wilderness.

Several horses chase each other under the moon.

Yan Xinglie clung to his supple horse temples, the cold and humid air from the south penetrated into his collar, raising his cloak high.

Behind him, in the shadow cast by the cliff, the rapid sound of horse hooves followed closely.

The sound of hoofbeats is quick and light, but it doesn't mean it's far away.

soon.

The three cavalry followed closely, crossing the shadow of the mountain.

The cold moonlight shone on the pale bones, and the withered flesh was covered with worn-out armor. It turned out that the visitor was not a living person.

Yan Xinglie did not stop and dismissed the three "tails" first, because the birds circling in the sky told him that there were more behind them.

Reckless fighting will not help, but will slow you down and get you into trouble.

But suddenly, another horse jumped out of the shadows ahead.

This suddenly appeared, and the distance between the two sides was almost face to face. The horse was galloping at full speed and could not dodge. Yan Xinglie only had time to deflect the opponent's spear, and the two horses collided firmly.

This collision caused the yellow gelding to stop and stagger a few steps in a daze. The ghost horse was even knocked out and fell apart before it hit the ground.

But the knight on the horse jumped off the horse well prepared, and while the yellow gelding was knocked unconscious, he drew his sword and slashed at the horse's head.

For a moment, it was difficult to escape. Yan Xinglie grabbed the reins and used brute force to pull the horse's hooves into the air, avoiding the blade.

But when the iron hooves as big as a bowl fell, they stepped on the ghost's forehead, trampling his head into his chest, and then trampled his chest into the yellow mud.

Although this ghost knight was eliminated, in just a short time, the three knights behind him also caught up.

Judging from the brief exchange just now, Yan Xinglie concluded that these ghost soldiers were not stupid ghosts, and they should have retained some means of fighting in front of them.

really.

Although the three cavalrymen came after them at the same time, one cavalryman paused for a moment and then wandered around the outside. The other two cavalrymen also made a turn and outflanked them, one from the left and the other from the right.

Yan Xinglie, however, remained motionless and looked at the two cavalry with cold eyes, attacking from a flank with swords on the left and spears on the right.

After approaching him, he suddenly raised his right hand and shouted:

"disease!"

Suddenly, a dazzling light lit up in his hand.

"Xilulu."

As soon as the two ghost riders were illuminated by the strong light, they were immediately thrown off their backs.

The strong light will disappear in a moment.

Yan Xinglie had already jumped off the horse, and with a bang, the ghost knight holding the sword was knocked out by him, and smashed into a big tree on the roadside, breaking into pieces. Then, with a vigorous swing of the heavy sword, he crushed the other knight into a ball.

Broken bones and rotten flesh.

At the same time, there was an urgent sound of horse hooves behind my ears.

The ghost knights who were plundering the formation had already arrived on horseback, and they used their horse power to stab them with their spears.

Yan Xinglie didn't even use his sword. He stretched out his arms and clamped the spear under his arm. He took two steps back. The ghost rider was unable to move him at all. Instead, he knocked him and his horse to the ground.

Crushing the skull with one foot.

As the battle raged and subsided, Yan Xinglie sheathed his sword and felt a little warmth on his cheek.

But it was the horse that came over to be intimate with its master.

He patted his old man's neck and found that the horse was panting rapidly and its steps were slightly trembling.

Yes, no matter how magical this yellow gelding is, carrying a huge man like Yan Dabeard, traveling day and night, has reached its limit.

Yan Xinglie thought for a while and then made a decision.

He took out a pair of paper figures and horses from his luggage, smeared his own blood and the horse's blood on them, and threw them on the ground.

The moonlight was dim, and after a strange expansion and change, it transformed into the appearance of the yellow gelding and Yan Xinglie. However, Yan Xinglie, who was transformed into a paper man, actually had a big white face like powder under his big beard.

There are two red masses of blush on her cheeks, giving her a strange sense of joy.

Yan Xinglie walked around the paper man and horse, but he felt that it was not enough.

With a clap of his hands, he dragged down a large black cloth bag from the saddle. Unlocking the cloth bag, there was actually a beauty in red. Her skin was as good as snow, and her facial features were charming. However, her hands were locked with thick iron shackles. She was sleeping soundly, her brows were still there.

Locked tightly, it seems that I feel sorry for him.

However, the bearded man didn't show any pity for her, so he picked up the woman and threw her on the saddle. He grabbed a pile of rotten bones from the ground, stuffed them randomly into a cloth bag, tied them up and put them on the paper horse.

"go."

The paper man and horse responded to the sound and headed east.

After doing all this, Yan Xinglie pulled the horse and sneaked into the woods beside the road. At the same time, he did not forget to clean up his footprints.

Not long after.

On the road, the sound of hoofbeats sounded like a shower.

A large group of ghost knights swarmed over. A rough estimate was that there were no fewer than a hundred ghost knights.

They paused briefly among several carcasses, and then under the command of the leading ghost rider, they chased eastward in the direction of the paper man.

The place fell into silence again, with only the intermittent chirping of insects.

I don’t know how much time passed.

On the road, mist suddenly appeared. There were shadows and shadows, and the ethereal sound of drums came from the mist.

The sound of advocacy is getting closer and louder.

Suddenly.

A drumming band suddenly walked out of the mist.

Then, there was a guard of honor holding long streamers, signs, and flags.

Then, long soldiers stirred up the mist, and a group of soldiers holding halberds lined up.

After that, there were armored warriors, walking in groups in twos and threes.

Finally, a luxurious carriage painted black emerged from the mist. On the carriage was a man with a majestic crown, a crown, a jade in his hand, and a solemn expression. Standing beside him was a general in golden armor.

A large flag was flying on the carriage, and a four-character letter was written: Governor of Jizhong.

The one with a thousand cavalry and tall teeth looks like a high-ranking official on a patrol, looking majestic.

However.

There is no high-ranking official in the world who specially chooses to go on patrol at night, let alone a state capital named Jizhong.

This tomb exists, but it is a famous mountain in Hanzhong. Because the mountain is dangerous, the forest blocks the sun, and the miasma is heavy, it is known as the "Ghost Mansion".

A few years ago, a ghost cultivator who was good at using ghosts and cultivating corpses appeared in the mountains. As the war continued, he captured many lonely souls on the battlefield and learned how to build mansions and teeth from strangers. He was known as the governor of ghosts.

But no one knows that this ghost prefect was only a small official in the government during his lifetime, but after his death he enjoyed the dignity of a government official. This time he was invited to go out, so he might be able to take a step forward in these troubled times.

Thinking of this, the ghost prefect looked somewhat smug. He glanced at the carriage and saw several zombies dressed in black following them.

"The old man surnamed Hu is really capable, but he is still no match for a ghost general like me. Not only did he die, but the zombies in his hands also fell into my hands. It's a pity that that

A house full of corpses of the masters of the Suppression Division was burned by this old man. It is really hateful..."

"The sun is shining brightly."

"What?" The ghost governor suddenly woke up from his thoughts.

The voice sounded again, but it was fast and fast.

"The golden light suddenly opened, reaching the sky and the earth."

He felt creepy for no reason, and he only had time to shout: "Ghost General!"

The voice was unequivocal.

"It's ominous to shoot."

Then, the ghost governor only saw an arrow, no, it was a ray of light, penetrating the ghost general who pushed away and blocked him. Then, the most powerful ghost general in his hand was burned into flying colors in an instant.

Ash.

The ghost governor gritted his teeth and turned to look.

A majestic figure, holding an iron bow, stepped out of the deep forest.

………………

The golden-armored general was killed with one arrow, but there was no smile in Yan Xinglie's eyes. If there was another "Red Crow", he would definitely kill the ghost governor as well. However, recalling the always generous commander

When he took out the "Red Crow", he looked as if he had lost his father when he was young or lost his son when he was old. He would probably never see another one in his life.

The ordinary talisman arrows at hand were useless. Fortunately, before this trip, he also pulled out another treasure from the guard.

He dropped the iron bow and already held a jade talisman with a white jade base and gold lines in his hand.
To be continued...