Ye Zifeng's words resounded loudly, resounding in the entire courtyard.
From placing in the magic formation, to luring the enemy, to closing the door and starting the battle, it was done in one go, and it was logical.
Those who didn't know thought that Ye Zifeng had already planned for several days.
However, in fact, less than two days have passed since he entered Tianmen to now.
It is possible to fight the frenzy of corpses head-on in Ghost Death Town, which is equivalent to the middle-level difficulty of warriors.
This kind of behavior is really beyond the imagination of the master.
…
"This... good good."
The three "good" words in a row are exactly the portrayal of Han Yue's mood under the current anger.
"Ye Zifeng, you still want to fight with me. It seems that I have underestimated you. But, you wait for me. When the flute is over, you will be the ones who will die." Start… "
At this time, Hanyue didn't want to underestimate her any more, she stepped back more than a dozen steps, her face was serious, she held the jade flute, and the sound she made suddenly became an octave higher.
The ghost servants who were still in the courtyard, under the octave higher sound of the flute, suddenly grinned, and the veins all over their bodies continued to swell...
…
"Shua Shua!"
Another afterimage of a sword passed by, and there were three or four blood holes between the neck of a ghost servant for no reason, his body was slack, and he fell limply to the ground.
Zhao Shucheng drew out his sword, greeted hurriedly and said: "Hurry up, move faster, you can hear the flute sound changing, right? The more ghost servants you kill now, before the sound of the flute ends, we will have A chance to live..."
"Okay!" Everyone shouted in unison, the movements of their hands were swift and neat, without sloppy.
Although this team was formed temporarily, it was not ambiguous at such a critical moment.
The excellent conditions created by Ye Zifeng encouraged everyone even more, allowing them to see the hope of reversal and work hard for it.
Zhao Shucheng paused for a moment, scanned the audience, his eyes stopped on someone, and suddenly showed a look of surprise: "Ye Zifeng, we are all trying our best, what the hell are you doing?"
"Aren't I studying your Ice Emperor Sword?"
It turned out that he saw Ye Zifeng swinging left and right, trying the sword in his hand, but he didn't see him chopping down any ghost servants.
"What… "
Zhao Shucheng was startled when he heard the words, and stayed on the spot dumbly: "Did you hear what the ghost servant master said? Besides, you already have the Purple Lightning Flying Sword, what time is it, and what kind of ice are you still studying?" Emperor Sword?"
"My Zidian flying sword accidentally curled its blade, so I thought..."
Zhao Shucheng took a deep breath, and couldn't help being shocked by the other party's thick skin.
Curly? The flying sword at the peak of the spiritual level can still curl its blade
Didn't it work just now
Ye Zifeng sincerely asked for advice, and smiled slightly: "Didn't you say that this Ice Emperor Sword is passed down from the ancestors, so what are the tricks in using it? If I don't get this explanation, I'm afraid I won't be able to concentrate on killing Ghost servant."
"you… "
"Okay, I'm sharpening knives and chopping wood by mistake, so don't hide it, tell me the trick quickly, don't delay everyone's... fighter opportunity."
When the word "fighter machine" was mentioned, Zhao Shucheng's expression froze, the corners of his mouth twitched slightly, normally, not only would he not talk to Ye Zifeng, but he would even give him the sole of Yingfeng's shoe.
However, now, when all will are united and united against the enemy, no one can be allowed to lose the chain.
Who can know what kind of changes will happen on the field when Hanyue's flute stops.
Everything needs to be prepared for a rainy day.
"Well, I owe you. Anyway, the Ice Emperor Sword has already belonged to you. Now the situation is urgent. Since you want to know how to do it, I will give you this thing."
Zhao Shucheng gritted his teeth fiercely, holding something tightly in his arms with one hand, he let go after a while, and threw a small ring to Ye Zifeng.
"This is..." Ye Zifeng narrowed his eyes slightly.
Zhao Shucheng's complexion was a little painful: "Remember the ring I gave you earlier, which symbolizes the identity of the Zhao family's VIP, and now the ring I give you is a ring that symbolizes the blood of the Zhao family. You fill it with spiritual energy, this Ice Emperor The frosty air of the sword will work."
If the weapons passed down from the ancestors can be used by others with just a single wave, without any restrictions, then most of them are also poor things.
Now, the Ice Emperor Sword can only be activated with a ring, so naturally it is not an ordinary thing.
And Zhao Shucheng gave his ring to Ye Zifeng, obviously doing his best to survive.
This good opportunity will never come again, in the future, Zhao Shucheng will definitely not be willing to give up the ring to Ye Zifeng.
"So that's it! Then I'll try."
Ye Zifeng's eyes lit up, and he immediately put on the ring that Zhao Shucheng had given him, a wave of spiritual energy gushed out from both arms, attached to the ring, emitting glints of glimmering ice crystals.
"The magic weapon of the Zhao family really has some skills."
He sighed, and then stretched out his hand to hold the hilt of the Ice Emperor Sword. Suddenly, an ethereal and deep fighting spirit surged in his heart, and even the faint light on the ring suddenly magnified.
Before Ye Zifeng could control it, a strange force surged out from the tip of the Ice Emperor Sword.
Ye Zifeng's reaction was also extremely fast, seeing that something was wrong, he immediately pointed him at a ghost servant, a gust of icy cold air suddenly erupted from the tip of the sword!
"middle!"
The energy spirit snake twists and turns, clusters of ice crystals condense into a solid body in front of the ghost servant, layer upon layer, spread from the ghost servant's feet to the chest, and finally condense on the face.
The other party didn't even have time to express any surprise, and the whole person was frozen to death.
"Ding Ding Ding" to count the sound.
Ye Zifeng's eyes flashed, and with a twitch, he retrieved the Ice Emperor Sword neatly.
I saw the "ice sculpture" in front of him falling straight down under the power of his hand.
There was a loud bang, and smoke and dust rose everywhere.
A ghost servant who was standing still just now, turned into ice scum all over the ground in the blink of an eye.
This scene was particularly eye-catching, even Hanyue, who was playing the jade flute, lowered her head and gave Ye Zifeng a deep look.
"Okay, Zhao Shucheng, your magic weapon is really powerful."
Ye Zifeng laughed in satisfaction, nodded, and raised his head to look at Zhao Shucheng.
But he found that the other party let out a short and convulsive breath, and stood there as if rooted, like the "ice sculpture" just now.
"this… "
Zhao Shucheng was stunned, half of his face was twitching: "I have been forced by my father to study for more than half a year, but I still can't show the strength of this Ice Emperor Sword. If you cover the heat, you can do this to this extent?"
Ye Zifeng chuckled lightly: "Then it seems that this Ice Emperor Sword is destined for me, this ring, you can just give it to me."
One must know that Ye Zifeng was Wu Zong in his previous life, the method of turning Qi into shape is completely different from Zhao Shucheng.
As for the so-called ancestral magic weapon, in the eyes of Ye Zifeng, a figure at the level of Wuzong, there is nothing to say. After all, the remaining magic weapon used by Ye Zifeng, after hundreds of years, has become the mouth of his children and grandchildren. Is it an ancestral magic weapon
"Who said I gave it to you, I just borrowed it from you." Zhao Shucheng was stunned for a moment, his expression slightly sullen: "If you really dare to take my ring, be careful..."
"Did you forget that the blood pact you made before, and the oath that you will never take revenge?" Ye Zifeng asked with a slight smile.
"you… "
Zhao Shucheng was shocked all over, as if struck by lightning.
Yes, he remembered.
The big words he uttered earlier undoubtedly determined his fate of not being able to fight back when Ye Zifeng pitted him against him.
The bet of eternal life and eternal revenge, although it seems that there is no substantial loss, but if you really think about it carefully, it will be taken by someone with a heart, and you can make a fuss about it.
Because, let alone the ring, even if Zhao Shucheng's arm was cut off, according to the oath, he would not be able to take revenge.
"Okay, don't worry about it so much, I have already said that magic weapons are things outside the body, and human life is the most important thing. Now, our enemy is only her."
Ye Zifeng smiled solemnly, raised his head, his expression gradually turned cold, raised the Ice Emperor Sword, and pointed to where Hanyue was, the two looked at each other, the cold killing intent in each other's eyes was beyond words.
Zhao Shucheng didn't have time to say anything.
Ye Zifeng had already set off.
"The final sprint is here, everyone hurry up!"
I saw him urging the Ice Emperor Sword all the way, and the white light suddenly shone.
The aura emanating from the tip of the sword was like a thousand-year-old black ice, freezing several ghost servants in a row. It was so powerful and fast that it was jaw-dropping.
If he doesn't make a move, it's fine, but if he makes a move, it's like thunder.
Ye Zifeng's killing momentum undoubtedly aroused the blood courage in everyone's heart.
"Follow the killing, the sound of the flute will stop, so what are you waiting for?"
"Yeah, if we don't fight at this time, when will Ye Zifeng's Ice Emperor Sword open the way, now is the time for a big battle!"
Some conditions require pre-war preparations.
There are conditions, but they can only be realized during wartime! Just like Ye Zifeng obtained the ring corresponding to the Ice Emperor Sword.
Changed the time, changed the place, changed the person, Zhao Shucheng would not hand over his ring, Ye Zifeng would not be able to stimulate the potential of the Ice Emperor Sword...
In the compound.
With everyone's concerted efforts and Ye Zifeng's sudden assault using the Ice Emperor Sword, the speed of killing more than doubled
Spiritual energy roared and circled in the air, swords entered and swords exited, and blood fluttered.
In a blink of an eye, there were only the last three ghost servants left.
And at this moment, the sound of the flute stopped...
end of song.
Hanyue put down her jade flute, a sneer appeared on her pale lips.
"There are still ghost servants left, which means that you are all finished..."
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