Then it turned into a purple streamer and flew into the distance, the zombie king roared angrily, followed by the purple wing, although the purple wing flew fast, where was the zombie king fast. Seeing the zombie king getting closer and closer, Ziyi slammed down, gliding almost against the ground for a distance, and returned to mid-air again, at this time Ziyi had already driven some distance from the zombie king, and glanced back slightly from the corner of his eye, looking at the increasingly faint bloody clothes on the zombie king, the corners of his mouth rose slightly: "It's now!"

Thunder Gun!

I saw a flash of purple wings, and the two purple "thunder spears" instantly condensed, shooting towards the eyes of the zombie king respectively, and when they were about to hit, they suddenly turned into a ball of lightning and flashed, and then disappeared without a trace, as if destroyed by a layer of invisible energy.

"This thing seems to be quite hard, and it is so badly injured after being so badly injured. Ziyi wiped the cold sweat on his forehead, and his head was quickly thinking of a way to deal with it, but he couldn't think of anything, hit it? Forget it, neither of them can beat one of them, and the skin is still hard, and he can't run? Let's not talk about its defense, just look at the long and pointed nails, I can't stand it if I get a pit, and if I can't do it, I will have to be poisoned.

"The Zombie King is a necromancy, so injuries that don't usually touch the vital point are not considered injuries at all. At this time, Yeyue couldn't help but remind.

Purple Wing stumbled and almost fell to the ground.

"So what are we doing now? ”

"I don't know. ”

"It must be hurt, look at the wound on its chest. Purple Wing clapped his hands comfortingly, in fact, as Purple Wing said, the zombie king was indeed seriously injured, although he won the battle with the previous ghoul king, but he also suffered an injury in his eyes, at this time an ant actually dangled in front of him, the king is the king after all, how can he tolerate such a weak ant in his eyes, and then, this ant and big supplement actually ran so fast.

Although it is the deceased, but as the king of the dead, the zombie king not only has the strength of strong tooth loss, but also has some IQ, although there is no memory of life, but he knows some simple truths, when the zombie king is ready to give up, the purple wing finds the right time, twists his whole body in an instant, turns around directly, and then the reverse force of the purple wings behind him, pounces on the zombie king with a sword.

"Die!" Purple Wing roared angrily and stabbed the bloody clothes on the surface of the zombie king's body, increasing his strength.

Click.

The bloody clothes cracked a small gap, and Purple Wing was overjoyed when he saw this, but the Zombie King didn't give Purple Wing almost, and threw Purple Wing away almost at the same time, and then turned his head to prepare to flee.

Purple Wing sneered: "Want to run?" Gently sliding the Sword of Judgment on the back of his hand... Zombies love blood, especially fresh blood, because it allows them to evolve better, not only in strength, but also in sanity. Purple Wing proudly raised his hand high.

The zombie king didn't stop, the expected pain didn't, and Ziyi looked at the back of his hand without even a trace speechlessly: "Night Moon, what's going on." ”

Yeyue's weak and firm voice came from my ears: "Tsubasa's injury is my dereliction of duty, let alone hurting my master myself, I can't do such a thing!"

"Okay. "Purple Wing is now called a moved, and then ····· took out the chair given by the master from the space ring, sighed and smiled bitterly: "I didn't expect it to be used for this, Yeyue is too ······"

"It's not ·····"

Listening to the whining of the night moon in his ears, Purple Wing shuttled and appeared directly in front of the Zombie King, smashing the chair into the Zombie King's head without hesitation, and at the same time biting his fingers while the sawdust was scattering, forcing out a drop of essence blood and smearing it on the sword of the Sword of Judgment

Using essence blood as an introduction, Ziyi felt that the blood on his body was losing rapidly, his body was weak, and he almost fell to the ground, he forced himself to stand up straight, looked at the Sword of Judgment wrapped in a layer of blood in his hand, and nodded with satisfaction

"Bloodkill!"