"It's so damn hard!"
Mu Qianshan cursed secretly in his heart. This was also the feeling of others at this time.
"Bang! Ding! Dang! Dang! Dong..."
The attack landed on the zombie, making various metal collision sounds, like a low-pitched version of a symphony.
"Others, don't be stunned and continue setting up explosives!"
The battlefield has now become a battle between the spiritual masters. The men in black on the side have no way to intervene and can only become spectators.
The boss of the Xie family immediately told them to move, otherwise they would have to wait for death.
"snort!"
"boom!"
The General Zombie gave a cold shout and stomped the ground. The sinister energy surged around his body, sending everyone flying away.
"It's now!"
Zhao Jin shouted in his heart, bent his legs slightly, and suddenly exerted force with a shocking step under his feet. He flew up, and the tip of the gun in his hand was pointed directly at the eyes of the zombie that were exposed after half of the mask was removed by Mu Qianshan.
The General Zombie's control of his zombie body was not sensitive enough. It had never thought that Zhao Jin would come so suddenly. It was too late to avoid it, so it could only raise its arms quickly, trying to catch the approaching danger. Spear.
"hiss!"
The tip of the spear pierced in, and the sound it made was not like it was piercing into flesh, but like it was piercing some stiff leather.
This blow did not pierce the zombie's head as Zhao Jin expected. Even the tip of the gun was grabbed by the zombie before it could fully penetrate. The skin and flesh were twisted and turned out.
"Well done, little brother!"
Mu Qianshan and others were very surprised when they saw this scene, and Master Mingzhen even shouted with joy.
But the person involved, Zhao Jin, didn't feel so good because he couldn't pull out the gun at all. The zombie tightly grasped the handle of the gun with both hands, and the gun lay motionless in the air and could not be taken back.
"You won't let go, right? It's a competition of strength, right? Then you have to catch it for me!"
The next scene shocked everyone on the field. Zhao Jin grabbed the ground with both feet, twisted his waist and hips, and actually lifted the zombie general up with a lift.
"Fuck, little brother, you are so big... so big... so strong!"
Mage Mingzhen, who seemed to have funny attributes, exclaimed again.
Zhao Jin raised the spear and started to spin it, but he didn't expect that the zombie would not let go. The two of them were moving up and down, spinning like a small whirlwind.
"You're still not letting go, are you? Then let's go!"
Zhao Jin raised his strength again and threw the zombie away with a single shot.
"boom!"
The zombie general of the Song Dynasty hit the far wall hard. Looking at the large amount of dust falling from the top, one knew that the impact was not light.
"Bang~~~"
"Ah, Brother Tian, you fell down too? Huh? Why should I say so?"
A figure fell from the beam and landed next to Luo Xiaopang. Who could this person be if he wasn't Lin Tian?
He was also shocked by Zhao Jin's terrifying power just now. He was stunned and couldn't stand still, and was shaken down by the vibration caused by the huge force.
Although Lin Tian and Luo Xiaopang were exposed, no one on the field had the energy to care about them at this time, and everyone was paying attention to the battle situation.
"Take advantage of his illness to kill him, Li Ping!"
"The general is here!"
Before the dust stirred up around the zombies had dispersed, a blue giant-like Gao Zhan appeared.
"drink!"
With a loud shout, the spear in the warrior's hand turned into a sky-blue python and rushed towards the zombies in the dust.
"boom!"
The huge repulsive force ejected Li Ping, and smoothly pulled Zhao Jin's spear back, landing next to Zhao Jin.
"Lord, this zombie... is so hard!"
Everyone who was awakened by the huge vibration of the attack looked at Li Ping with fanaticism in their eyes.
"Little brother, I didn't expect you to be a soul master!"
Some familiar Mingzhen masters approached Zhao Jin, but their eyes were looking at Li Ping carefully.
"Well, I had some luck when I was a kid and met Li Ping."
"Haha, little brother, you are too modest. Awakening souls requires more than just luck. Our temple does have horcruxes that store souls. It's a pity that I, the monk, have no chance!"
Zhao Jin knew that the monk was talking about the Vajra Temple where he once lived. It was also a large force in the Qian Kingdom, not much worse than famous forces like Tianshi Mansion and Longhu Mountain.
"Everyone, please don't get excited. The battle is not over yet. This Feizhuang will not die so easily."
"What the hell is Feizheng!?"
The smile on Master Mingzhen's face froze, and he felt that he was instantly unhappy again.
Zhao Jin stared in the direction of the general's zombie again, and Li Ping followed suit. When everyone else heard this, they also looked towards the wall.
Suddenly, the dust that was about to settle began to roll, rotate, and surge on its own without any wind.
"Why is this old bastard so evil?"
Zhao Jin ignored Master Mingzhen's words. His eyes looked through the dust and locked on the small wooden box fastened to Fei Zhan's waist.
This thing is destined to a certain person, I, Zhao Jin, said it!
"Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom..."
The familiar heavy footsteps sounded again, and everyone watched helplessly as the fallen figure climbed up, stood up, and walked out.
At this time, Feizheng no longer had the power of the previous Song Dynasty general. The armor on his chest was in tatters, revealing his black and rotten chest. Only half of the helmet on his head was still hanging on his head, and his face was also Half of it had been destroyed, and the right cheek revealed its shiny black bones.
"Human, you are very strong and worthy of being my opponent."
The voice was still so unpleasant, Fei Zhan pulled out the saber from his waist and pointed it at Zhao Jin.
"Everyone, it's time to show off your housekeeping skills, otherwise everyone will have to answer here today!"
The eldest son of the Xie family among the Three Ghosts in Western Hunan looked at the more powerful Fei Zhan and shouted to everyone that they should risk their lives.
After saying that, a flash of physical pain flashed in the eyes of the three ghosts in Xiangxi. They each took out three small gray and white beetles and stuffed them into their mouths. Within a few breaths, their pupils expanded, and then contracted. A mysterious force visible to the naked eye surged in their bodies. .
Mu Qianshan, the demon-conquering hand, also took off his silk gloves first, took out a jade bottle and crushed it in his hands. Green liquid flowed out of the bottle, carrying a medicinal fragrance. He rubbed his hands together and spread the green liquid evenly. Soon the green color was absorbed, and the hands became more jade-like and lustrous.
The bald Master Mingzhen did not take out anything else. He just stood with a shovel in his right hand, his left hand raised in front of his chest, and recited Buddhist scriptures in his mouth. A string of Buddhist beads on his hand gradually emitted golden light as he chanted. .
"snort!"
Seeing everyone's actions, Fei Zhan snorted coldly, inserted the saber in his hand vertically into the floor tiles, and began to form seals with his hands.
"No! Everyone, take action quickly, this Fei Zhan already knows magic!"
Zhao Jin looked at the movements of the big zombie and immediately thought of the records about flying zombies in his ancient books. He quickly called on everyone to attack. He took the lead and flew forward, followed closely by Li Ping. One master and one soul pointed their spears directly at each other. Flying stiff.
Unfortunately, they were fast and flew even faster. As soon as Zhao Jin and others got close to them, they were only two meters away when they were interrupted by an extremely strong evil aura.
The flying zombie spell is done!
I saw that the seven fallen green zombies began to have a misty evil aura around them. Then, as if they were attracted, the evil auras on the seven corpses connected with each other to form a foggy cover covering the entire tomb chamber.
"Holy shit, Brother Tian, is this zombie really a spirit!? Can he even use formations!?"
Looking at the increasingly dense and sinister aura above his head behind him, Luo Xiaopang couldn't help but exclaimed.
Lin Tian on the side looked at him in surprise.
"Fat boy, do you still know formations?"
"Brother Tian, you are looking down on me. I'm not bragging. I'm really a descendant of Captain Jin. My grandfather's book talked about this formation. It seems to be called something... Qi Sha... No. , what are the seven corpses...no...what are they..."
"What on earth is it? Do you know what it is?"
"Let me think about it...what is it called? How can I not remember it?"
"Think about it carefully. It's best if you can think of a way to break the formation. Now that we are all in this formation, we have nowhere to run if we want to. We might overturn."
"No way, no way, Fat Master, I can't waste my wonderful youth here! Brother Tian, it's all my fault. I shouldn't have dragged you to visit the grave, causing you to die here with me. .Brother Tian, I will still be your brother in the next life!"
Lin Tian couldn't laugh or cry at this time, and slapped Luo Xiaopang on the head.
"Okay, think about this mysterious formation quickly, come up with it quickly, the sooner the better!"
Lin Tian couldn't help but become nervous while watching the battle on the field. He touched the long strip of cloth on his back with his hand and felt a little more at ease. The situation on the field was now very unfavorable.
In the few breaths they were talking, the battle had already entered a fierce stage. Zhao Jin and others were beaten to the point of retreat, or in other words, they only had the strength to parry.
The three ghosts of Xiangxi have long been injured, and their dark night clothes are in tatters, revealing their bodies that have become stronger after taking the secret beetle medicine.
The three of them all paid attention to avoid being scratched by Feizheng's claws. After all, the "onychomycosis" that has been raised for thousands of years is no joke.
Even though they were careful, the three of them were still hit by the flying zombie. The eldest and second child were only slightly weakened. The third child's right shoulder was broken and his combat power was greatly damaged. He was currently lying on the side taking medicine to recover.
The big bald Mingzhen's crescent shovel had a corner broken off by the flying sword, and the staff was even more pitted. The rapid battle was too mentally draining, and his physical strength had declined. From time to time, he had to breathe heavily to slow down before he could continue to attack.
Mu Qianshan was much better than them. His robe was still intact, only some of the corners were eaten away by the evil spirit, and the silk gloves on his hands were not too damaged. He could see Zhao Jin beside him. I’m really jealous. Are these gloves of such good quality?
"Huh~~huh~~~, little brother, this is not the way to go. We can't use him up."
Mu Qianshan panted heavily, looking at Zhao Jin from the corner of his eyes and saying, but the movement of his hands was not slow, and he continued to greet Fei Zhan, because if he was slow, he would be killed.
