Chapter 47: Brave and Invincible

Sun Fuping was too lazy to answer. If the illusion barrier could hold out to the end, he would not want to cause trouble.

He Chunhua asked anxiously, "What should we do now?"

"Borrowing the Heaven and Earth." Sun Fuping's speech speed had never been so fast before, "He County Magistrate, prepare your Sheji Order!"

While He Chunhua was looking for the kite money, Nian Songyu and Zeng Feixiong had already issued orders one after another, ordering the soldiers to form a circle and protect the important people in the middle.

Zeng Feixiong shouted, "Hold on! The resentful souls are about to leave. We just need to hold on for another ten breaths!"

Although it was for encouragement, his words were not wrong. The number of the Dafeng Army running out of the pool was indeed getting smaller and smaller. It was almost over, and it was no longer the previous overwhelming posture.

Everyone couldn't think of any resentful souls other than the Dafeng Army that could appear as the finale.

So this should indeed be the last wave.

However, the better the wish, the more helpless the reality. Just as everyone mustered up the courage, the illusion barrier "poofed" and broke.

Broken...

The khaki light trembled twice, as if it had used up its last bit of strength, and then said goodbye.

Everyone's heart tightened and they swallowed their saliva secretly.

He Lingchuan had already reminded loudly: "Don't move!"

Although the illusion barrier was broken, the Duhun powder that everyone took had not expired, and the life fire on their shoulders and foreheads was still there, maybe?

After all, even if there was no barrier, the previous resentful souls did not find them.

At this time, it should be a small team of the Dafeng Army that rushed out of the pool, with a commander and a dozen cavalrymen.

They just flew out five feet and just caught up with the illusion barrier breaking.

Gulp, a sand bandit swallowed his saliva subconsciously.

The dozen cavalrymen did not show any abnormality, but the commander suddenly reined in his horse and turned back, staring straight at them.

The yellow horse Xi Yuyu stood up with a sound, turned around, and the horse's head was facing here.

A dozen cavalrymen also turned around in unison.

Time seemed to stand still, and the other side did not move, even the horses did not sweep their tails.

This time, in this strange confrontation, the living people heard their heartbeats particularly loud.

Nian Songyu squeezed out the words from between his teeth: "Don't move!"

Then the leader of the Dafeng Army on the opposite side squeezed the horse's belly, and the horse spread its four hooves and rushed straight over!

More than ten riders followed closely behind.

It was obviously just a soul, and it was obviously just a small team, but the sound of hooves was like thunder, and it actually rushed out with the momentum of thousands of troops, and even the ground was shaking.

He Lingchuan clearly saw that the leading leader raised the tip of his gun slightly, and there was a flash of cold light!

"Get out of the way, everyone get out of the way!" He shouted, "They saw us!" Then he pulled He Chunhua and hid directly behind Sun Fuping.

Even if the sky fell, there was also a national teacher to support it.

The distance between the two sides was originally close, and the other side had the blessing of horse speed, and almost raised the hoof to reach the front.

He Lingchuan could even hear the sound of the horse's nose wheezing.

So realistic, so dangerous.

Nian Songyu didn't even have time to roll his eyes. He flew in front of Sun Fuping and held up a shield in his right hand to block the two of them.

He used a tricky angle to hold the shield. He calculated that the heroic spirit couldn't change direction easily when it burst, so the shield was facing the opponent sideways, and he didn't intend to confront it head-on.

Even so, he tensed his whole body and took a defensive posture.

This shield was taken from the shell of a leatherback turtle monster. The bonus of 150 years of Taoism made this shield incredibly hard. The square-shaped shield surface could absorb external forces and offset some magical attacks.

He Lingchuan was slightly surprised: Can this guy resist the attack of invisible and intangible resentful spirits?

As if he knew what he was thinking, Sun Fuping pointed a finger at Nian Songyu's shield and shouted in a low voice: "Mou!"

The shield immediately emitted a little green light.

As soon as he retracted his fingers, the spear of the leader of the resentful spirits hit the shield, making a loud "pop" sound.

Nian Songyu was pushed away seven steps, relying on the strength of his waist and legs to avoid being knocked out directly.

Sun Guoshi was behind him, with one hand on his shoulder, and retreated with him, but he looked light and fluttering like an empty sack. After landing, he was not embarrassed at all, and even had a bit of elegance.

He took this opportunity to stretch out his hand, and the staff that was originally inserted in the middle of the team flew back automatically.

As for the father and son of the He family, He Lingchuan pulled his father two steps outward a moment before the spear and shield hit, and his footwork was very fast. This was just right to avoid it and was not affected.

He speculated that the reason why Nian Songyu's tortoise shield could resist the attack of the resentful spirits was that he got the help of Sun Guoshi. Otherwise, how could pure physical defense block the attack of magic?

Nian Songyu couldn't help but look at He Lingchuan for a second time, secretly thinking that this kid's Taoism and character were equally poor, but his spiritual sense of escape was unexpectedly strong, and he avoided danger several times.

But the others were not as lucky as the father and son of the He family. The leader of the Dafeng Army dealt with Nian Songyu, and the dozen ghost soldiers went to deal with Zeng Feixiong's team.

Without being taught, everyone fled in all directions.

But how can two legs run faster than four legs? In just two encounters, six people were pierced through the chest by the ghost soldiers.

Although the opponent had no entity, the six people covered their chests and rolled on the ground in pain, and two of them sprayed blood on the spot. It can be seen that the long spears in the hands of the ghost soldiers are not in vain, they can hurt people's souls.

There is no way to hide, and there is no way to fight. What should we do?

Everyone panicked.

He Lingchuan shouted: "Captain Nian held the leader!"

He was telling the truth, there were many bystanders.

After his reminder, everyone gathered again.

More than a dozen cavalrymen turned their horses around and prepared to charge again, but found that the invading team reorganized in one place. This time, it was not a circle formation, but all the soldiers stood behind the enemy's leader.

The standing posture was a bit messy.

The leader of the Dafeng Army looked at everyone, then looked at the injured who fell to the ground, and actually tilted his head.

This action was very much like a human thinking.

Situ Han whispered: "This guy can think about things?"

He Lingchuan also felt bad. This commander was originally a good fighter. If he could use his brain, he could play a trick in this attack!

As expected, what you fear will come true. The commander of the Dafeng Army shook the reins lightly, and the yellow horse rushed towards everyone again.

However, when passing by the pool, the commander pressed his arm and the tip of the gun dipped into the water.

This time, Nian Songyu managed to knock away his attack again, but his arms were hurt by the collision, and the left hand was cracked.

Unexpectedly, the commander rode past the crowd, and the tip of the spear that was swept away was retracted and turned, and it stabbed out again!

As fast as a dragonfly touching the water.

The bandit standing in the front was shot through the throat.

Clean and neat, and easy to shoot.

When a few drops of blood splashed on the face of the bandit's companion, the yellow horse had already rushed out more than three feet away, and the bandit was stuck on the eight-foot spear. He was not dead yet, and his body was shaking constantly. The commander picked him up and turned around, and a stream of blood flowed down, soaking his trouser legs and dripping onto the sand.