Soul Echo

A huge number of undead Legions have occupied the outer walls of the castle, and many dead Spirit Warrior soldiers have entered the square, but some soldiers are still scattered around the castle.

Since he'd be noticed by them anyway, he wouldn't have to sneak around.

Zhong Ye just and honorable walked out of the street corner, pulled out the moonlight, and saw the brilliance of the morning sun pouring down from behind, pulling his shadow slender.

took a deep breath, put the big sword on his shoulders, raised his eyes, and there seemed to be anger burning in his pupils.

He took a step towards the undead army, and the silhouette disappeared instantly.

Countless spears shot up into the sky like dark clouds, obscuring the sky.

The dark tide rushed down, Zhong Ye didn't hold back - move forward! The only way to survive is to move forward!

"Oh, damn..."

Zhong Ye's silhouette shrank into a line, he slammed into the army with his great sword, throwing spears behind him like rain , destroying the house and tearing the earth apart, but it failed to hurt him in the slightest.

——None of the throwing spears fell into the undead army's position, which was Faisal's biggest mistake.

It subconsciously commands its undead army with the standard of a living Legion, forgetting that its soldiers are already Immortal Body.

Zhong Ye held the rear handle in his hand, swung the great sword, and cut out a circle.

The blade of the moonlight still radiated a faint light, and the light wheel chopped off the heads of the two dead Spirit Warrior soldiers, and a dozen lances attacked at the same time from the front and side.

The warrior stepped back to avoid the thrust, flipped his wrist, held the front and rear hilts, and his speed suddenly exploded.

The great sword was raised high, and the blade drew a stream of light in the air, slicing the body of an undead.

Divine light flashed in his mind, his hands clenched the hilt of the sword, Zhong Ye seemed to be using a knife, his shoulders and arms were still, his body turned over, and he dragged the great sword in a vertical spin.

Although Moonlight is a two-handed sword, it is common to many weapons in terms of usage!

The dead Spirit Warriors in the rear climbed onto the bodies of other companions, stepped on their shoulders and jumped into the air, slashing down with machetes in their hands.

And the dead Spirit Warrior soldiers in front of Zhong Ye stabbed the lance one after another, and they were in unison with the same rhythm.

The left and right sides were surrounded by other dead Spirit Warrior soldiers, and their weapons were ready to go.

Breathe——Inhale——

Zhong Ye let go of his perception and let go of his worries.

Breathing, with a clear mind, his eyes quickly passed the lance in front of him and the machete on his head. In less than half a second, Zhong Ye completed all the analysis and calculations.

The breath runs through the whole body, and the extraordinary factors that enter the blood vessels along with the oxygen are absorbed by the cells and squeeze out powerful energy.

Like thunder circulating in the body, driving the limbs and bones.

The muscles of both arms, shoulders, and chest tensed instantly, Zhong Ye took a half step forward, swept away with the heavy sword, and swept away the lance that was directly attacking him. With the centrifugal force of the great sword swinging, he turned around and slashed back.

The warrior penetrated deeper into the army, and the dead Spirit Warrior jumped over his head, and he raised his hand and grabbed his ankle, which he swung as a weapon.

The dead Spirit Warriors at the rear of the army raised their arms, the throwing spears gathered in their hands again, they lifted it up and locked Zhong Ye's direction.

——This time, Faisal will not make the same mistake again!

Zhong Ye had already cleaned his body, and suddenly a sense of crisis came to his heart, which came from nowhere, but could threaten his life.

Throw the undead in his hand forward, smashing other undead, and the warrior turned back and slashed straight with his sword.

The spears of the densely packed flew up and shot at Zhong Ye against the heads of many dead Spirit Warriors.

Slashing, splitting, and stabbing, the three undead returned to death in an instant, dodging left and right, dodging multiple attacks, and Zhong Ye escaped from the encirclement.

My ears have already heard the sound of the air being torn apart, and countless similar sounds overlapped together and condensed into a gust of wind.

The throwing spear covered a large area in front of the castle gate, and it was impossible to escape by hiding alone.

The sense of crisis sounded the alarm in Zhong Ye's heart, no matter front, back, left or right, there is only a dead end!

He made a decision in an instant, turned around to stop, and caught the rain of spears like waves into his eyes.

There is only one chance, and no mistakes are allowed.

The price of mistakes is 'death'!

The throwing spears that lost their strength fell first and stuck on other dead Spirit Warriors. Many throwing spears fell down at the same time, knocking over many undead.

There is also a part inserted into the open space between Zhong Ye and the undead Legion. There is only a small part that Zhong Ye really needs to face. For him, this 'small part' is deadly enough.

Shoulders low, striding, and slashing horizontally, two spears slid past the ears, one just flew over the shoulders, two nearly collided with the waist, and one passed through the crotch In the air, there were only two left to avoid, but they were blocked by Zhong Ye raising his sword.

Standing in the forest of throwing spears, Zhong Ye frowned slightly as he watched the countless throwing spears around him turn into sand grains and drift away.

The heart was pounding, the frequency of contraction and expansion was too high, and the blood flow was too fast, making him feel a dull pain in his chest, as if it was about to burst.

Zhong Ye was breathing rapidly, almost losing control of his 'qi'.

Fright, excitement or madness?

He couldn't identify the emotion that was wandering in his heart at this time, maybe it was a little bit of everything.

But it doesn't matter, Zhong Ye immediately put his doubts behind him, clenched the moonlight, took a firm step forward, and slammed into place.

The spear condensed from flying sand running stone has returned to the earth, but the fallen Spirit Warrior soldiers who were overturned by the spear have not yet climbed up from the ground.

The warriors held the moonlight and fell high!

Seeing the skulls of his soldiers being chopped off, Faisal's soul throbbed violently.

"...This guy, is he a monster?"

It let out a deep sigh, stretched out a hand and pulled out a shield from the ground, exerted force on its legs, and ran towards the front of the army .

The dead Spirit Warriors in the rear parted one after another to make way for the general, then turned to the fortress and moved forward in silence.

——Powerful, dangerous!

Zhong Ye suddenly felt something, stopped beheading the Spirit Warrior soldiers, and retreated abruptly.

But the silhouette that suddenly broke into his line of sight was chasing after him.

In an instant, Faisal appeared in front of Zhong Ye.

——clang!

The undead drew the sword outrageously, and the machete collided with the two-handed sword in the air.

The powerful force made the two sides go backwards, Faisal only took one step back, while Zhong Ye, after taking five steps backwards, stabilized his pace.

My arms are numb and my mouth hurts!

The warrior took a deep breath, feeling the cool air coming out from the hilt of the sword, moisturizing his wounds.

bang! bang! bang!

The three artillery guns in the fortress fired at the same time, this time the artillerymen chose the Legion as the target, the shells were like knives, in the dead Spirit Sea Three long traces were plowed in it.

But soon, the mutilated body of the fallen Spirit General was completely spliced ​​and stood up again. Only a few guys whose skulls were unfortunately broken could not stand up.

At the same time, Faisal and Zhong Ye launched a furious attack on each other, leaving no room or strength.

Not strong enough, but he has superb martial arts.

Zhong Ye gritted his teeth and stared at the undead in front of him, his eye socket about to split.

Thanks to the speed of modern information dissemination and advanced means of transportation, he was able to learn thousands of fighting skills from all over the world.

Any kind of fighting technique has its merits, through learning, through fighting, constantly accumulating experience, extracting the essence, and then——

Full Mastery!

Zhong Ye can dismantle any movement of the undead in front of him. When it swings its arms, turns its wrists, steps, and even shakes its shoulders, he already knows what it wants to do next.

Even though Faisal's strength was stronger than Zhong Ye, he was beaten by Zhong Ye.

Even if the spirit root is dead, there is no need to worry about being 'injured', but the warrior's mad attack also makes it feel dangerous.

Faisal had a hunch that once it was cut off by the Easterland man in front of him, it would be 'death'.

thoughts are revolving, Faisal raised his shield to block, took a step back, Zhong Ye moved to catch up, but there were lances like forests growing from both sides of Faisal.

Zhong Ye can only give up the pursuit and withdraw a few meters away.

Sighing lightly, he 'looked at' with Faisal.

And then, I smelled a strong bloody smell!