Chapter 657: Luo Si kills the enemy

"Roth is crazy, he's crazy!"

"Let's do it together!"

"Kill this traitor!"

Xie Sichao, the White-Bone Crocodile Demon and other powerful beings roared and besieged Ross.

Although Luo Si received guidance from the Gray Bone Elder and made steady progress in the Wangchuan Underworld, he was still an outsider and had been there for too short a time, so he was not trusted.

This time he was appointed as the commander of the army attacking Baizhi Xiancheng, only because other senior officials did not want to take the responsibility themselves and pushed this hot potato to him.

Essentially, he is still an outsider.

There is a lack of time, opportunity, and connections to truly integrate into the Wangchuan Underworld system.

Even Ross himself, because of the advice of the Gray Bone Old Man (who told him that he would meet his destined master), subconsciously kept his distance from the Wangchuan Underworld.

However, Luo Si is at the Nascent Soul level and can be appointed as the commander of the army. His personal combat power is naturally recognized by the top leaders such as Wangchuan Mansion Lord.

He easily blocked the siege of the crowd, then broke away, his body like a rainbow of light, and quickly appeared in front of Master Hanyan.

"let me!"

"You two go first."

Ning Zhuo and Qing Yan looked at each other, turned their heads, left the battle circle, and quickly joined the Qingjiao army.

Seeing that the Qingjiao Army was attacking like a tiger, Xie Sichao, White Bone Crocodile Demon and others quickly gave up chasing Luo Si and rushed to lead the army.

However, the army under Ross's command is composed of more than just monks.

There are also a lot of ghosts!

Woo woo woo…

Amid the howling of ghosts and wolves, big-headed ghosts, small-headed ghosts, ghost mothers, drowned ghosts, hanged ghosts, skinned ghosts and so on became the source of unrest and killed their friendly forces one after another!

Most of these ghosts lack intelligence and strictly follow the highest orders.

The number of Qingjiao's army is too small, and dealing with Luo Si's troops is like a mouse attacking an elephant. The latter is too large, and it is unrealistic to completely destroy them.

But under Ross's orders, the elephant started a brutal internal struggle and began to collapse from within.

Xie Sichao and others tried hard to maintain it, but with little success.

"The situation has taken a turn for the worse. It is impossible for us to save ourselves."

"We can only wait for the rescue of the Imperial Guards!"

However, while they were looking forward to external forces, the Imperial Guards were also unable to take care of themselves.

The reason lies with the Mother of a Hundred Ghosts.

This old cultivator has profound experience and is good at enslaving ghosts. She has carefully selected and cultivated hundreds of powerful ghosts with outstanding combat power, so she is called the Mother of Hundred Ghosts.

With her death, the hundreds of powerful ghosts she had raised were freed from their restraints. They gained complete freedom and immediately began to act.

Some fled, some stood there looking around, and some, filled with hatred and resentment, attacked the imperial guards ruthlessly.

So it was very embarrassing that the Imperial Guards and Ross's troops encountered civil unrest for the same reason almost at the same time.

Before Luo Si launched a counterattack, he had already thought about the situation that would follow. Therefore, he focused on the Mother of Hundred Ghosts and used her ghost pets to plan the battlefield!

The entire Qingjiao Army rode on black blood paper horses.

The green ghost fire burned fiercely inside the paper horse, and the huge force was transmitted to the horse's entire body through the cardboard frame. The horse's hooves stepped on it, making a thunderous sound.

The paper horse's silence makes it seem even more fearless, and the oppressive feeling brought by the silent charge is more suffocating than its neighing!

Bang, bang, bang…

There were a series of muffled thuds, and countless monks under Ross's command fell on the Qingjiao Army's charge route.

"Shoot arrows! Throw spears!" The young officer shouted and tried his best to give orders, relying on the time gained by suffering heavy casualties in the front.

Jiao Ma's father waved the bone blade battle flag to consume the troops and activate the defensive tactics.

The bone blade battle flag immediately emitted a layer of light green light film, which quickly covered all members of the Qingjiao Army.

The rain of arrows and spears fired at the Qingjiao Army seemed to have hit an invisible swamp, being delayed and deflected. In the end, less than 10% of the arrows hit the target, and they were sparse and weak.

Qing Chi is always the one who rushes to the front.

The ghost girl took the lead, her whole body burning with blazing green flames.

The green flames even wrapped around her mount as she charged forward, burning the monks and causing them to scream in agony.

Qing Chi's fists and feet collided, and fist and palm prints formed by green flames burst out.

She had the military support, and Luo Si's troops were in an unprecedented state of weakness, unable to resist Qing Chi's fierce power. Several Jindan-level cultivators died under Qing Chi's attack.

Following Qing Chi closely were the elite Qing Jiao soldiers holding the Crescent Moon Sword.

They lay on the horse's back, as if they were one with the paper horse's skeleton. At the moment of charging into the enemy's army, these cavalrymen swung their swords fiercely!

“Buzz—clang—!”

A strange metallic vibration tore through the air; it was not like the collision of metal, but more like a glacier cracking!

The blade flashed like a streak of light, and the dark blue moonlight gushed out from the ice cracks, transforming into extremely condensed cold blade beams with jagged spatial ripples on the edges!

Wherever the blade passed, the space seemed to be frozen and cut apart by the extremely sharp moonlight!

No matter it was heavy armor, defensive spells, or weapons blocking in front, they were all cut, frozen, and shattered under the blade!

Then the blade slashed through the monk's body. Whether it was a flesh and blood body or a ghost body, it was instantly frozen in the extreme low temperature, and then turned into ice-blue powder, killing him on the spot.

Following closely behind the soldier with the Crescent Moon Sword was a soldier holding a Sky-Splitting Spear.

The tip of the gun is not made of metal, but is made of countless layers of talisman paper that are tightly rolled, compressed, and bonded with incredible density.

The sky-splitting spears pierced the enemies one after another.

“Puff, puff, puff, puff—!”

The dense, muffled piercing sounds merged into one.

The fluffy middle section of the gun tip suddenly exploded, and countless pieces of talisman paper that had been compressed to the extreme were ejected straight ahead. The talisman was activated, tearing the space apart, and then carrying countless pieces of the void, forming a terrifying storm.

Countless enemies were turned into sieves by the splashing void fragments.

The Sky-Splitting Spear was retracted, and only the lower half of the spear tip remained. But it didn't matter, as pieces of talisman paper quickly moved from the spear body, gathered at the front end, and condensed into a new spear tip.

The Crescent Moon Sword took the lead and cleared a path.

Then, every thrust of the Sky-Splitting Spear would instantly strangle any stubborn resisting warriors.

"Stop them, stop them!" An officer glared with bloodshot eyes, and screamed at the top of his lungs to take charge of the battle.

But the Qingjiao Army was like a giant python, shuttling through the huge enemy forces with extremely fierce attack.

Anyone who stood in their way was killed on the spot.

The Qingjiao Army also suffered a price, with several casualties and hundreds of injuries ranging from minor to serious.

Seeing this, Qing Chi took a deep breath, suddenly consumed 40% of his military strength, strengthened himself, and cast a spell!

Spell - Withering Fire Ring.

The intense green flames burning all over her body suddenly spread out with Qingchi as the center, forming a huge green fire ring.

The green fire brushed across the bodies of the Qingjiao Army's soldiers, bringing with it a boiling vitality.

Their wounds stopped bleeding quickly, and new flesh and light blue skin grew at a speed visible to the naked eye!

Even those black blood paper horses, the pale green ghost fire in their chests suddenly ignited, their paper skin became plump, and their shriveled skeletons emitted a slight humming sound, revealing a more vigorous yin energy.

When the green fire covers the enemy, it creates a completely different scene.

The enemy howled miserably as they were burned by the fire. Their flesh and blood withered and carbonized in the fire, and then their bones were exposed and burned into twisted, dry black charcoal.

The bodies of most of the enemy troops shrank rapidly, and eventually became a pile of gray, dry bones and charred fat covered by broken armor.

Almost all members of the Qingjiao Army recovered and their morale soared.

Qing Chi took a few deep breaths, his eyes flashing with brilliance, and his fighting spirit as high as a dragon.

Master Hanyan is fighting with Luo Si.

The former was surrounded by surging cold air, and countless icicles condensed and shot out violently, with a fierce attack like a violent storm.

The latter held a fishing rod and swung the fishing line, creating waves of space ripples that blocked Bing Ling's attack and kept his position stable.

Master Hanyan sneered and tried to put pressure on him with words: "Luo Si, you are so stupid!"

"Even if you can temporarily entangle me, what can I do?"

"Don't forget, your resume is still in the secret vault of Wangchuan Immortal City! From the moment you turned against us, the order has already been sent back!"

"Perhaps in the next moment, you will be cursed and killed."

"If you turn back now and join the light, you may be able to avoid death!"

Ross's eyes were calm, without fear or hesitation, only a kind of almost martyrdom-like concentration.

He seemed to be facing the abyss again, just as he had been in dire straits in Broken Dragon Gorge.

"Master Hanyan, I don't need you to remind me. I naturally know this."

"But I believe in the old man with gray bones!"

"The moment I led my army into this place, I received his spiritual transmission."

"My wise master is before my eyes. I don't believe I will be cursed to death so easily."

Master Han Yan sneered again: "Putting your life on an outsider? How foolish it is!"

Luo Si: "If it weren't for the help of Old Man Gray Bone, I wouldn't have any reason or clarity of mind, and would have become a ghost long ago."

"Why would he hurt me if he could save me?"

"If it weren't for his suggestions and arrangements over the years, how could I have achieved such a rapid rise?"

Master Han Yan yelled in frustration: "He is using you!"

"Even if he uses me and harms me, the worst that can happen is that I will give him my life in exchange." Luo Si smiled carefreely.

"You are so stubborn! Die!" Master Han Yan was completely enraged. He stopped talking nonsense and pointed his finger at Luo Si.

Ice Mage——Freeze killing line!

A faint blue light suddenly shot out, more condensed and stronger than the one used against Ning Zhuoqingyan before!

The ice line was like Yama's judge's pen, carrying deadly murderous intent, faster than lightning, piercing towards Luo Si's dantian between his eyebrows.

Ross dodged urgently with amazing speed.

But Master Hanyan only needs to turn his fingers to control the direction of the ice line, making it faster!

Where the ice line passes, the air leaves behind clearly visible white frost marks that linger for a long time.

Luo Si knew that he couldn't avoid it, so he shook the wrist holding the fishing rod violently, and the Three Lives Hook at the end of the fishing line suddenly disappeared!

bite!

An extremely crisp sound was heard, like ice crystals shattering in a glass cup.

The Three Lives Hook appeared in Master Hanyan's body.

Ross raised the rod suddenly.

Master Hanyan sneered: "My Hanyan Dharma Body has long been cultivated to the point where it has no conventional weaknesses. It's futile... uh."

The next moment, his sneer froze and was quickly replaced by a look of horror.

The Three Lives Hook took away a large amount of his magic power, vitality, spirit, etc., left his body and flew away into the air.

At this moment, Master Hanyan defended himself with all his strength.

But the attacks of hooks and lines were very strange, and the usual protective measures were completely useless!

Ross was shot by the freezing line and his entire left arm was frozen into an ice stick.

The smoke body of Master Hanyan was obviously thinner, and his momentum dropped by 30%.

The two men fought each other, and it was evenly matched, with each getting their own results!

They continued to fight, from mid-air to the ground, and then fought all the way from the ground to high into the sky.

Master Hanyan became more and more frightened as the battle went on.

He originally thought that without the support of military force, the military monk Ross might be able to show some combat power, but he would never be his opponent.

After fighting for more than a dozen rounds, he completely overturned his previous assumptions and could not hide his shock: "Without the support of military force, he is so strong. If there is military force, how many rounds can I last under his hands?"

"No!"

"I must kill him, with all my might!"

Ice Mage——Eternal Ice Prison!

He pressed his hands in the air, and the vast Nascent Soul level magic power mixed with military strength exploded.

Master Hanyan's body suddenly expanded and turned into a cold current, rushing towards Luo Si.

Wherever it went, the space was instantly frozen.

Ross retreated, but the cold current dispersed and surrounded him from behind, enveloping and swallowing him.

Eventually, the cold current turned into an ice block as big as a mountain, sealing Ross in the center of the mountain.

The iceberg shook slightly, and Master Hanyan sneered: "Luo Si, you died under my strongest trump card, which is glorious enough."

But the next moment, a barely perceptible fishing line surrounded Ross's frozen body, exerting continuous force.

It moved in the ice like a snake, ignoring the frozen space.

Wangchuan ferry line!

The fishing line penetrated the ice and one end emerged from the iceberg.

Ross's figure suddenly disappeared from his original place, and when he reappeared, he was already at the front end of the fishing line.

Without waiting for Master Hanyan to change his tactics, Luo Si grabbed the fishing line tightly and pulled it out hard.

Fishing skills - fishing for life in this world!

Master Hanyan was heartbroken and let out a scream. The entire iceberg suddenly collapsed and turned into billions of ice cubes and fragments.

The endless ice flakes turned back into terrifying cold air.

The cold air condensed together, trying to return to human form, but it kept rolling and could not take shape.

After a few breaths, it made a sizzling sound and completely dissipated like morning mist illuminated by the sun.

Master Hanyan was killed in action!

Ross's face was pale, his injuries were serious, and his breath was plummeting.

After slowly landing on the ground, he could only spread out the fishing line, reel it around, and take an emergency rest and heal his wounds.

The Qingjiao army had already defeated Luo Si's troops.

Ning Zhuo, Qing Chi, Qing Yan and the others were all exhausted, their magic power and physical strength were extremely consumed and almost exhausted.

The situation of other comrades is even more serious.

There was no way, they only had a few hundred people, and the number of opponents was too large. The Qingjiao Army was strong, and it was also a snake swallowing an elephant. They had been fighting with all their strength, fearing that the enemy would catch their breath and reorganize.

Even if only a part of it is organized, it will be a tough nut to crack and will cause considerable losses to the Qingjiao Army.

Fortunately, the entire army fought bravely and united as one. Ning Zhuo repeatedly attacked alone, and Qing Chi also displayed amazing battlefield intuition, strangling every bud of organization.

Whoosh whoosh…

Ning Zhuo was breathing heavily, and Qing Chi was covered in sweat.

They had achieved amazing results, but their endurance had reached its limit.

If we continue to fight, not to mention the enemy, our own area will collapse first.

"Oh no!" Ning Zhuo looked back, his face darkening.

Luo Si's army was fine, as they had been completely destroyed. But the Imperial Guards had no second Qingjiao Army to suppress them, and a complete remnant army had already appeared.

(End of this chapter)