Starting from the recovery of Shanhaijing

Chapter 11 Killing the Boss
Facing the murderous aura of Nightmare.

Zheng Xuerong froze, and panic flashed across her cold face.

Subconsciously, he reached out to get the talisman at his waist, and when he touched the bag, he suddenly realized that he had already used up all the talismans in this fierce battle.

Pulling out the sword, his eyes locked on the Nightmare Knight, he bit the index finger of his left hand, wiped the blade, and a light red aura spread on it.

Turning back at this time is exposing the back to Yan Qi, and he will undoubtedly die.

Only face to face!

The red-haired ghost head hovering in mid-air rushed down, forcibly stopped the other two who wanted to support, and even took two hard blows for it, and even his figure faded a bit.

Relying on the space gained by the red-haired ghost head, Yan Qi finally got close to Zheng Xuerong, and the two straight knives drew a cold arc in mid-air, chopping and falling.

Facing this aggressive attack, the slower Zheng Xuerong could only block it with all her strength.

But how could her strength compare to that of the leader of the Nightmare Rider? The moment the weapons of the two sides collided, the whole person fell half out of thin air, half kneeling on the ground, and blood stains were immediately stained on the knees, and the front half of the straight knife was even toward the neck. Press down hard.

Zheng Xuerong clenched her silver teeth, feeling the cold edge, looking back at her companions, she found that they were still being entangled by the red-haired ghost skulls.

Just when she was in despair, she suddenly caught a glimpse of the trees in front of her right and rushed out a straight figure.

Looking at each other, she clearly saw the man in the peculiar mask raised his finger to his lips, signaling her not to expose, and immediately circled behind Yan Qi.

Realizing that this was her only chance to escape, Zheng Xuerong, who no longer cared much, decisively let go of her left hand holding the hilt of the sword, resisted with her right hand alone, let the blade cut into her shoulder blade, endured the severe pain, and drew a talisman in the air with her left hand!
Beads of blood gushed out from the index finger that had been bitten off earlier, outlining a mysterious blood talisman.

The blood on the face faded at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the whole person's breath was a little weak, and this almost self-mutilation action unsurprisingly attracted all the attention of the leader of the nightmare, and was even forced to withdraw a knife. Instead, he slashed at the blood talisman, trying to destroy it before it took shape.

However, at the moment when it is distracted, the vacancy is inevitably revealed.

A whip kick hit the back of the head of the Nightmare Rider with the sound of howling wind.

Even with the blessing of sorcery, a lot of strength was removed, which still made his figure shake for a while.

"The witchcraft on his body has not been broken, buy time for me, and suppress him."

Feeling the looseness of the blade on her neck, Zheng Xuerong immediately pulled back, completely ignoring the wound on her shoulder, and joined her hands together to form a seal,

"Decree of the Supreme Qing, blood burning, phantom!"

After the words fell, the blood talisman immediately burned, turned into blood flames and gushed out, and made a dozen fire birds on the way, bypassing Yan Jing, and bumped directly into the leader of the Nightmare Rider, and every collision would make it The armor exploded with sparks, dispelling a large swath of black mist.

Zheng Xuerong, who consumed a lot of energy to activate the blood talisman, fell to the ground, her eyes fixed on the battle ahead, this was all she could do, the blood talisman would destroy the defense of the Nightmare Cavalry, and the rest was pure melee body fight.

Can this Wufu who suddenly appeared can do it?
She had the answer in the next second.

The martial artist who suddenly appeared was unexpectedly powerful!

Facing the leader of the Nightmare Rider, he didn't flinch at all. After the whip leg hit, he pressed harder and harder, his fists and feet wrapped around the torso of the leader of the Nightmare Knight like raindrops of blood flames.

Cooperating with the fire bird, Yan Jing's offensive became more and more fierce.

Until a certain moment, the heel of the leader of the Nightmare Rider hit the stone on the ground, and his figure staggered.

Yan Jing's eyes suddenly burst into a gleam, and he stretched out his left hand, and roared in a muffled voice,
"Sword come!"

Without further ado, Zheng Xuerong got up, grabbed her sword and threw it out.

Start with the long sword.

Hades Trifold Waves!
The moment the skill was activated, a burst of vigor was generated out of thin air. Yan Jing may not know sword skills, but he can always chop people with his sword.

The long sword that had been blessed by wiping Zheng Xuerong's blood before was used as a long knife by Yan Jing and aimed at the neck of the leader of the Nightmare Rider and slashed three times.

One sword pierces armor, one sword cuts flesh, and one sword breaks bones!
The head rose into the sky mixed with blood.

The red-haired ghost head that had just escaped the siege of the other two Taoist priests flew down in the air, and fell into decline because of the death of its master before it could stop it. The last thing it saw was the disdainful gaze of the man standing sideways with a sword.

The impact of the defeat of one of the leaders of the Nightmare Riders on the scorching battle is self-evident.

The remaining Nightmare leader had just gained the upper hand, when he turned around inadvertently and saw a particularly familiar head falling not far from him, and then saw the Taoist priests surrounding him from the other side, and immediately chose to withdraw from the battlefield after a short hesitation.

The leader fled, and the rest of the Nightmare Cavalry naturally had no meaning to stay, and they all disappeared into the dense forest in a short while.

"Mission 9 has been completed, take care of the Taoist priests (9/[-])."

As the reminder sounded in his mind, Yan Jing poked the long sword in his hand on the ground, sat down on the ground, and hurriedly took out Xiao Huan Dan and ate two pills to restore his strength.

The rounds of battles had exhausted him, especially the battle against the leader of the Nightmare Rider. In order to prevent the opponent from counterattacking, Yan Jing almost spared no effort except for the hole card of Hujiao Bian.

After taking a breath, Yan Jing, who had completed the task, looked around, not showing any joy on his face, but rather dazed.

After less than ten minutes of fighting, the ground in the forest was already full of dead bodies and wounded, and the sound of wailing was endless.

The excitement and excitement brought by the battle faded away, and Yan Jing inevitably felt uncomfortable with this miserable scene.

Just when Yan Jing was in a daze, footsteps suddenly came from beside her. Turning her head to look, she happened to see the female Taoist priest lift up the long sword on the ground, walk towards the corpse of Yan Qi not far away, and immediately stabbed the sword into her chest.

'So ruthless, you have to flog the corpse after death? '

Yan Jing subconsciously thought that she was trying to destroy the corpse to vent her anger, but after looking at it for a while, she found that she seemed to be looking for something.

The right shoulder was injured, so she only held the sword with her left hand. The female Taoist slashed for a while, then bent down and took out a crimson crystal the size of an ordinary lychee from the chest of the leader of the Nightmare Rider. Before him, he opened his mouth and said,
"This item is your trophy."

[Red-haired ghost core (foreign body)]

Quality: Rare
Special effects: The ghost core sealed with a special secret method has various uses.

After reading the pitiful item introduction with few words, Yan Jing was a little stunned for a moment, and just about to ask, the female Taoist priest bowed with her sword,
"I'm a disciple of the Five Generations of the Qing Dynasty, Zheng Xuerong, just now thank you for your help!"

"Yan Jing, she's just an unknown pawn in the rivers and lakes."

Recalling the background of the incident and mission, Yan Jing picked up the soul core on the ground, cupped her hands and spoke.

While the two were talking, people from the nearby rivers and lakes had already helped each other and started to evacuate, and they didn't even have time to clean up the corpses on the ground.

Not that they were cold-blooded.

It's because it's only a small group of cavalry in the pursuit who are repulsed this time. The real large army is still behind and may appear at any time.

(End of this chapter)