"It's this monster again!" Wen Wan exclaimed with her eyes widened.
The light from the lighting talisman shone on the face of the monster in front of me.
It was a cold, lifeless, zombie-like face that was as pale as ice.
In other words, the monster in front of him is not a human at all, but a zombie.
The corpse demon's sharp claws pressed firmly on Wen Wen's sword blade.
The sharp blade will cut off even a short hair in an instant.
And this zombie's palm showed no signs of damage at all, not even small marks.
Although Wen Wan is an immortal cultivator, girls are often much weaker than men, not to mention a male corpse demon who has been transformed and refined.
The long sword that was originally held up showed faint signs of trembling.
Wen Wan gritted her teeth secretly and said: If you can't fight with strength, I can't fight it at all.
At this time, Wei Ran's teachings to her suddenly flashed through her mind: Unruly brute force is like a wild beast, and why the human race can become the leader of all spirits and the object of learning for all living beings is because the human race is facing competition. When you are facing a strong opponent, you will also learn to think. If you can't fight hard enough, fight in a group. Fighting in a group is nothing more than using tactics. Don't underestimate the power of wisdom. The so-called "four or two moves that move a thousand pounds" was invented by the human race.
Even in a one-on-one battle, facing a more powerful opponent, you must learn to protect yourself, and then wait for opportunities to find flaws and kill with one blow.
Wen Wan did not put all her efforts into defense, but observed with her eyes. The corpse demon in front of her was obviously not very intelligent. She was suppressed and exposed many flaws. She could use many of his moves to seriously injure herself.
And it failed to do so at all.
It shows that this guy is not very smart. This is an opportunity!
Wen Wan gritted her teeth and held the sword tightly with both hands.
The true energy in the body flows through the meridians like a torrential river.
Wen Wan secretly used her strength to skillfully move her body away from the body of the corpse demon with four or two kilos of skill.
Then he twisted around and jumped up, stepped on the corpse demon's bare head, used the force to fly over to the corpse demon's back, and stabbed out with a backhand sword.
This sword was as fast as lightning and as hard as a raging wave striking a stone, and it stabbed directly into the corpse demon's neck.
The result was not beyond Wen Wan's expectation. The sword tip seemed to be pierced on a stone, and the reaction force made her own arm numb.
The strength of this corpse demon is astonishingly more powerful than the undead general Wen Wan encountered in the caravan before. Its strength is several times greater than the undead general, and its body is as hard as steel, and it is difficult to break through with ordinary swords. its defense.
It is estimated that he has the strength to refine Qi at the fifth and sixth levels.
But Wen Wan herself has only built the ninth level of Foundation Condensation Yuan.
In fact, Wen Wan can break through. She originally wanted to complete the task of escorting the caravan and return to the cave to prepare for a breakthrough in cultivation, but she unexpectedly got caught up in the incident in the sacred forest and never had time.
The gentle figure disappeared from the corpse demon's sight. As for the sword on his neck, it was no better than scratching an itch, and it had no feeling at all.
As a result, the figure of the little kite hiding behind Wen Wan was completely exposed to the corpse demon.
The little kite was stunned. She looked at the corpse demon, and the corpse demon was also looking at her.
The little kite twitched the corner of his mouth and said with a wry smile: "SOrry, I didn't know there was anyone here, so I came in without saying hello, no... I'm sorry."
When Wen Wan saw that the Corpse Demon ignored her, she was immediately shocked and shouted sternly: "Little kite, run!"
The gentle voice seemed to stimulate the corpse demon. The corpse demon opened its bloody mouth and roared at the little kite.
"Roar!"
The little kite was so frightened that his face turned green, and he screamed at the top of his lungs: "Hey——!"
The corpse demon waved his arm and hit the little kite.
The little kite shrank its head and squatted on the ground in fear.
The corpse demon's arm hit the stone wall of the tomb door frame, and she just missed the blow.
The little kite held her head and cried, "I know I'm being presumptuous! But don't be so cruel!"
Wen Wan was furiously firing behind the corpse demon, and the sharp sword light struck the corpse demon's back one after another, but it only tore into pieces the khaki linen top worn by the corpse demon.
Wen Wan took a deep breath, her whole body was full of true energy, and a gradual green fluorescence appeared in her eyes.
The sword body was immediately covered with a layer of light blue Qi.
Wen Wan holds the sword in one hand and leaps up. The tip of the sword is like a dragonfly touching the water, and the sword's momentum is like a waterfall hanging on a cliff.
"The autumn wind and light rain hit the water three feet apart!"
Continuous sword thrusts hit the corpse demon's back.
Mosquitoes are always buzzing in your ears and biting you, which makes anyone irritated.
Sure enough, the corpse demon turned around and stared at Wen Wan with its black eyes.
Seeing that her goal had been achieved, Wen Wan immediately retreated and shouted: "Little kite, run!"
The little kite was not stupid, and rolled out of the gap next to the corpse demon.
When Wen Wan saw that she actually ran in instead of outside, she couldn't help but said angrily: "Why are you still running towards me?"
The little kite suddenly felt aggrieved and said, "My legs are shaking and I can't control them. I can only roll forward!"
After Wen Wan heard this, she stopped talking about her because the corpse demon's counterattack was already in front of her.
Wen Wan began to block with her sword, and while blocking, she was dealing with the corpse demon.
The crackling sound was particularly harsh in the dark tomb chamber.
The little kite hid in a dark corner holding her copper coin sword, watching the anxious battle, and found a little frustrated that she seemed to be of no help at all.
So he shouted anxiously: "What should I do, Sister Wen Wan?"
The little kite's voice did not attract the corpse demon's attention. It seemed that it only dealt with the most threatening existence. Obviously Wen Wan's threat was much greater than that of the little kite.
Wen Wan flicked away the claws of the corpse demon with one blow. After taking a few steps back, she quickly said: "Try it with your black dog blood!"
"Black dog blood! That's right! I still have black dog blood!" Little Kite suddenly realized and quickly took out the water bag containing black dog blood from the storage bag.
When she raised her head to look again, she found that Wen Wan and the corpse demon were fighting inextricably.
So the little kite held the black dog's blood in his hand. It didn't matter whether it was splashed or not. It just stood there awkwardly.
She was afraid that her blood would accidentally spill on Wen Wan.
Seeing that she didn't take action at all times, Wen Wan couldn't help but take a distracted glance.
Seeing her standing there in a daze holding the water bag, he loudly said: "Throw the water bag over."
When the little kite heard this, it felt like waking up from a dream, and nodded quickly and said: "Oh oh oh!"
Then he raised his arms and threw the water bag out.
Wen Wan's eyes were as bright as lightning. She knew that the water bag had flown over, but she did not panic in her heart. The swordsmanship in her palm was still as steady as a mountain, defusing the zombie demon's attacks with one move after another.
When he was practicing in the Xiaozhulin Cave, Wei Ran often threw snowballs at Wen Wan when she was sparring with the mud doll.
Wei Ran's shots were fast and accurate, and his angles were extremely tricky.
In this way, Wen Wan also developed the unique skill of being able to see in all directions.
When the water bag passed over Wen Wan's head, Wen Wan turned around and kicked the corpse demon, and used this force to fly into the air. When Wen Wan's figure came into the air, it was already Hanging head-down position.
The water bag was right in front of her.
The white sword light flashed past, Wen Wan used her sword to break the water bag, and all the black dog blood in the water bag fell on the corpse demon directly below like rain.
The moment the water bag was punctured, Wen Wan's figure had returned to the ground, her moon-grey robe spotless.
It just happened in a split second.
When the little kite saw this, she quickly said: "Sister Wenwan, you are so awesome!"
Wen Wan did not show a trace of joy, but her face became more solemn.
Because the black dog's blood fell on the corpse demon and had no effect at all.
The corpse demon covered in black dog blood turned around, roared, and rushed towards Wen Wan again.
The little kite quickly shouted: "Why is this black dog blood useless!"
Wen Wan said while avoiding the attack: "How do I know!"
The little kite looked at the copper coin sword in his hand and said, "Damn it! That fortune teller actually lied to me! This copper coin sword is definitely useless!"
Wen Wan pushed the little kite away, blocked the zombie demon's claws with her backhand sword, and shouted: "Stay away!"
It turns out that when the little kite complained that the fortune teller was lying, the battle between Wen Wan and the corpse demon was actually close to her.
The little kite was so frightened that it rolled and crawled farther away.
Wen Wan had begun to breathe heavily, and she realized a very serious problem.
That's when his physical strength began to decline.
On the other hand, the zombie demon seemed to have endless strength, and every strike was its full blow.
The reason why Wen Wan has never been able to take the initiative in the battle is because the corpse demon not only has a bronze body and iron bones, but also has a life-threatening fighting style.
It wouldn't be like this for a flesh-and-blood person to fight her.
All living people will have weaknesses, and the biggest weakness is the fear of death.
As the saying goes, those who are strong are afraid of those who are violent, and those who are violent are afraid of those who risk their lives.
This weird thing in front of me is so unafraid of death, how can it be played like this?
