Seeing that his little fireball technique just hit the zombie in front of him, let alone how Kaosin was.

Small, fight with my brother, you're still a little tender!

Seinfeld looked at the zombie in front of him, he seemed to be injured a lot, lying on the ground and about to die, it looked like he was really dying. However, even so, Seinfeld still leaned over cautiously.

Who knows if this guy is playing yin, if he suddenly gives himself a little bit, then he will really have to finish the rhythm.

Sure enough, when Seinfeld was a step or two away from him, the zombie suddenly spewed out a black unknown liquid from its mouth. Fortunately, Seinfeld had an extra heart and immediately flashed over.

He sneered and said, "You, you're still far away!"

After saying that, he rushed over, grabbed the zombie's arm, and twisted it backwards violently. However, Seinfeld also underestimated the zombie in front of him, he forgot that zombies are painless, and they are extremely powerful.

The moment he grabbed its arm, Seinfeld secretly said something was wrong. The zombie had no pain at all, and slowly felt the arm he was crushing on.

A huge force came from the zombie's arm, and Seinfeld was caught off guard and thrown a few meters away by the zombie.

Seinfeld stood up from the ground, the pain in his body made him grin and gasp.

I really didn't expect that this zombie's strength was so great, it seems that he was careless.

"You're such a pig, and you've been training you for so long, and you've spent all that time on dogs. Wan'er said with a mocking face.

"So, am I a pig or a dog?"

"You're not focusing on the right thing, right?"

Seinfeld didn't continue to argue with Wan'er, looking at the zombie in front of him, thinking about what he should do to kill him.

Wan'er said again: "After all, zombies are not monsters or ghosts. It was only formed for some specific reasons, and he was just a lowest-level zombie who had no consciousness of his own and could only test some instincts. Think of your Ling Tian Combat Technique, and destroy him in one fell swoop. ”

Seinfeld secretly thanked him, faced the zombie in front of him, and said with a smile: "I'm sorry, no one can stand in front of me when I use this trick." ”

It was a very compelling sentence, but the zombie in front of him looked at Seinfeld with a confused expression, not understanding what this guy was talking about at all.

Song Feiyu was also embarrassed, he didn't expect that no one would cooperate with him at this time.

Wan'er said, "You're not mentally retarded!"

Seinfeld smacked his lips, embarrassed inside.

Ling Tian's combat technique looked like a broadcast gymnastics, but when Song Feiyu started using it at this time, he suddenly found that this broadcast gymnastics suddenly became imposing, and he seemed to be a god descending from heaven at this moment.

Zombies instinctively feel a crisis and want to escape, but find that no matter which direction they flee from, they can't escape the sight of the immediate and personal humans.

Seinfeld's mental power has been locking on the zombie in front of him, and if this can make the other party escape, it will be the biggest insult to himself.

This is the first form of Ling Tian's combat technique: seal!

Block everything from the enemy, lock the other party in your own space, and no matter how much the other party struggles, you can't escape the palm of your hand.

Immediately, Song Feiyu used the second form of Ling Tian's combat technique: Break!

Seinfeld's body suddenly flashed with golden light, and he looked as if he was a god. The shining golden light shrouded Song Feiyu's surroundings, and Wan'er had explained to him that this was the golden light of Ling Tian's combat technique.

Breaking, not only breaking the enemy's defenses, but also protecting oneself from being broken by the enemy.

As long as the golden light of the body is not extinguished, no one can hurt themselves.

However, the Golden Light of the Protective Body could only withstand the full force of a cultivator who did not exceed three levels of his own.

Now Song Feiyu's strength is a half-step foundation, that is to say, as long as the enemy's strength does not exceed the Jindan period, he can basically be blocked.

And Song Feiyu in his previous life, that is, Ling Tian's combat technique, his strength has reached the sky, and as soon as the golden light of his body is opened, no one can hurt him. If it weren't for that incident, Ling Tian's God of War would definitely be invincible in the world.

Unfortunately, it fell in the end.

Wan'er looked at Song Feiyu, who was shrouded in the golden light of the protective body in front of her, and was full of emotion for a while. A hint of hatred flashed in his eyes!

Seinfeld didn't know this, he just knew that he was feeling very good now. I usually don't feel anything when I cultivate, but when I actually use it, I realize that I still underestimate the spiritual skill that the name is so low that it explodes.

"Hmph, let me show you now, your uncle is still your uncle!" Song Feiyu said in a cold tone as he looked at the zombie.

Feet on the ground of the tower, body like a cannonball, rushed in front of the zombies. The right arm was whipped like a whip on the zombie's body.

"It's called stretching!"

When Wan'er heard this name, she covered her eyes with her paws, indicating that she didn't know the guy in front of her.

is also stretching, obviously it is only the fifth form of Ling Tian's combat technique: throw!

However, don't look at the name, although it is not very good, the power makes Seinfeld still stunned. He only used fifty percent of his strength, but the zombie in front of him was suddenly knocked out and hit the wall.

Moreover, several cracks appeared in the walls.

No, once you've got this place, you have to get out of here. If someone from the hospital finds out and has to pay a fine, it will be embarrassing.

The next moment, Seinfeld appeared in front of the zombie, dragged the zombie out, held it in the air at once, and then smashed it to the ground.

A small fireball condensed in his hand and clenched it into his fist.

The fist wrapped in flames, with a powerful murderous aura, fell on the zombie's head.

Bang!

The zombie's head instantly turned into pieces, and it looked quite miserable!

"Oh, sin, sin!" Seinfeld said in his heart, but there was no trace of remorse on his expression.

Wan'er nodded and praised, "It's very good, but you're still not very skilled in Ling Tian's combat skills." You can win, or because the strength of this zombie is too weak, otherwise, if you change to a stronger one, maybe you will be the one who dies now. ”

Seinfeld didn't think so, it was obviously his own efforts during this time. However, it is true that there are still many mistakes. But it can't be denied that his strength has indeed improved a lot. It's not as useless as she said, anyway, Seinfeld thinks he has performed very well this time.

"I know you don't agree with what I'm saying, but what I'm telling you is that even if you win, you can't take it lightly. Otherwise, the next situation will arise, so please turn around and take a look. ”

Seinfeld suddenly had a bad premonition, and when he turned his head, he saw a grimace, and then stretched out a hand and dragged himself into the mirror.