Seeing his younger brother jumping into the ring, Xu Zixiao sighed urgently, grabbed the sword on the shaft of the chariot, and flew towards his younger brother.
"Xu Zixiao!"
Seeing that both brothers accepted the challenge, Mo Li frowned and was about to rush over. Just as he was about to take action, his wrist suddenly tightened, and his right arm was held by someone.
"Leave!"
Behind him, the domineering voice sounded again.
Without looking back, she knew that the person holding her was the ghost prisoner in the prison car.
As soon as the ghost prisoner's voice fell, he heard a deafening roar coming from the snowy mountains in front of him.
The entire snow valley ground shook violently.
A ball of red light suddenly overflowed from the middle of the cliff, and then a strange beast with blood-colored scales all over its body, like a carp, but with four blood-red scaly legs under its body, swaggered out of the cliff.
This strange beast is over three meters tall, with a flat head and bone wings like shark fins at the top.
After getting out of the cliff, the strange carp opened its mouth wide and roared as it rushed towards the white carriage in front.
Behind it, two figures, one red and one white, also swept out from the left and right.
The woman in red has an enchanting figure, her skin is as white as snow, and her lips are as red as blood. She is very charming. She is a skeletal girl among the ghost tribe.
The man in white has a slender figure. The right half of his face is covered with blue muscles and fangs. He is very ugly. However, the left half of his face is as beautiful as jade. He wears a white bone flute on his waist and holds a hand tightly in his right hand.
The huge ghost sickle, which is only two heads taller than his body, is the half-faced Shura lineage that is the most adept at fighting among the ghost clan.
The strange carp seemed to shake the valley with every step it took. Its huge body quickly rushed to the carriage where the young Holy Son was sitting. Facing the spells of wind, fire, thunder and lightning issued by the Tsing Yi cultivators, it was like a mud cow entering the sea.
With a wave of his front paw, he slapped away several believers who were holding wooden swords and preparing to do something. The strange carp opened its bloody mouth and bit into the white carriage without mercy.
A white shadow flew out, and the next moment, the carriage and the four horses pulling it were swallowed alive by the strange carp with four legs.
At the same time, the ghost girl in red and the half-faced Shura also joined the battle.
The melee fighting skills of ghost soldiers and ghost generals are the same as those of cavalry. With the addition of this giant beast and these two men, the battle situation immediately tilted towards the side of the ghost tribe.
Xu Zixiao chopped off the head of a ghost in front of him with one knife. He turned around to see Mo Li being caught by the ghost prisoner. He shouted loudly and slashed at the arm holding Mo Li with his flying knife.
In mid-air, white shadows were like lightning, and a huge blood-colored scythe wrapped in a faint green glow carried Xu Zixiao through the air with strong wind and chopped it down.
"careful!"
Li Qiye shouted urgently, swung his left hand sharply, and five silver needles hit half of Shura's face with silver threads.
Unexpectedly, the half-faced Shura in white didn't seem to see her needle, and just chopped off the bloody scythe with all his strength.
Xu Zixiao sensed danger, retracted his sword and turned to face the opponent's giant scythe.
On the blade, a faint red zhenqi flashed. He was already a warrior who had entered the heavenly level. However, the red zhenqi was not too intense in color. It was obvious that he had just entered the heavenly level.
The blades of the giant scythe met in one place, making a harsh sound. Xu Zixiao's body immediately flew out of the air and hit the cage hard. A mouthful of blood spurted out, and his body fell dullly into the snow.
"Brother!"
Xu Ziwen, who was not far away, screamed and rushed over desperately, but was hit by a ghost general beside him and fell to the ground.
"Ziwen!"
Seeing his brother fall, Xu Zixiao shouted urgently, put his knife on the ground and tried to get up.
A look of contempt flashed in the half-faced Shura's eyes, and without looking back, he slashed towards his neck with his backhand.