About the fact that I only have one move to clear the customs

"I don't think that's a difference." Su Qinghe shook his head and said.

"Then what kind of difference is it?" Ning Fan turned to look at Su Qinghe.

If you have something to say, just talk about it, it's a waste of time.

Su Qinghe pondered for a moment, then pointed to the left and said:

"Look over there, the flags in that place are no different from other places, and the screaming little ghosts are not outstanding, but that's why the ghost tide still gathers the most unconsciously, isn't it doubtful? "

"That makes sense." Ning Fan nodded, feeling a little more defensive against Su Qinghe in his heart.

Jiang Yueli and the two of us searched with all our hearts, but we didn't find anything. Isn't it doubtful that you can find such subtle differences while manipulating the formation and talking?

"Let's go, grab the Ghost Calling Banner." Jiang Yueli said.

"It's a pity that I'm commanding the formation, and I can't leave. Otherwise, the three of us will go there together, and we will be able to capture it. As long as we grab the ghost banner, the ghost tide will be scattered and brave, and we will be defeated without attack!" Su Qinghe said excitedly.

Ning Fan smiled, "The owner of the village sits here, and Yue and I will return as soon as we leave."

As he spoke, he set foot on the prepared golden light and flew towards the lake.

The corners of Su Qinghe's mouth rose, and the smile on his face became wider and wider.

"There must be something wrong with this guy." Ning Fan said via voice transmission.

"It's probably a trap there too, we have to be more careful." Jiang Yueli said worriedly.

"So, we..." Ning Fan secretly sent a sound transmission to Jiang Yueli to arrange, and Jiang Yueli nodded silently.

The two came to the lake in a short while, the ghost tide below had already seen the two of them, and at the moment, an extremely large number of ghosts had gathered under their feet.

All the ghosts: Is there someone here who came here to die?Thank you for the gift of nature!

"Shui Yu Zhen Jue? Eight Forms? Continuous flow!"

Jiang Yueli shouted, and rushed into the ghost group with her sword. A steady stream of blue water surged out from the tip of her sword, turning into a huge river and sweeping the ghost tide.

"Bang!" Where the water tide passed, a group of ghosts Pi Yi was washed away by the blue water tide, and their heads rolled to the ground.

Ning Fan and the two fell to the ground lightly, and there was no ghost within a range of more than ten meters!

Not far away, the kid carrying the flag exclaimed, and jumped into the lake carrying the flag!

"Hmph!" Ning Fan snorted coldly, wanting to run in front of me?

Surprised, concentrated!

Ning Fan turned into a blue lightning, and suddenly slashed at the little ghost in mid-air!

The kid didn't even react, and there was even a smug smile on his face.

As the distance got closer, the corners of Ning Fan's lips rose. If the flag was really a ghost banner, then it would be too easy to seize it!

"Bang!!!"

The next moment, a dark ghost claw suddenly stretched out from under the lake, and slapped hard on the ground by the lake, causing the earth to buzz.

The blue arc of Ning Fan's transformation was also hit by the giant ghost claw, and he didn't know whether he was dead or alive.

Erlang from Mingjian Villa, who was watching the battle from the shore, couldn't stop exclaiming. No one would have thought that the person sent by the guild headquarters would be caught by a ghost!

"Jie Jie Jie Jie..." A burst of strange laughter spread in all directions, a bloated and fat ghost slowly rose from the lake, and Qinglian sword blades shot from all directions attacked it, making a clanging sound. The sound is crisp, but it can't cause the slightest harm to it!

"Jie Jie...I've been waiting here for a long time!" The bloated ghost laughed loudly, tore up the little ghost in front of him, took the flag and held it on his shoulders!

"It's an A-level ghost [Mandrill]!" Su Qinghe's voice came from afar, "You two are invincible, return quickly!"

"Jie Jie..." Shanba sneered, "Since you're here, let's stay."

As he spoke, he raised the black flag in his hand, waved it violently, and it turned into a long black flag!

On the long banner, ghosts cried and wolves howled, endless black souls burrowed into the body of Ning Fan who was lying on the ground, within three seconds, Ning Fan's body was surrounded by black light, his consciousness was devoured by the souls, he was already dead and could not die anymore!

"Ning Fan!" Jiang Yueli exclaimed, drew his sword and attacked the Shanba!

The mandrill laughed wildly, waved his hand, and the black ghost claws appeared out of thin air, slapping Jiang Yueli on the ground!

Jiang Yueli yelled loudly, and swung his sword again to attack. Of course, the outcome was as everyone expected. The mandrill slapped Jiang Yueli three times in a row, turning Jiang Yueli into a pool of clear water, and used the water escape to escape.

Seeing that the mandrill easily defeated the two deacons sent by the guild with a single gesture, and achieved a proud record of one death and one injury, the ghost clan's momentum surged, and they rushed into the lake even more frantically.

"Little ones, fight for me, take away the ice blood, and you can eat the others as you please! Hahahaha..." Shanbai shouted loudly while carrying a ghost-calling flag.

All the ghosts roared, with arrogance and arrogance, without fear of the massacre by the Qinglian Sword Formation, they rushed into the lake brazenly!

But everyone in Mingjian Villa looks sad and their morale is low. There are A-level ghosts on the opposite side, and there are even more powerful ghost-calling banners. The Qinglian Sword Formation can only last for an hour. Once the energy of the sword formation is exhausted, everyone will die. !

Seeing that Ning Fan died and Jiang Yueli was seriously injured and fled, the smile on Su Qinghe's face became brighter. He stopped the smile and said loudly:

"My sons and daughters of Mingjian Villa, in this autumn of life and death, either the tide of ghosts will recede, or my Mingjian Villa will be destroyed!"

"However, I have inherited 530 and six years of Mingjian Villa, and I have already studied the true art of controlling the sword to an extremely high level! With the sword, I would rather break than surrender!"

"Never give up! Fight to the end!" Everyone drew their swords and shouted. The atmosphere on the entire island was majestic, and everyone was full of fighting spirit!

"Very good, you are indeed my Haoerlang from Mingjian Villa, I am proud of your heroism!" Su Qinghe praised loudly.

"But..." He turned around and said in a deep voice:

"The ghost clan is powerful. Not only are A-level ghosts sitting in the town, but there are also ghosts and gods. We go up one by one, and the end is to die one by one!"

"yes……"

Everyone looked at each other and talked a lot.

"Indeed, in the face of a powerful A-level ghost, no matter how many people rush up, they will die!"

"Then what should we do? Sit and wait?"

"I can not do it!"

"I can't do it either! Instead of shrinking, it's better to go shopping, bring a few backs, and die with vigor and vigor!"

"Not bad!"

The crowd joined in.

Su Qinghe said loudly:

"No, blindly reckless Hu Chong will only ruin the lives of heroes in vain. Think about it, everyone, we have the strongest sword art, and there are people who are most familiar with the true sword art. What is worse is just a powerful sword. Excalibur!"

Everyone said yes.

Su Qinghe cleared his throat, and continued to speak loudly:

"And our Mingjian Villa has prepared for many years, and finally created an earth-shattering divine sword. Its name is 'Mingjian? Youquan'. Its divine power is destructive, enough to solve this predicament!"

Everyone was overjoyed, Su Qinghe said again:

"It's a pity that the Excalibur was born, and it needs to be praised..."