The sword light burst out, and the stagnant time seemed to be broken open.
It makes people realize that the people below are already red-eyed, that there is a small boat hanging in the sky, and that they are surrounded by people who are just like themselves, with their necks hanging in a daze.
By the way, when did he stand next to me?
The student turned his head, confused and yet to recover.
It wasn't until he was knocked down and a piece of flesh and blood was ripped off his cheek that he understood.
It turns out that the gym has long been turned into a zombie den.
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The high-flying fisherman had long since lost his calm posture. He was lying on the bow of the boat, leaning out, using the pole with his right hand to block the flying sword that was flying towards Xiang Chong. His left hand was patting the hull of the boat hard, and he was shouting. Muddy words.
Looking from the bottom up, it's quite funny.
Ning An couldn't laugh.
He shook off the blood on the tip of the knife and looked around the field. At least a hundred zombies were attacking the unarmed students.
"Open the door! Open the door!"
"Who has the key! Who has the key! Come and open the door!"
"Teacher Wu has the key!"
"Professor Wu?"
"Teacher Wu is dead, wuwuwu..."
Ning An bent his right leg slightly and turned around, but a young man missed him. Seeing that the sneak attack failed, the young man looked ferocious and gritted his teeth to snatch the knife from Ning An's hand.
Until the young man was severely trampled under his feet, and after struggling to no avail, his expression was filled with great fear, and he banged his head on the ground with a loud noise, and begged: "Brother! Brother! Please open the door!"
Behind Ning An is the gate.
Looking at the ordinary people rushing over from both sides as if they were running away, Ning An frowned and pushed away a few who were bold enough to plead for mercy. However, after pushing one away, two others came forward, looking like they were at the end of their rope. Ning An didn't want to Injuring innocent people, he had to shout loudly: "You really can't see the black air attached to the wall?!"
The crowd suddenly stagnated. Ning An squeezed out, avoiding the strangers who came up to him. He cut off the heads of several zombies without eyes, walked quickly around the fourth floor of the stairs, turned over, and jumped to the side of the Taoist priest. , holding the knife and adjusting his breath, facing the zombies surrounding him.
The Taoist priest's pressure suddenly decreased and he nodded slightly to Ning'an.
Since the first flying sword sneak attack failed, the angler was shocked and angry. At this time, Xiang Chong was his money tree and source of strength. How could he tolerate any accidents? Immediately mobilized most of the zombies to attack Jing Yu.
At this time, Ning An entered the scene, giving Jing Yu, who was originally a little overwhelmed, a chance to breathe.
"We must find a way to kill him!"
"Or force him off the boat."
Jing Yu was stunned, causing the speed of the flying sword to slow down for a moment. He suddenly bared his teeth and cursed: "That water is rootless water. When it is aroused by the puppet's energy, it is like a maggot attached to the bone. It looks for gaps and burrows to block my flying sword." His majesty and his musket have become dumb. You want to force him to get off the ship? Can you fly?"
Ning An's eyes were dull, and he once again wiped away the zombies that rushed towards him with his sword. He replaced him with Anya Yan, "If you don't force him to come down, killing this person will not help."
"It's just to slow down the entry of anglers a little, isn't it just for the sake of staring down at them?"
Jing Yu was noncommittal, his hands flew up to make a gesture, and his flying sword became even more powerful.
Two flying swords protected his body, and three flying swords stabbed at Xiang Chong. The flying swords came and went invisibly in all directions. However, a fishing rod shook out the afterimage. Occasionally, zombies who were not afraid of death seized the opportunity and crashed into him with the intention of using it. The body blocked the silver sword.
"Why are you here?"
"Now is not the time for small talk!"
"Gu Yue too? I heard from grandpa that you can't..."
Jing Yu took a chance and glared at Ning An.
One is the young master of the Ning family, and the other is the disciple of Master Wuchen. Because the elders in the family are old friends, the two of similar age have known each other for a long time. Although their friendship is not deep, Jing Yu knows that Ning An is not unfamiliar with him. A person of current affairs.
When you are in danger, what is more important than getting out?
So Jing Yu also replaced An Yayan and lowered his voice and said, "Do you have any idea?"
"Use your flying sword to send me up."
Jing Yu's thoughts changed rapidly, his brows furrowed again, and he immediately nodded in agreement.
Feijian had never made any meritorious deeds and had to find a way out, so he couldn't help but think too much.
Five small swords were seen drawing an arc and spinning around the Taoist. The Taoist pointed his fingers and sank down like a rock, ready to go.
Jing Yu's eyes widened and he shouted sternly: "The resentful puppet will die!"
The fisherman grinned, leaned out more than half of his body, and the voice in his mouth became even more impatient.
"die!"
A small sword shot out, heading straight for Chong's eyebrows.
That small silver sword seemed to capture the angler's entire attention, and the sword reflected the faint fire in his eyes.
"Boom!"
The fishing rod was planted firmly on the ground, blocking the path of the small sword.
The small sword floated to the ground and landed on the fat corpse where the fishing rod had fallen.
"Huhehehe——"
The angler was like an ape, laughing forward and backward, laughing at how strong the attack was.
But he ignored the fact that behind him, four small swords formed a staircase to the clouds, and a young man had already jumped up with flying swords.
Ning'an climbed up with his flying sword and was already above the anglers, becoming a condescending figure.
Ning'an was not sluggish, he faced the flying fog droplets, his clothes were beaten, he patted the scabbard in the air, and said softly, "Suffer death!"
When the monster noticed what was behind him, from the corner of his eye, he could only catch a glimpse of Ning An, who was bending down and using a knife as a gun, and the cold light that shot out suddenly.
Boom!
At the critical moment, the angler spit out a very thin water arrow, causing the long knife that originally stabbed his head to deflect a little, cutting off half of his arm.
The force of the long knife was slightly reduced, but with its sharpness, it was deeply embedded in the edge of the wooden boat.
"Roar!"
There was no blood gushing from the gap in the arm, only bursts of black energy seeping out. Judging from the black energy pouring in below, it was obvious that he was unable to make ends meet.
There were so many corpses in the arena that Ning An fell down, making only a loud noise and being cushioned by a flesh pad, so it was no big deal.
The water column dissipated and the boat crashed to the ground. The fisherman's eyes swelled with will-o'-the-wisps as he stared at Ning'an Jingyu and Ning'an Jingyu.
As if receiving an order, the zombies receded like a tide, creating a large space.
Ning An kicked away Xiang Chong who was biting the fat corpse frantically. Xiang Chong covered his stomach and bowed like a shrimp. Acid water and tears gushed out from his stomach. He finally regained his consciousness, staggered and passed out in the still empty space. corner.
In this way, only Ning An, Jing Yu and the angler were left in the field.
"This sword is two feet and five inches long and weighs one pound and seven taels. It has a peach wood handle and a white jade edge. On the day when I was weak, I killed Hepo in a sword fight next to Xiaozhai Temple. The monk presented it to me."
Jing Yu threw the scabbard on his back and said in a cold voice, "Is it easy?"
Ning An held the knife in his right hand and felt the warmth coming from the handle, which had a calming effect on the soul. The blade was not sharp, but he had an intuition that this knife could kill evil.
"nature."
The words have not yet finished.
The fishing pole was the first to catch anyone, its fine barbs were so tight that it struck Ning'an's face suddenly.
"Watch out!"
Ning'an didn't dodge or dodge, and saw the right moment to press the horizontal edge against the long stick. Using his waist and abdomen to drive his arms, he pushed the long stick a few points away with the help of four ounces of skillful strength.
"First level peak!"
Ning An shouted sharply and stepped forward at the same time. Judging from the blow just now, the angler's strength was greatly weakened due to the leakage of resentment. He was only at the peak of the first level at most. He had used the "Sword in the Mouth" ability before, and now he was It’s time to take advantage of the opportunity!
Jing Yu made a hand gesture with one hand and muttered something in his mouth. He used four small swords in conjunction with Ning An to shoot at the other side of the monster. At this time, the angler only had a broken arm. Faced with such a flanking attack, he had no choice but to hold a stick to avoid it.
The long stick was shrunk to two meters long, carrying the water mist dancing in an airtight manner, blocking the incoming Ning'an.
But he couldn't stop the nimble little sword.
Jing Yu raised his fingers together and chanted the magic formula. He immediately turned his small sword forward and stabbed forward, hanging at the four corners to lock the angler, forming a posture of being high and hanging down, forcing him to stay on the spot to defend against the enemy.
Fortunately, the gymnasium has long been contaminated by sewage, the guns and gunpowder have become wet, and the police stationed there have become ordinary people with some skills. Otherwise, the anglers at this time would be living targets.
After a quick burst of energy, Ning An did not achieve any success, so Ning An adjusted his breath and suppressed the surging energy and blood.
The power of the first level peak is not something that I can compete with now. I can only gain a chance by overdrafting my body.
Fortunately, Jing Yu stepped up to the plate.
Ning An glanced at the Taoist priest behind him.
His face turned pale.
The Taoist priest's face was solemn, with one hand behind his back, already on the verge of collapse.
The flying sword consumes energy, Jing Yu keeps attacking, and now he is at the end of his strength!
"Three swords, I can still use three swords."
Jing Yu took a deep breath and slowly exhaled it.
The angler's expression was gloomy, and the black energy slowly rose in his left arm. Seeing the two people speaking in strange accents, he roughly guessed what conspiracy they were discussing.
The worst offenders are actually the anglers.
According to his original plan, the resentment in this place was so strong that it would not be difficult to help him reach the peak of the second level or even hit the third level. When the gates of the museum were opened, wouldn't he just leave casually with his solid strength?
Who would have expected that two thornheads would break in and just as their resentment started to rise, they would forcibly interrupt themselves from enjoying the tribute.
Even if both of them die, can he leave alive? He clearly sensed that the firearms on the waists of those well-dressed people posed a considerable threat to him. I am afraid that the outside was gradually filled with these.
It must be resolved quickly!
The three of them were furious in their hearts and their hands were faster.
"One sword!"
It is better to cut off one finger than to injure ten of the enemy's fingers. Jing Yu made up his mind and summoned the other small swords back to the sword pot at his waist. Only one sword was left, and he stabbed it towards the monster like a stream of light.
The angler throws out the long pole, which rises without any wind, and goes straight to find the small sword. By the time the small sword splits the long pole, there is not much power left, and it can stab the angler's hind leg.
The angler staggered, and his palm the size of a cattail leaf brushed against the small sword. Under the invasion of black energy, the small sword lost its flowing brilliance.
Jing Yu groaned, blood gushed out from the corner of his mouth, and he fell to the ground holding his head, feeling the world spinning.
Several people moved like thunder, but in fact it only took a moment. When the angler lost his center of gravity for a moment, the sword flash came again and took out his head.
The cold light is brilliant, and the snow is whiter than jade.
The eyes of the fisherman who lost his balance flickered, reflecting a bit of despair and misery.
"Watch out!"
Whoosh!
It is better to cut off one of his fingers than to hurt ten of them.
The fisherman lost his arm again, the pain was heartbreaking, and he laughed hysterically.
No one could have imagined that half of the long stick would come back again, carrying the sound of wind coming from behind Ning'an.
The flying sword that had been accumulated for many years was injured, and it affected Jing Yu's soul. The dizzy Jing Yu only had time to say be careful, but he could only watch the long stick penetrate the young man's back.
Click!
Click!
The angler's smile was stiff, and a sense of absurdity came to his mind.
Why can't it be pierced?
With his peak level one strength, why couldn't he kill an ordinary person with a full blow?
Yes, ordinary people and anglers can feel that the boy holding the knife in front of them is just stronger and more agile. This is why the anglers chose to attack him sneakily.
He suspected that the Taoist priest in the distance had a back-up plan.
But he never expected that half of the long stick only penetrated halfway and was firmly stuck.
For a moment, he couldn't even care about the pain of his broken arm. The fisherman lowered his head and trembled.
Trading an injury for a life was a big gamble, but I never expected that the young man had such a trump card.
And he lost the bet.
Ning An's eyes were cold and his body was covered with golden lines. He suddenly moved the blade and swung it down hard.
The force of the knife was so powerful that it completely disrupted the angler's center of gravity, knocking him against the gymnasium wall and then paralyzing him on the ground.
The young man was unyielding, and in a flash, he put on the lost long knife while sprinting. Holding the handle of the knife behind his back with both hands, he stabbed hard at the dark fire in his eyes.
Wow!
The door was pushed open.
