hands.
"I am here to see the Marshal."
"Get up, there's no need to perform such a grand ceremony." Seeing his old friend again, Zhu Ganglie felt a lot of emotion in his heart. He supported the other person with one hand while holding his weapon, and said, "Let me ask you, did Ah Yue come down with you?"
Zuo Tianpeng shook his head.
Seeing this, Zhu Ganglie looked at the soldiers around him who dared not move forward, chuckled softly, feeling a little relieved and a little disappointed, then slowly turned around and left.
"No, that's good. No, that's good."
“Marshal!” Zuo Tianpeng stood up from the ground, took two steps forward, stopped when he saw the departing figure, and said quickly: “Since the Marshal is already here, why not join the immortals? We can still return to heaven later…”
"return?"
A tall figure in the mist in front of us turned his long nose and mouth to the side, and his big copper bell eyes showed ferocity: "Why do you want to go back? Isn't this world beautiful? Since Ah Yue didn't come down, I won't show mercy anymore. Next time we meet, I won't talk to you like this. Take care of yourself!"
"marshal!!"
Zuo Tianpeng stretched out his hand and chased after him for a few steps, then walked to the edge of the cliff. He watched the evil wind sweep the mist away, closed his eyes and let out a long sigh, then punched the big tree next to him, causing the branches and leaves to shake and fall down.
"Zuo Tianpeng, you don't dare to chase?"
Amid the rustling sound of falling leaves, a figure on horseback holding a spear slowly approached. Qin Qiong, who was possessed by Zuo Tianpeng, turned his head to the side. In his peripheral vision, he saw a young general in a white robe and silver armor pulling a spear. Faint roars of tigers could be heard in the air behind him.
"The former Marshal Tianpeng has long lost his former power and has become a pig demon in the lower world. Haha... Can he still scare you?"
"I am thinking of the Marshal's love for me, not what you think."
Zuo Tianpeng turned around and jumped over the people, grabbed a pair of iron maces from the ground, and jumped onto the warhorse: "Marshal Tianpeng and I cannot fight. White Tiger Star, if you think you are capable, let's fight."
After saying that, he pulled the reins and turned his horse's head, heading down the mountain, leaving the young general snorting and looking in the direction where Zhu Ganglie disappeared, "Humph, we are all immortals, and we may meet again in the future. It's not good to tear our faces apart, but killing a few Yin gods from the lower world is always okay."
He kicked the horse's belly and broke through the hanging branches. He kicked the horse's back and turned into divine light and flew out. Yin energy from the surrounding foothills rose into the sky and flew away from this side.
"Okay, kill one first!"
The divine light streaked across the night sky and slammed into the nearest group of yin energy. With a loud tiger roar, the yin spirit and the yin energy inside were directly shaken away.
Hehehe… Hahahaha…
The divine light fell to the ground and turned into a human form. Looking at the Yin God falling to the ground, he raised the silver spear in his hand and stabbed it down. Suddenly, Yin Qi fell from the night sky and flew close to the ground. He immediately put away the spear and swung the spear horizontally to sweep away the incoming Yin Qi.
Boom!
There was a huge sound of metal clashing, and the Yin Qi was shaken and scattered, revealing a silver spear that was holding his long weapon. On the opposite side, the Yin Qi was scattered, revealing a snow-white warhorse that was shaking its mane and neighing. Above him was a general with a snow-white helmet tassel, facing handsomely, holding a long spear in his hand.
Baihuxing frowned slightly. He felt uncomfortable because the two men were dressed very similarly. He used his spear to separate them and rode his horse to kill them.
"What's the name of the Yin God from the lower world?!"
Holding the dragon gall, the figure in white robe and silver armor silently raised his hand and pointed a spear at the opponent's spear tip. He tapped the horse's belly with his heel, and as if in life, the warhorse suddenly burst into speed and rushed to the opposite side.
In an instant, Longdan pressed against the opponent's silver spear and brushed along the spear head. The general in white robe and white horse also shouted: "I am -" The two horses crossed each other's heads. Baihuxing looked sideways and drew the long sword at his waist. On the opposite horse, Zhao Yun raised his foot and kicked the back of his hand, pressing the hilt back, "-Changshan-"
The two horses crossed each other's tails. The general, with a loud neighing sound, suddenly turned sideways, put away his spear and drew his sword, turned his body diagonally backward, swung his arms, and chopped down with a sword.
"—Zhao Zilong!!"
As the voice roared, White Tiger Star paused on the warhorse that was crossing over, and the cloak on his back split open with a hissing sound, breaking into two pieces and floating away in the night wind.
He subconsciously reached behind him, turned around and looked. Zhao Yun, in a white robe and a white horse, leaned over from the horse's back, grabbed a Yin Shen on the ground, and disappeared into the night.
"Zhao Yun... Wait, he ran away after the fight?"