"Brother Xie, the people in the tomb are all grasshoppers on a rope now. I think he is not an enemy now. What he said makes sense. Let's kill Bai Zhan quickly!"
Seeing Zhao Jin's clean and neat movements, Mu Qianshan quickly urged the boss of the Xie family beside him. The boss of the Xie family looked at Zhao Jin's back and nodded heavily.
"Brothers, kill the zombies quickly!"
"You have to crush their heads and hearts to kill them. Your guns can't break their fucking skin. Hit them in the eyes! Hit them in the heart!"
Seeing that everyone was finally moving, Zhao Jin didn't hold back and quickly greeted them.
Mu Qianshan was the fastest. He didn't know when he had put on a pair of gold gloves on his hands. Using his skills, he smashed one of the stiff heads with his left and right palms, and then spread his fingers. A palm slapped into the zombie's chest.
The big bald head and the three Xie brothers were not to be outdone. Master Mingzhen's crescent shovel shoveled out, but it seemed to have encountered a soft spring and failed to pierce the zombie's chest. He took a closer look and saw that the zombie's head and chest were Most of it has turned green.
The three brothers of the Xie family also suffered in the same way, and they all failed to achieve a single blow.
"ah!"
A scream rang out, and everyone turned around to see that a white zombie had completely transformed into a green zombie and woke up. It clawed through the chest of a man in black, and the zombie bit his neck in one bite.
"broken!"
Zhao Jin cursed secretly, this bloody smell would definitely cause other zombies to wake up quickly.
No matter how many he could kill now, Zhao Jin once again stabbed the zombie in front of him in the head, but his arm shook and failed to pierce. The zombie in front of him had all transformed into green zombies, and the eyelids seemed to be loose. .
"Dry!"
No longer holding back, Zhao Jin stabbed the zombie in the same spot on the forehead with all his strength. At this moment, the zombie suddenly opened its eyes.
"drink!"
"boom!"
Infused with spiritual power, my brain blossomed, luckily it was too late.
Zhao Jin kicked the ground and turned around in the air. His classic move of returning the carbine stabbed the heart of the green corpse, and once again poured spiritual power into it, exploding the heart.
"Huh~~~"
The quick operation of just a few seconds also cost Zhao Jin a lot of energy, so he had to stop and take a breath.
Taking advantage of this opportunity, he looked at the scene in the field. The situation at this time was much better than he imagined. Except for the two white zombies that he and Mu Qianshan killed first, the other zombies had transformed into green zombies, which were not so easy to deal with, but now There were only two green zombies left.
After Mu Qianshan eliminated the one in his hand, only the one that killed the man in black was left. With the continuous shooting of the men in black, they could hold on for a while.
"Boom, boom, boom, boom..."
Footsteps?
Zhao Jin turned his head and looked at the main coffin. At this time, it was still blocked by the strong evil spirit, and nothing could be seen, but there seemed to be a sound inside.
The general of the Song Dynasty comes out of the coffin! ! ! ! ! ! ?
Just as Zhao Jin thought, a tall figure climbed up, slowly walked out of the thick fog, and approached them.
What a burly general. He is tall and broad, and he still looks like he was just skinny. The strong Yin evil energy filled his body, and the broad general's armor was tightly fitted, and he could not see clearly with the full armor helmet on his head.
"Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom..."
As the thousand-year-old corpse approached, the heavy footsteps became clearer and clearer. The hearts of everyone on the scene were all tightened. Every footsteps was like a heavy hammer hitting their hearts, and even more What's more, several men in black have already fallen to the ground and retched.
"Amitabha, you are so handsome!"
At this moment, everyone finally got a glimpse of the general's ancient corpse. The bald monk Mingzhen uttered a sentence uncontrollably, instantly waking up the others. Everyone wanted to laugh but couldn't.
"No, monk, I mean its armor."
Mingzhen, who realized that he had said something wrong, immediately reacted, faced the strange looks from the people around him, and quickly explained.
At this time, Mu Qianshan also reacted and hit the Green Zombie that was restrained in front of him with all his strength. He immediately flew towards the last Green Zombie who was still eating the man in black. The three ghosts of Xiangxi nearby also With a tacit understanding, they pounced forward and took advantage of this moment to attempt to kill the green zombie.
"Great monk, you're right, I think he's handsome too!"
After patting Master Mingzhen on the shoulder, Zhao Jin walked to his side, but his eyes were fixed on the Song Dynasty general.
"Yes, little brother, you have great taste. I like the bright red color!"
Mingzhen looked at the ancient corpse's full-body armor, which was originally bright red but was covered by the strong evil spirit and turned into dark red, and clicked his tongue in admiration.
This made Zhao Jin have to admire his brain circuitry. This was going to be a disaster, but he still had the intention to "appreciate" the armor here?
"Oh, that's the pinnacle of Han Jia - Song Dynasty Bu Ren Jia!"
Although he said this, Zhao Jin's eyes were focused on the sword hanging on the waist of the ancient corpse. It was such a precious sword, it was destined to be with me.
The swords worn by generals in the Song Dynasty were generally hand knives. According to the description in "Wu Jing Zong Yao": side blade, handle as short as a sword. The blade is short and wide, with a thick back and thin blade; the knife has four petals, a short and thick handle, and an ear at the end.
The hand knife is generally a melee weapon held in one hand. The blade can break armor, but the length is too short and is not suitable for use alone. It is usually an auxiliary weapon for long-armed warriors.
The hand knife in this general's hand seems to be specially made. It is based on the original hand knife and has a longer blade. Even when used alone, it can be used for offense, defense, near or far.
Although his uncle Song was good at using guns and sticks, Zhao Jin knew that his sword skills were also very good. After all, he was a big boss with the spirit of Wu Song, so how could he not be proficient in sword skills?
"Great monk, it's time to fight!"
"ah?"
"Everyone shoot the Song Dynasty general!"
Zhao Jin shouted, but no one paid him any attention. After all, strictly speaking, no one was on his side.
"Listen to this little brother and shoot!"
Fortunately, the boss of the Xie family was more capable and quickly called on everyone to follow Zhao Jin's arrangements.
"Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang..."
Countless bullets flew towards the ancient corpse, accompanied by the harsh sound of metal collision. For a while, there was constant fire and gun smoke filled the air.
Of course, Zhao Jin knew that ordinary firearms alone would not be able to pose any serious threat to this thousand-year-old corpse, but he would not just rush forward stupidly and let the little guys try their millet rifles first. First.
After the smoke from the firearms filled the air, what was left behind was the unscathed thousand-year-old corpse of the Song Dynasty general. He seemed to have just woken up, and his cloudy eyes were still blurry. After being tickled by the dense bullets, he actually woke up. , his eyes glanced directly at the people in front of him, his eyes full of indifference.
"Ami, that Buddha, grandma, this big zombie has developed intelligence, right? It makes your scalp numb just by looking at it!"
Monk Mingzhen's concentration is really unflattering. I wonder if he has ever recited Buddhist sutras in the temple. Is this his concentration? Or is this the result of him having recited Buddhist scriptures?
Good guy, then I'm afraid his concentration before he became a monk was negative. It can't be said that he has no concentration at all. It can only be said that he has no concentration at all.
Looking at the great monk's bald head, Zhao Jin couldn't help but smile.
"Master Mingzhen, look at the hair on his body that has fallen out. I'm afraid it has evolved to the point of flying stiff. Be careful. Maybe he can also use magic. Ordinary sunlight and swords can no longer damage him. What harm.”
"Ami, that Buddha, I'm afraid I'm going to explain it here today, great monk!" Fei Zhan, I'm afraid none of the old bald heads in the temple have seen it, but today I saw it, monk, but I don't know how to do it, monk. I don’t want to meet you!”
After Master Mingzhen scratched his chubby bald head, he held a crescent shovel in both hands and stood ready.
"Blood...eat...eat..."
The General Zombie made a hoarse sound, which was like the sound of two pieces of iron rubbing against each other. It was very sharp and harsh.
"It's so damn ugly..."
"Thum! Thug! Kick! Kick..."
The zombie slowly walked down the steps of the coffin, making heavy footsteps with every step he took. Everyone's hearts were beating along with the sound unconsciously, and then it seemed as if they had been hit hard.
"puff!"
There was a man in black who was the closest. He couldn't bear the pressure of the momentum at first. He spat out a mouthful of blood and fell to the ground, making no sound again.
"Don't hesitate, do it quickly!"
Zhao Jin was looking for an opportunity to take action when he suddenly heard a greeting. Looking at the source of the sound, he flew towards the general zombie. This person was Mu Qianshan who had already killed the last green zombie.
Looking ahead of him, the Three Ghosts of Xiangxi had already taken the lead and rushed forward with their crowbars.
"Amitabha, little brother, charge!"
Master Mingzhen also rushed forward upon hearing this.
"Good guy! Are all exorcists today so tough? Physical exorcism?"
Seeing this, Zhao Jin no longer hesitated and joined the charge. Zhao Jin has never been afraid of anyone in his whole life. Little zombie, Grandpa Zhao will take your head!
The crowbar of the Three Ghosts of Xiangxi has been covered with spiritual power and turned as black as ink, hitting the vital parts of the zombie's body with each stick.
Mu Qianshan's hands glowed as warmly as white jade, and he changed his moves back and forth with his palms, fists and fingers, directly greeting Fei Zheng.
The crescent shovel of the bald Master Mingzhen had been affixed with several Buddhist talismans at some point, giving off a frightening golden light.
The general zombie seemed to have not adapted to this body yet, so he was just being beaten passively.
But despite this, no one showed any joy on their faces. Instead, their expressions darkened again and again.
Their attacks could only break through the evil spirit surrounding the zombies and hit the armor, leaving shallow marks on the armor, but it was impossible to break through that layer of armor and cause substantial damage to them.
In short, their attacks didn't break defenses at all.
Fortunately, Mu Qianshan's attack was still effective. The force compressed the body through the armor, leaving a slight dent on the body. Half of the general's face armor was also removed, revealing the terrifying and ferocious face underneath.
