｛Thanks to the canteen bun for the single sheet.

As time passed, the battle on the city walls changed from the passionate battle of killing at the beginning to the cruel battle of perseverance.

The current situation is no longer something that any single person can turn the tide. Even if he is as powerful as Ma Tiangang, he is a warrior of the Eighth Level of Spiritual Awareness. At this moment, he is still waving all over his body, and the heavy sword is waving in his hand slower and slower!

Most of the disciples of Izumo Sword Sect were killed and injured, and even the inner disciples fell by more than a dozen. Now there are only more than forty inner disciples who protect more than 500 outer disciples in the human wall and engage in a difficult defensive battle with the ghost servants.

Ma Tiangang led everyone to fight and retreat, fled to the city's storage room, and opened streets with ghost servants, which were easy to defend but difficult to attack. It allowed those who had fought for the middle of the night to rest and avoid being attacked from all sides.

Huangshi Town has fallen and is occupied by ghost servants. Until now, there are probably hundreds of dead ghost servants, but it seems that there are more and more.

No one knows why the ghost servant is so abnormal today, and he comes out in full swing like a tide, killing endlessly.

Everyone fought and retreated, fled to the storage room in the city in an orderly manner, guarding the passage and fighting desperately with the ghost servants.

Ao! Ao! Ao! Ao!

The sound of ghost servants roaring everywhere in Huangshi Town, making people feel numb when they hear it. The bloodthirsty figures that look like ghosts are extremely fast, running, roaring, killing, bloody as waves, broken limbs and arms covering the floor of Huangshi Town...

"Quick! Quick! Quick! Enter the storage room!"

Everyone stood and retreated, and finally arrived at the storage room. Ma Tiangang anxiously urged many outer disciples to enter the storage room first.

This storage room is a place where the entire town of Huangshi Town stockpiles food. It is very large and does not seem crowded at all.

Xiao Chen followed the crowd and entered the storage room all at once. Then, led by Ma Tiangang, four inner disciples and five of them were blocked directly in the passage like human walls.

The tragic killing broke out in an instant, more than ten times more violent than when fighting on the ground. The only belief of the ghost servant who was not afraid of death was killing, like a torrent of steel, attacking Ma Tiangang and the other five who were guarding the passage.

In the storage room, many disciples received a moment of peace. The sound of fighting outside was extremely harsh, the sound of swords and swords hitting was as dense as firecrackers, and the killing was extremely crazy.

Huh... Huh...

The disciples who fought for the middle of the night were gasping for breath, their whole body was extremely tired, and the true energy in the dantian was almost exhausted. At this time, an emotion called despair gradually spread among the crowd.

"It's going to dawn in two hours, and the core disciples will come when the time comes. As long as we stick to the last two hours, the crisis will be resolved, and everyone must cheer up."

A young man wearing the red costume of a disciple of the Izumo Sword Sect said, pulling everyone out of his despair and boosting morale.

"Now we all have to work together to have hope of success in defending the enemy. We are not talented. If you believe me, you might as well listen to my opinions." The disciple continued.

"Senior Brother Fang Hu, you are the sixth-place disciple on the potential list. There are many disciples present, and you have the highest status. Just say anything if you have. We will listen to your orders."

Several inner disciples looked at each other and nodded. One of the thin inner disciples said.

As for the outer disciples, they were completely ignored and no one asked for their opinions at all.

After entering the door, Xiao Chen sat cross-legged on the ground, his eyes closed, and began to recover his true energy.

Fang Hu said: "The only thing we can do now is to defend and counterattack is impossible, so we have to maximize the power of defense. Uncle Ma and his team can't resist it for long, so we will organize five people into a group, take turns to fight in streets, rest others and restore combat power."

"That's all."

Everyone had no objection. At this time, the only way was to fight hard with flesh and blood!

Then, Fang Hu began to arrange manpower, and took turns to guard the passage with each inner disciple leading four powerful outer disciples as assistance.

At this moment, the disciples of the Izumo Sword Sect showed surprising unity and unanimousness to the outside world. No one was dissatisfied or afraid of death. They faced death calmly, just like the ghost servant, fearing death and continued to guard the alleys.

Although Xiao Chen has strong combat power, his cultivation is relatively low, and he can't even line up for a while. Xiao Chen took this opportunity to recover his true energy crazily.

Xiao Chen used the Netherworld Poison Smoke to kill Zhao Wumian in exchange for a large number of Netherworld Poisonous Worm. At this moment, Xiao Chen secretly used the "Demon Sound Nine Sings" to control the Netherworld Poisonous Worm, so that the Netherworld Poisonous Worm could swallow Zhao Wumian's essence and blood and pass it on to him, allowing him to restore his true energy.

Zhao Wumian is a warrior of Lingjue Mirror. The energy contained in his essence and blood is almost the same as the Netherworld Tiger King that Ling Shuiyan killed that day. After being transformed by Netherworld poisonous insects, it turned into a tremendous energy.

In Xiao Chen's dantian, the cyclone that had been so dim that it was almost impossible to see the divine mind began to condense and rotate rapidly. The energy from the Netherworld poisonous insects was constantly absorbed, refined and stored in Xiao Chen's dantian, making Xiao Chen's cyclone full of power.

Xiao Chen recovered his true energy very quickly. He returned to his peak state in less than a cup of tea. At this moment, the battle in the alley was still fierce, even more tragic than at the beginning. The roar of the ghost servant seemed to be in his ears, and the number of people on both sides fell continuously. Then the personnel on both sides continued to fill, defend and attack, and the passage became the road to death.

"I haven't arrived yet. I hope I can advance after absorbing all the energy of the Netherworld Poisonous Insects." Xiao Chen opened his eyes and looked at it. He found that more than twenty teams had arrived at him and continued to practice now.

At this time, no one would dislike his high cultivation level. Xiao Chen continued to use the "Demon Sound Nine Singing" to squeeze out the energy from all the Netherworld Poisonous Worms' bodies and become the driving force for his own cultivation.

In Xiao Chen's dantian, the true energy became more and more majestic and grew rapidly. There was no bottleneck in the cultivation of the Star Battle Body. As long as there was enough true energy to support it, it would be like a natural progression.

When she reached a critical point, Xiao Chen suddenly felt that he could hardly control the true energy in his dantian.

"It's time to condense the second cyclone." Xiao Chen thought so in his heart, and then he began to condense the cyclone.

With the first experience of condensing cyclones, this time it was as easy as urinating for Xiao Chen. With a slight sound from his dantian, Xiao Chen's tiger body couldn't help but feel his power suddenly doubled.

"The second level of concentration of mind, the Dantian shaped the second cyclone, with a power of 2,500 kilograms, comparable to the warrior of the seventh level of concentration of mind. The true energy is thick and long. Even if you attack with all your strength, the true energy will be enough to support a stick of incense." Xiao Chen looked inside the Dantian and felt his current state, very satisfied.

"Junior Brother Xiao Chen, it's time for us." However, when Xiao Chen was full of pleasure in improving his strength, Yue Ling gently pushed Xiao Chen's arm.

Hearing this, Xiao Chen opened his eyes, full of energy, like a new force, nodded to Yue Ling, and stood up.

Yue Ling, Zhou Qianlong, You Jian, and these three people were all in the same group as Xiao Chen. Due to Zhao Wumian's disappearance, this group temporarily assigned an inner disciple, the cultivation level of Lingjue Mirror First Heaven, called Tan Tan.

Xiao Chen and others came to the passage and replaced the five people like bloody men. The bloodier battle broke out again.

Xiao Chen didn't know the situation here before in the warehouse. When he came to the passage, he found that there were broken limbs and broken arms everywhere, and blood flowed into a river. Human corpses and ghost servants covered the passage. The ghost servants behind him kept pulling the corpses out and swallowing the essence and blood. The scene was extremely bloody and terrible, which made people want to disgust when they saw it.

"kill!"

Tan Tan's magic sword was shocked, and a long sword light burst out, directly splitting a ghost servant in half. Yue Ling and others also showed their ability to fight the ghost servant to death.

Xiao Chen directly took Zhao Wumian's magic sword and did not avoid anything. Zhao Wumian's death is probably just a reason to get away with it. No one would suspect that Xiao Chen killed Zhao Wumian, and after the trouble of the ghost servant, who cares about Zhao Wumian's life and death?

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!

The street battle was extremely cruel, with a few square meters of land, and the killing was fierce. Both sides did not give in and blood was rushing. Xiao Chen and Tan Tan both had magic swords, becoming the main force, and slashing the ghost servants frantically. Facing the ghost servants who were killed endlessly and attacking like a torrent, any move lost its power at this moment. The most effective and direct moves were all crazy slashes.

This is the moment of witnessing strength and courage, only killing.

"ah!"

Zhou Qianlong was rushed up by a ghost servant, his arm was torn off, and his blood was squirting wildly, but he still raised his sword to kill him, and his iron blood was not overwhelmed!

brush!

Xiao Chen's chest was cut across his chest by a ghost servant's sharp claw. The wound was deep and boned, and blood was like a pillar, but Xiao Chen seemed to be unaware of it and killed the ghost servant under the magic sword.

You Jian's shoulder was pierced by the ghost servant's sharp claws, and Yue Ling's thigh was torn into an amazing bloody hole by the ghost servant...

The melee between blood and flesh, the fierce battle, and the thrilling battle, the alley at this moment is simply a large meat grinder, a Shura hell, with death and no life!

"You can't kill like this!" Xiao Chen thought to himself while wielding his magic sword and slashing the ghost servants, "I wonder if the Netherworld Poison Smoke has any effect on these ghost servants?"

He did what he thought of, and didn't care much about it at this moment. At that moment, Xiao Chen released a trace of Netherworld Poison Smoke. No one noticed it during the war. Under Xiao Chen's control, the Netherworld Poison Smoke spread silently towards the ghost servant...

Ao! Ao! Ao! Ao!

What surprised Xiao Chen was that the Netherworld Poison Smoke worked. When the Netherworld Poison Smoke was sucked into the body by the ghost servant, the ghost servant suddenly lost his attack power and fell to the ground with a scream. In less than a moment, his body turned into a pool of pus and blood. The scales that were inaccessible to the sword could not guard against the Netherworld Poison Smoke.
Chapter completed!