Buzz!
The long knife flew across the air, cutting through all obstacles wherever it passed, and the cuts were like mirror surfaces.
The surrounding corpses like a tide were blocked by the destructive momentum of the counter-pattern knife. Many white bone fragments were mixed with corpse fragments, covering the entire courtyard.
There was a putrid stench in the air, so unpleasant it was nauseating.
Nan Er could only hold back the overwhelming feeling of vomiting in his stomach, and kept waving the long knife in his hand, cutting all the dead corpses into pieces.
"Horse riding! Why is it endless? How many more are there..."
He fought in the courtyard for a while, while fighting off the corpses that kept coming, he retreated to the steps of the main hall.
Strangely enough, the entire temple was filled with various corpses that had been resurrected from the dead. Each one staggered toward Nan Er, but none of them dared to walk to the main hall, let alone take a step up the steps.
Nan Er then stood on the steps, the long knife in his hand flying up and down. The counter-grain knife, which was so sharp that it was far beyond the swords of the world, cut the corpses as easily as chopping tofu.
But after a long time, it was no solution, and the tide of corpses around him never stopped. No matter how Nan Er slashed, the tide of corpses still filled the courtyard as far as the eye could see, showing no signs of decreasing.
If this continues, Nan Er will definitely die of exhaustion first.
As I said before, a good man cannot stand against the crowd. No matter how powerful a knight-errant is, he is likely to die inexplicably when faced with an enemy that is a hundred times his number.
"Xia Zhichan! Step on your horse and open the door!"
Nan Er suddenly took a step back, and his back hit the door of the hall. As the wooden door creaked, he shouted at the same time.
There was no sound in the main hall, as if the sound of being beaten just now did not come from here, and there was no light in the room. If Xia Zhichan hadn't made a sound just now, Nan Er would not have discovered that the other party was hiding here.
Bang!
Seizing the opportunity, Nan Er raised an elbow with his left hand and hit the door. However, the wooden door only made a loud noise but was not opened. Judging from the reaction of the shock, the door should be blocked inside.
"I ride on a horse..."
Nan Er flipped his knife and just chopped off the head of a corpse. The headless corpse actually continued to pounce on him and hugged his right leg.
The sharp nails directly pierced the clothes and dug into the flesh.
That is to say, he has been in the world for a long time. When the knife in his right hand was slashed out, his two knees collided with each other, directly breaking the arm of the corpse, and then kicked the opponent into the group of corpses with a flick of his toes.
Buzz!
The long sword screamed continuously, like a fearless charging soldier. Every time it advanced, it tore apart the opponent's formation and crushed it to pieces.
New Year's Eve, a cold night in the middle of winter.
There was white mist rising from Nan Er's body, and his collar and corners were wet with his own sweat. Only the knife in his hand was still as fast as ever.
"If you don't open the door if you step on the horse, you're going to have to collect my body!"
Although Nan Er cursed fiercely, he did not relax mentally. What he faced was not one or two enemies, but hundreds of corpses that were not afraid of death. People kept falling down, and people kept stepping on the ground. Debris rushed over.
If you relax a little bit, your hands and feet may be restrained by the corpse, and then you will be completely swallowed by the zombie tide. In time, it will probably be chewed up like those bones.
The door to the main hall still didn't open, and there was no movement in the room.
Nan Er simply stopped talking and concentrated on blocking the attacks of the zombies. Of course, he would not think about whether Xia Zhichan wanted to leave him outside the door to fend for himself. He just thought that the other party was indeed unable to open the palace door for him for some reason and could only let himself struggle to support himself at the door.
What is Xia Zhichan doing in the room?
Inside the desolate and dilapidated hall, there were only faint highlights lit by three pillars of fragrance. It was pitch black outside, and pitch black inside.
Xia Zhichan was sitting cross-legged opposite the statue on the high platform. The originally dusty altar in front of him had been cleared of a clean space. In front of the incense burner, there was a clean pottery bowl. It's full of wine.
The fragrance of the three pillars burned away little by little, and the wine in the pottery bowl on the altar also decreased little by little.
Xia Zhichan could hear the movement outside the house, and even without using her eyes to see, she knew that Nan Er was in a hard fight.
His current situation is no better than before. Although he has successfully entered the entry level, all the meridians in his body have been destroyed by the true energy, and he can only slowly repair it bit by bit.
So he doesn't even have much true energy in his body now. It's not the previous dilemma of not being able to refine it, but because the meridians in his body are destroyed and he can't absorb and refine the spiritual energy of heaven and earth.
If it weren't for the elixir of sleepless spring, I'm afraid Xia Zhichan would have been a complete useless person from now on. He can be recorded in the history of Taoism, but it's strange that he was disabled as soon as he got started.
It's not that he can't let Nan Er in, firstly so that he won't be disturbed when he casts spells, and secondly, to test Nan Er's current strength, especially when Xia Zhichan restores the connection between him and Niwen Dao, will Nothing unexpected will happen.
Half of the fragrance was burned, and half of the wine in the bowl was missing.
Although the room was dark because there was no light, Xia Zhichan raised his head and glanced at the majestic statue of the god. The clay statue's face actually showed a faint red drunkenness.
"My wine is not for nothing..."
He murmured, and then everything became calm again.
Bang!
Nan Er couldn't remember how many times he was pushed back by the impact of the zombie tide, and his back hit the hall door hard. There was a muffled sound and the creak of the wooden door shaking at the same time.
"Huh, I was really almost beaten to death. Grandma, I don't believe in evil today!"
Nan Er didn't notice that when he was facing an almost desperate situation, he didn't have a trace of fear, nor did he have any complaints against Xia Zhichan who was watching coldly in the room.
He just clenched the knife in his hand, his eyes as sharp as a knife.
Buzz!
The reverse pattern knife slashed horizontally, not only splitting the corpses coming in front of them into two, but the sword energy flying out also chopped down several corpses behind them.
The corpses cut into pieces by the knife have been piled up in the courtyard. There were originally seven steps in front of the main hall, but now they have been buried by various fragments. They have actually reached the same height as the threshold of the main hall. It can be seen that the corpses There are so many.
Nan Er took a deep breath. He no longer stood in front of the hall. Instead, the man and the sword merged into one, and directly turned into a white light and rushed into the group of corpses.
Holding a white blade in his body, killing people in the world of mortals.
Although there were a large number of corpses, the movements of each corpse were very stiff and slow, so once Nan Er increased his speed, the other party could only scurry around the courtyard like a headless fly.
After leaving the main hall, Nan Er began to take the initiative. With his dexterous movement, he kept shuttling back and forth in the courtyard and the surrounding roofs. The long knife in his hand cut the corpses one after another like wheat. cut down.
Nan Er didn't feel it himself. The long knife in his hand began to be entangled with traces of black energy. Just because it was very slender and covered by the dark night, he did not notice the strange changes on the knife.
Xia Zhichan in the room discovered it. He clearly felt that the evil energy that had been completely sealed on the long knife was beginning to move again, but the amount secretly released was only about the amount of a hair, so he didn't care.
There is no formation in this world that can seal it all the time, so instead of sealing something tightly, it is better to divide it bit by bit and let it weaken bit by bit.
Therefore, facing the release of a small amount of evil energy, Xia Zhichan could only turn a blind eye.
But just as he was about to breathe a sigh of relief, his cheeks suddenly tightened and his brows furrowed into a "Chuan" character.
Nan Er didn't feel anything strange about his invincible long knife, but instead waved the knife in his hand even more excitedly.
When the long knife collided with the corpse, it kept neighing.
Just like a happy child.
boom!
The door of the main hall was suddenly pushed open. All the corpses chasing Nan Er were stunned, and then turned around to look at Xia Zhichan who was standing at the door.
When Nan Er saw him opening the door, the corpses around him also used the Immobilization Technique to stand still and ignore him. He simply leaped forward and arrived in front of Xia Zhichan in three or two steps.
"Phew - if you don't open the door, I'm going to die in the hands of these bastards."
"Um."
Xia Zhichan didn't speak, just stared at Nan Er with bright eyes, and then replied with a simple nasal sound.
Nan Er put the knife into the sheath, then scratched his cheek with some confusion, looked at Xia Zhichan's somewhat confused eyes, and asked with a smile:
"What's wrong? What are you looking at? There are no flowers on my face..."
"Um."
Xia Zhichan nodded.
There is really a flower on Nan Er's face, a pink peach blossom blooming quietly, looming on his face, and trembling slightly as he scratches his face.
"Do not make jokes……"
He just thought it was Xia Zhichan joking, and then walked into the hall with a sigh of relief. He didn't ask Xia Zhichan what he was doing here, nor why he opened the door to him now.
He didn't ask anything because he didn't think it was necessary.
Xia Zhichan naturally behaves the way Xia Zhichan does, because his way of seeing things and his perspective are different from his own, and there is no need to use his own thinking to ask him.
After spending most of my energy, I was exhausted and sweating profusely. Most of my clothes were soaked with sweat, and they were sticky and stuck to my skin, making me very uncomfortable.
My mouth is also dry.
At this time, Xia Zhichan, who was standing at the door, was still deep in thought, and Nan Er's eyes had already begun to search around the room. He had never been to this hall, and he had never seen the furnishings inside.
He glanced around and saw half a bowl of wine on the altar.
"I happen to be thirsty..."
Nan Er thought it was Xia Zhichan who was hiding here and drinking secretly, so he didn't think much about it. He walked over and picked up the pottery bowl and drank the wine in one gulp.
"Don't move around, especially the wine on the table..."
Xia Zhichan said it was too late.
Most of the three pillars of fragrance in the incense burner had been burned, but now they suddenly broke with a snap.
