Hai Wushuang was afraid and anxious outside, and grabbed the Ice Spirit Sword in his hand. The Ice Jue sped up, and a chill rose all around him.

Faintly heard the sound of breaking the air in the tomb, and suddenly a figure jumped out of the hole, Hai Wushuang didn't think about it, and subconsciously slashed down with a sword.

When he heard that it was Ma Qingfeng, he hurriedly raised his sword slightly and slashed towards the hole behind Ma Qingfeng, where a black shadow was coming out.

When!

With a sword split, the black shadow was hit by the ice spirit sword qi and paused, but quickly rushed over.

"There is also a tender female baby, which happens to be cheap for the old man, so that the old man will feed the baby after he is happy. A strange cry came from the cave, and the old man and another strange man flew out of the hole.

With the bright moonlight, Hai Wushuang finally saw the two strange people clearly, let out an exclamation, and jumped behind Ma Qingfeng at once, "Zombies, it's the iron-boned zombies of Hell Gate!"

Zombies are the signature weapons of Hell Gate, and it is a thaumaturgy inherited by Hell Gate for thousands of years - corpse control. It is the same level as Ma Qingfeng's soul control technique and the soul control technique of the Valley of the Dead Soul, all of which have been handed down from ancient times.

It's just that what Hell Gate gets is only a remnant, and it can only cultivate iron-bone zombies and copper-skinned zombies, and on top of this, there are silver lin zombies and gold-armored zombies.

"Boom, the little girl still has a little knowledge, and she knows that I am an iron-boned zombie, so I'm afraid. The old man was proud for a while, "Why don't you be my slave girl in the future, I will spare your life, or I will feed you my baby." ”

Ma Qingfeng was furious in his heart, his fingers couldn't stop flicking, and Dao Dao Zhenyuan was spinning in his fingertips.

"Old horseman, instruct zombies to poison creatures and lose their conscience, today the master will send you to the underworld to repent. Ma Qingfeng shook his palms, and Wuding Kaishan palms instantly made several palm shadows.

The old man didn't dodge at all, his nose snorted lightly, and an iron-boned zombie instantly blocked in front of him.

Bang bang bang!

Several palm shadows were solid, and the iron-boned zombie just took a few steps back, shook its head, opened its big mouth, and roared up to the sky, only to see a wisp of moonlight visible to the naked eye being sucked into its mouth.

Then the iron-boned zombie was like nothing, and under the command of the old man, he went straight to Ma Qingfeng and attacked.

Hai Wushuang saw that Ma Qingfeng's palm had no result of the zombie, his heart was in a hurry, and the cold ice trick was overwhelmed to the extreme, and the ice spirit sword was raining heavily in the Vientiane sword technique, and countless snowflakes appeared and shot at the iron-bone zombie.

In this life, the Rainstorm Rush was to use sword qi to imitate the rainstorm-style attack, but under the influence of the Ice Trick and the Ice Spirit Sword, it actually turned into countless snowflakes. Each snowflake is as sharp as a sword.

Whoop!

Countless wounds appeared on the body of the iron-boned zombie, and green blood flowed with a foul odor.

Roar!

The iron-boned zombie was very angry, looked up to the sky and roared, and another ray of moonlight fell, and the iron-bone zombie was sucked into his mouth, and the wound cut by the snowflakes all over his body slowly healed.

Ma Qingfeng and Hai Wushuang had a great time fighting with this iron-boned zombie.

The banging sound was endless, but no matter what, it couldn't kill the zombie.

Whenever a zombie is injured, it sucks in a ray of moonlight and the injury recovers.

The old man sat on the top of the tomb with another zombie and watched the excitement, and from time to time he commanded the iron-bone zombies to attack, looking very leisurely, and he didn't take Ma Qingfeng and Hai Wushuang in his eyes at all.

Ma Qingfeng was very depressed, this iron-boned zombie couldn't be killed at all, whether it was palm power or Hai Wushuang's Ice Spirit Sword, it could only cause some damage to it.

It's these injuries, the iron-boned zombie will be healed after taking a few mouthfuls of moonlight, and it will be alive again immediately.

How can this battle be fought?

Ma Qingfeng's heart spun quickly, and suddenly, a flash of inspiration flashed, remembering that Master Gu Yuanshan once said that the thunderbolt sword technique can restrain all the evils in the world.

And aren't zombies evil?

Cangchang!

Ma Qingfeng turned his hand and pulled out the long sword from behind his back, pointing at the night sky, "Thunderbolt Sword Technique: Heavenly Thunder Descends to the World"!

Bang!

A bolt of lightning pierced the night sky and struck on the long sword held high by Ma Qingfeng, and the electric light traveled all over the body, like a thunder god descending into the world.

"Damn, it's the Sword Sect's Thunderbolt Sword Technique. You're disciples of the Sword Sect! The old man scolded angrily, and in a panic summoned the iron-boned zombie back.

But it was too late.

A sword qi accompanied by electric light swept with Ma Qingfeng, and it instantly entangled the iron-bone zombie.

Zizizizi!

The electric iron-boned zombies emitted black smoke and a disgusting rancid smell.

Rumble!

The iron-boned zombie didn't snort, and it turned into flying ash and splashed everywhere.

"Oh, my darling!" the old man beat his chest and cried, as if he had died of his own father.

Ma Qingfeng threw away the hilt of the sword with a flick of his hand, and as expected, the long sword was once again destroyed by thunder and lightning.

After crying for a long time, the old man stopped his sad voice and said to Ma Qingfeng viciously: "Stinky boy, I have gone through decades and traveled thousands of mountains and rivers to find two corpses suitable for cultivating corpse control techniques, and it took a lot of effort to train into iron-boned zombies. You ruined my life's hope today, and I want you to pay for it with your life. ”

As he spoke, he pointed at Hai Wushuang with his hand, and the remaining iron-boned zombie snorted and ran to Hai Wushuang.

The old man waved the skull bone staff in his hand, and the top beam of Ma Qingfeng was a cane.

Out of thin air, a vicious wind appeared, rushing towards Ma Qingfeng.

"A martial artist of the sixth rank of the prefecture. Ma Qingfeng knew the other party's cultivation from the old man's shot.

Busy running the true yuan, staggering his palms, raising fire to the sky in one style to block.

The old man smiled evilly, and said in his heart, "Boy, you are too big, my skull and bone staff is not made of ordinary bones, and this time it can smash you into a meat patty."

Rumble!

With a burst of energy, several graves around it were bulldozed in an instant, turning into a spacious open field.

"What!" The old man's jaw almost didn't fall, and he saw Ma Qingfeng cross his palms and hold his bone staff steadily.

But the old man was no ordinary person, and instantly pressed one of the organs of the bone staff with his fingers.

Burst!

From the skull mouth of the bone staff, a puff of black smoke erupted, enveloping the horse breeze.

"Stinky boy, if you fall for my zombie poison, you will become an obedient zombie, and I will refine you into an iron-boned zombie, or even a copper-skinned zombie. ......The old man laughed proudly.

After Ma Qingfeng was surrounded by black smoke, he knew that it was not good, so he quickly held his breath and closed the pores of his body. But there was still a trace of black smoke being inhaled into the body.

"Vomit, vomit, vomit......" Ma Qingfeng was dizzy for a while, his internal organs were churning, and he was very nauseous.

What's even more strange is that the body is gradually losing consciousness, constantly stiffening and hardening. Thinking of the ugly appearance of the iron-boned zombie, Ma Qingfeng shuddered.

A trace of fire attribute true yuan flowed out from his fingertips, communicating the fire aura, and with a breath, Ma Qingfeng's body burned. A trace of zombie poison that invaded the body was instantly burned by the flames.

The thick black smoke that surrounded the body was sizzled and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

"My hundred-year-old corpse is poisoned!" the old man screamed again.

A volley of flame palms hit the air, and the old man didn't have time to dodge, so he had to wave the skull bone staff, and his luck was really yuan, and he tried his best to block it.

Burst!

A spark passed through the old man's defenses and landed on the animal skin robe that the old man was wearing, and suddenly it burst into flames.

The old man's eyebrows, beard, and hair all burned in an instant. The old man hurriedly stretched out his hand to slap it, and called for the zombie who was fighting Hai Wushuang to come and help.

The zombie rushed over, obediently stretched out a big fan-like hand, one left and one right, and slapped the old man a few times, successfully extinguishing the fire on the old man's head.

It was like a ball, slapping the flames on the old man's body, and every time he hit the old man as far as he could fly.

Ma Qingfeng and Hai Wushuang who watched it were stunned, ruthless enough, really ruthless enough, they were beaten into pig's heads without saying a word.

Slowly, Ma Qingfeng realized that something was wrong, and this iron-boned zombie took the old man farther and farther away. Suddenly, the old man's figure flashed and fled with the zombie.

The speed is like a fire in the butt. Well, the ass is indeed on fire, flashing and flashing, like a shooting star, and it is beautiful.

Hai Wushuang was just about to chase after him, but was stopped by Ma Qingfeng, "Senior sister, don't chase it." There's a living person in the tomb!"

After the two went in, Ma Qingfeng carried out the person who shouted for help, and it turned out to be a person who was reading.