Outside Yangwu City.

A mysterious man wearing a black robe and a ghost mask on his face came to Song Qian.

Just looking at his whole body wrapped in a black robe will make people subconsciously connect with Wan Yixuan.

However, Wan Yixuan is already dead, so naturally this person cannot be Wan Yixuan.

Moreover, this person was wearing a ghost mask, but Wan Yixuan did not.

The ghost-faced man looked at Yang Wucheng in the direction of Yang Wucheng and suddenly said, "The plan to use Yang Wucheng's people to force Jun Wuye to submit is probably a failure."

Song Qian was stunned for a moment, but it didn't look very surprised. "It's not surprising that failure. After all, Wan Yixuan took people from the five major families to attack the Jun family before but failed."

He paused and continued, "But I believe that the potential of those people is infinite. Now the failure is just because they are not doing their best. When I really put the butcher knife on their necks, they will flatten the Jun family even if they fight to die."

"Aren't you afraid that doing this will force them to stand on Jun Wuye's side?" asked the ghost-faced man.

"No." Song Qian shook his head slightly, "Besides, what can I do if I really stand on Jun Wuye's side? I have a hundred thousand troops under my command, which is enough to flatten Jun's mansion and slaughter the entire Yangwu City."

"..." The ghost-faced man fell into silence.

Song Qian continued: "No matter how strong the individual's force is, it is very limited. As long as a warrior fights, there will always be a time when his true energy is exhausted. To be honest, if Wan Yixuan was not so arrogant at that time, and like me, he would have brought an army of 100,000 to attack the Jun family, Jun Wuye would have long been reduced to a prisoner."

Ghost-faced Man: "It's good that you know what you think. It's better not to give me a chance to take action."

"Don't worry, I will win this battle. I will definitely kill Yan Ran and capture Jun Wuye alive!" Song Qian said confidently.

At this time, a strange sound came, and the gate of Yangwu City was suddenly opened.

Wang Mingkui, the lord of Yangwu City, stood on the city wall and waved to Song Qian, making Song Qian enter quickly.

"Um?"

The Ghost Face Man was immediately confused, "You have installed spies in Yangwu City?"

"It's not a spy, it's Wang Mingkui, the lord of Yangwu City." Song Qian explained, "I wrote a letter to him before, asking him to be my inner support. Once I find that the people in Yangwu City can't deal with Jun Wuye, I will ask him to open the city gate and cooperate with my 100,000 army to slaughter the entire Yangwu City?"

"Can he agree? Will there be a fraud?" the ghost-faced man said suspiciously.

"Don't agree? Impossible!" Song Qian shook his head slightly, "He is a smart person and knows how to choose."

When the ghost-faced man heard this, he stopped talking.

Song Qian turned around and looked at the 100,000 army and said to the soldiers: "The army entered the city. This time, we must placate Jun's mansion, slaughter Yangwu City, kill Yan Ran, and capture Jun Wuye alive!"

"Kill and kill!"

The army was full of morale. Even though they knew that what they were going to do next was probably to massacre the city, they did not feel nervous at all, and even a hint of excitement was faintly revealed in their eyes, as if they had been waiting for this moment for a long time.

This is a tiger and wolf army, and everyone is a blood-stained executioner.

Soon, Song Qian personally led a 100,000 army through the city gate and entered Yangwu City.

"No!* is quiet!" The ghost-faced man suddenly stopped.

Song Qian disagreed, "It's right to be quiet. No matter what, Wang Mingkui is also the lord of Yangwu City. He will definitely be condemned in his conscience to do such things, so he should have driven away all the people near the city gate."

As he said that, he also stopped, turned around and looked up on the city wall, looking for Wang Mingkui's figure.

However, the next moment, there was a rumbling sound, and the gate of Yangwu City was suddenly locked up. Then, black shadows fell from the sky and landed in his army of 100,000.

"ah……"

The screams suddenly sounded, one after another, one after another.

Blood splattered out, turning into blood mist, connected into a piece.

"I've fallen into the trap!"

Song Qian was not very panicked, but was just very angry.

Although I don’t know what these black shadows fell from the sky are, I started killing without saying a word, and they must be the enemy.

Wang Mingkui, the lord of Yangwu City, closed the city gate at the right time, and must have known the origin of these black shadows.

In this way, Wang Mingkui's identity cannot be his inner companion, but his enemy.

A small city lord of Yangwu City actually dared to deceive him, which made him very angry.

At the same time, he was a little puzzled. Why did Wang Mingkui deceive him? I wonder if there was only a way out of the way to go against him?

"The whole army obeys the order! Change the formation and kill all the enemies!" Song Qian shouted loudly.

After all, the 100,000 army was not made up temporarily, nor was it a miscellaneous army, but an elite army with well-trained and blood-baptized.

At the beginning, I was caught off guard, but with Song Qian's shout, the strength of this army suddenly appeared.

The dead people were ignored for the time being. The living people quickly changed their formations and formed one team after another, waving their spears, stumbled in order, and stabbed towards the dark shadows in a moderate manner.

"Puff puff puff..."

Spears pierced the bodies of the black shadows one after another, and countless black shadows fell to the ground.

"Haha, looking at the mysterious and mysterious ones, I don't want to be just some clowns who are vulnerable." Song Qian sneered, not taking those black shadows seriously at all.

However, before he could search for Wang Mingkui's figure again, he suddenly heard a scream from the army.

"What the hell?"

"Why are you standing up again?"

"Can't die?"

"Is this still a human?"

"Ah! Don't come here!"

...

Song Qian quickly turned his gaze back to the army, and saw that the black shadow who had fallen just now suddenly stood up again and rushed into the army again.

This time, the black shadows seemed to become more fierce. Wherever they passed, blood splattered, and countless soldiers fell to the ground.

A black shadow even rushed towards Song Qian, but it was quickly slapped away by Song Qian with a palm, fell to the ground, and then turned into a wisp of black smoke and dissipated.

"Don't be afraid! Keep killing until they can't stand up!" Song Qian shouted in a deep voice.

Unfortunately, it was useless. The 100,000 army seemed to have never heard of it. They only knew how to dodge desperately, so how could they dare to fight with these black shadows?

As if the army was about to collapse, Song Qian quickly flew into the army and started fighting with the black shadow himself.

After all, he is a congenital master. Every time Song Qian takes action, he can kill one or two black shadows. However, there are too many black shadows falling from the sky. Even if he is a congenital master, he will definitely not be able to deal with so many black shadows by just one person.

Fortunately, when the soldiers saw Song Qian taking the battle in person, they were all aroused by blood. They stopped dodging and spontaneously formed a formation and fought with the black shadow again.

"kill!"

For a moment, the shouts of killing were shocking.

...

On the city wall, Wang Mingkui, the lord of Yangwu City, looked at this scene and felt a little numb, "Who are these people?"

The defenders on the city wall also looked at each other with wide eyes. While they were disbelief, their bodies trembled all over. They glanced at Jun Wuye from time to time, but they all had a strong sense of fear.

"Fortunately, the city lord chose to surrender to Jun Wuye and did not oppose Jun Wuye, otherwise it would be too terrible." Everyone thought to themselves.

Jun Wuye was standing next to Wang Mingkui at this time, but he seemed particularly calm about the scene below the city wall. There was no trace of emotional fluctuation on his face, as if he didn't care about the outcome of the battle at all.

In fact, there is nothing to care about.

The black shadows fighting with Song Qian's army were so many that they naturally could not be Shadow Demon Guards. After all, he only refined eight Shadow Demon Guards in total.

The strength is not strong and the number is so large, so there is only one possibility for the demon puppet.

In a few days, he refined a total of three thousand demon puppets.

Although there are only three thousand demon puppets, it is more than enough to deal with Song Qian's 100,000 army, after all, his demon puppet is difficult to kill, and each demon puppet has the strength equivalent to the nine-level warriors of the inner gang. On the contrary, Song Qian's 100,000 army, although each of them is elite, few individual martial arts cultivation can reach the nine-level inner gang.

More importantly, these demon puppets were all refined with the ghosts of Wuyin Mountain. It is not difficult to refine them, but they just take some time.

Even if the three thousand demon puppets are all lost in this battle, it is no big deal. At most, it will take a trip to Wuyin Mountain in a few days to refine a batch.

On the one hand, it is a battle that will win, and on the other hand, there is no need to worry about the casualties of the demon puppet. Since that is the case, what is there to care about? Just wait for the result quietly.

...

Song Qian, who shouted and killed, was unbearable at the beginning, but as he said: no matter how strong his personal force is, it is very limited in the end. As long as a warrior fights, he will eventually run out of his true energy.

Song Qian has taken several pills to restore true energy, but the power of true energy is still consumed too quickly. Even if he uses the best pills, the recovery speed cannot keep up with the consumption speed.

And he gradually began to be injured. Although it was not serious, it also affected his strength to a greater or lesser extent.

He could not count how many demon puppets died in his hands, but there were hundreds of them.

There are quite a few hundred demon puppets, but there are originally 3,000 of these demon puppets, which is nothing compared to them.

There are very few people who can truly destroy demon puppets, not to mention those who can eliminate more than a hundred demon puppets like him.

He glanced roughly and found that in the blink of an eye, there were only 30,000 to 40,000 left in the 100,000, and those demon puppets were about one or two thousand left.

If this continues, before the remaining demon puppets are cleaned up, his army will be wiped out first.

Gripping his teeth, he immediately made a decision: "Retreat! Don't waste your time with them anymore, retreat into the city!"

Under Song Qian's leadership, the remaining 30,000 to 40,000 people fought and retreated, but they never expected that there were already a large number of people waiting for them in Yangwu City sharpened their knives.
Chapter completed!