Black Fairy, the master is a female ghost

The day passed and gradually darkened.

As the night deepened, the camp of the Eastern Yan army stationed outside Kyoto gradually became quiet, and the torches became less and less common.

It became much darker inside the camp.

On the city wall, more than 300 immortal disciples, wearing night clothes, had been waiting quietly for a long time.

When Zhou Guo’s top immortal master saw that the lights in the camp outside the city were basically out, he said to the immortal disciples.

"You break into the camp and attract their attention, and draw any immortal masters they may have to chase you. I will kill their commander."

After giving the instructions, he said "Let's go" and disappeared like a ghost.

About a quarter of an hour later, more than three hundred immortal disciples quietly approached the wooden wall. Someone used a long sword to laboriously dig a hole in the wooden wall and looked inside.

There was no movement inside.

He waved back and was the first to jump over the wooden wall and into the Dongyan army camp.

Behind him, everyone jumped in one after another and gathered behind the wooden wall.

A disciple of the immortal family felt around behind the wooden wall for a while and exclaimed in a low voice: "So this is what it looks like back there! Oh my god, if a large army attacks, we'll die miserably."

"Shh," someone told him to be quiet.

Then, the leader gestured in front and asked everyone to rush into the dozens of large tents in the first row to kill people.

A flash of figures appeared, and the immortal disciples quickly rushed into the tent, swinging their swords at the people who were still sleeping.

But, this tingling feeling doesn't seem right?

A disciple of the immortal family squatted down and touched it, and found the straw man.

He panicked immediately: "It's over, we've been tricked, it's a straw man, not a person, let's go..."

He turned around and wanted to leave.

But there were mechanisms set up inside the tent.

After encountering the mechanism, a large net fell from above his head, trapping the immortal disciple who broke into the tent in the net.

The same situation was happening in other tents.

Just when these immortal disciples fell into the net and were in a panic, suddenly there was a sound of bowstring, and arrows rained down.

In the second row of tents, countless archers were squatting, shooting at the first row of tents like a storm.

At this time, in the camp, in that particularly conspicuous and magnificent tent.

Someone said, "I, Lu Chenglong, am invincible in every battle. What is a small Kyoto city to me? I will crush it into dust tomorrow."

A man next to him flattered him, saying, "Great General, you are so powerful. When you return, don't forget to promote the young general."

Lu Chenglong laughed heartily: "Don't worry, with a subordinate as loyal as you, who else can I promote if not you?"

"Hahaha……".

In the big tent, the two of them laughed out loud with tacit understanding.

At this moment, a black shadow swung a sword, cut through the tent, and rushed in like lightning.

The long sword shone with red light, forming thousands of sword flowers, and swung thousands of swords towards the direction where Lu Chenglong had just spoken.

The sound of "scratch..." was heard everywhere.

The man couldn't help but be stunned. He didn't expect that when he swung the ten thousand swords, all of them would hit the bamboo pole.

Moreover, after he chopped countless bamboo poles in the tent into pieces, the entire tent was shrouded in smoke.

When the general of Dong Yan was building this big tent, he inserted hundreds of bamboo poles inside.

The lower end of the bamboo pole is inserted into the ground, and the upper end supports the top of the tent.

The bamboo poles were hollow and had long been filled with poisonous smoke, just waiting to be chopped down.

The man was stunned for a moment, then realized that he had been tricked, and he quickly covered his mouth and nose.

But it was too late, the poison gas had already been inhaled into his body.

He also understood that this big tent was probably designed to lure him.

The person who just spoke was definitely not the real General of the Western Expedition of Dong Yan.

He didn't care about killing anyone and quickly retreated.

At this time, in another place, the immortal disciples broke into the camp and stepped into the trap set by the Dongyan army.

Even if they were cultivators, they would not be able to escape unscathed when faced with a torrential rain of arrows.

In the end, only two disciples with the strength of Huiyang Realm were shot by several arrows. They relied on their quick reaction, strength, and the ultimate self-protection of their long swords to jump over the wooden wall in a panic and escaped.

The rest of the immortal disciples were all shot into hedgehogs.

Outside the very conspicuous tent, the man slipped out and finally couldn't help it. He let go of his hands that were covering his mouth and nose and coughed several times.

He was already feeling dizzy and he knew that he was poisoned.

He turned around and was about to leave quickly.

But two magic weapons were shining and two magic swords were glowing red, blocking his retreat route.

He gritted his teeth, thrust his sword forward, and with sword flowers flying, he went straight for the two people who were trying to intercept him.

But the two interceptors did not confront him head-on.

All his sword moves stabbed into the air.

The two men retreated, dodging his sword moves, and soon they had crossed the camp and were outside the wooden wall.

Outside the wooden wall, about fifty steps away, a disciple of the Immortal Family lay on the ground, calling out, "Help!"

The man endured all the discomfort caused by the poison gas explosion, and forced himself to use his immortal power. His sword moves were like a storm, killing the two interceptors.

The two interceptors seemed to be afraid of his magic sword and did not dare to take it head-on.

One of them said "Let's go", and the two of them split up and drove the magic weapon to escape quickly.

On the ground, the disciple was still calling for help...

The man flew over the disciple with his magic weapon, grabbed it, and hurried towards the city wall.

However, he could no longer contain the churning of blood and energy in his body.

A mouthful of black blood spurted out with a "puff".

It is difficult to gather the immortal power in the body.

But at this moment, a sharp dagger appeared in the hand of the injured disciple.

The man had no idea that the other party was trying to trick him. At the moment he was bleeding, a dagger slashed across his throat.

Then, the disciple waved his hand with lightning speed and struck the man in the chest with all his strength.

The man was caught off guard.

There was a "bang" sound.

He fell from the sky and hit the ground hard.

The immortal sword with the attribute of ignoring defense had already flown out of his hand.

The disciple flew up on a fiery red magic weapon.

Although the magic sword in his hand is only purple.

But in that man's eyes, it was still deadly.

Because the man was not only seriously injured, but also had poison attacking his heart, and he could not use any of his magical powers.

Just like a useless person.

That person had just received a full-strength palm strike from that disciple, and he already knew the disciple's strength, the sixth level of the Qianyuan Realm.

For a master of the sixth level of Qianyuan Realm, it would be easy to kill this disabled master.

He covered his neck, trying to slow down the bleeding, and asked angrily, "Who are you?"

The disciple who pretended to be injured in the air was Lu Xunhuan.

He replied to the man, "You are a nameless person in Jianghu. Even if I tell you your name, you still won't know it."

He asked the man, "As the top expert of the Zhou Kingdom Immortal Clan, why don't you stay at Feixian Sect and go protect that tyrant? Is that meaningful?"

The man closed his eyes and said, "If you want to kill me, just kill me. Why all the nonsense?"

Lu Xun Huan snorted: "There's no need to attack a dying man."

Behind him, Elder Liu and Elder Long came from the left and right, and when they saw that he had succeeded, they both breathed a sigh of relief.

The man's hands covering his neck were shaking, blood was flowing out, and his life was slipping away.

He said vaguely: "Kyoto City...can't be saved...Yu'er...your father created everything for you...you are not living up to your expectations..."

After saying this, he dropped his hands that were covering his neck and let the blood flow.

Lu Xunhuan frowned and was extremely surprised when he heard his words.

Is King Xia Yu the son of the Sixth Prince, or the son of the world's number one master?

Or maybe even the Queen Mother herself doesn't know?

But no matter whose son he is, the murderer who murdered the female ghost master must be brought to justice.

The innocent murderer who killed Wei Ying must also be brought to justice.

Back then, he was serving as the commander of the left camp of the Zhongzhou City garrison, but was suddenly demoted.

Of course he didn't understand why Wei Ying did that at the time.

But when the Southern Liang army invaded, he understood.

Wei Ying knew that Zhongzhou might fall, so she deliberately wanted him to be demoted, which was a disguised way of saving him.

Otherwise, he would have to face the Southern Liang army of 300,000, and there was a high possibility that he would die in Zhongzhou City before he could receive reinforcements.

When he understood, he was filled with gratitude towards Wei Ying.

Wei Ying was killed innocently, so of course he wanted to avenge Wei Ying.

After the man mumbled a few words, he stopped talking, twitched on the ground for a while, and then became completely motionless.

Elder Long went down to the ground and felt the man's pulse, then said, "Dead."

Lu Xun Huan nodded: "Let's go back. We will discuss how to attack the city tomorrow."