Staring at the other party's bloody mouth constantly approaching him, Feng Huang's face was full of horror, and the appearance of the disciple of his sect dying tragically to save himself immediately appeared in his mind.

Can't die.

Absolutely not to die.

Certain...... You must kill all these beasts.

The panicked expression disappeared in an instant, Feng Huangqiao's face was filled with a strong killing intent, and his right hand couldn't be moved, but this girl had a short sword in her hand, and just now the disciples of this sect were able to pierce "his" body, which means that it is definitely not invulnerable, but just stabbed to death. That girl will cut off your hand first, Feng Huang let out a low shout, his right hand turned suddenly, and the short sword in his hand threw out a sword flower and slashed down towards the arm of the "Netherworld Sect disciple" from the bottom up.

This sword, Feng Huang used almost all her strength, her cultivation was not low, and this sword was full of powerful sword energy.

"Bang"

With a loud bang, the arm of the "Netherworld Sect Disciple" was cut off from his elbow.

The arm of the "Netherworld Sect Disciple" was cut off, and suddenly, Feng Huang's right hand was free, and his body was downward; Dodging the bloody mouth bitten off by the other party, his body jumped up suddenly, and he clenched his short sword and slashed at the neck of the "Netherworld Sect Disciple".

This sword, from top to bottom, is magnificent.

With a sword split, the head of the "Netherworld Sect Disciple" was directly cut off, and the head rolled on the ground for several meters; Strangely, there was not a single drop of blood.

Looking at the dying fight before killing the other party, Feng Huang still had palpitations, constantly panting, and his nervous mood could not be calmed down for a long time; After a while, it barely stabilized; Looking back at everyone, I saw that Zhou Chen's hand was up and down, and he was fighting heartily with a "Netherworld Sect disciple", the dagger in Zhou Chen's hand kept cutting through the other party's body, and the "Netherworld Sect disciple" already had dozens of wounds on his body, some of which were very deep, even the bones were exposed, and even the intestines fell out, but he was not dead.

"Zhou Chen, cut off his head." Feng Huang reminded loudly: "If you cut off your head, they will be completely dead." ”

Hearing Feng Huang's shout, several people looked at her one after another, and were stared at by everyone, a wry smile appeared on Feng Huang's face, but it was perceivable that everyone's eyes were wrong, and they seemed to show deep worry.

"Feng Huang, watch out for the back." Gripping the dagger tightly and slashing at the "Netherworld Sect Disciple", Zhou Chen quickly took two steps back and reminded loudly.

Sensing that something was wrong, and hearing Zhou Chen's reminder, Feng Huang felt that there must be danger behind him, so without saying a word, he ran wildly, and ran several steps before turning around, and his whole face was stunned. The "Netherworld Sect disciple" who had his head cut off by himself actually ...... Not dead yet.

Oh, my God!

What the hell is going on?

Do you think you are a torturer?

You can still live without a head.

How the fuck are you going to fight?

Feng Huang's heart is completely bottomless, and now he is not only facing a soulless walking corpse, but also an immortal who can still live even with his head cut off, and no one can win this battle?

Zhou Chen, who was fighting fiercely with the "Netherworld Sect Disciples", had a solemn face, he never thought that this thing would be so powerful, he had already slashed dozens of knives, and he could see the other party's intestines drooping down, disgusting to death, but they didn't die, how could they be killed?

It's not a way to go on like this, and before they can be killed, they are probably tired.

Suddenly, the palm thunder taught by Wu Chengtian appeared in Zhou Chen's mind.

Right.

Palm Thunder.

Palm thunder is a medium that condenses the thunder in the air, attacking with thunder power, directly blasting this group of dead things into slag, and I don't believe that they can still live. As soon as his heart moved, Zhou Chen immediately put the dagger on his waist, quickly ran the palm thunder, and immediately conjured a thunderbolt ball in his mouth, staring at the rushing "Netherworld Sect disciple", Zhou Chen let out a low cry, and his palm suddenly pushed out.

The palm thunder slammed towards the head of the "Netherworld Sect disciple".

"Bang"

With a loud bang, the palm thunder hit the opponent's head, and I saw that the entire head of the "Netherworld Sect disciple" was smashed, but there was no blood in the head, it was all cyan liquid, splashed all over the ground. In order to prevent the other party from "coming back to life" like the "Netherworld Sect disciple" who Feng Huang fought against just now, Zhou Chen quickly pulled out the dagger from his waist and rushed towards the "Netherworld Sect disciple" whose head was shattered, holding the dagger tightly and slashing at the opponent's hands and feet.

This dagger is a magic weapon that Qi Shoutian has refined, it is extremely sharp, and Zhou Chen used all his strength, at this time, the "Netherworld Sect disciple" was hit by the thunder in his palm, and before he could react, he couldn't dodge it at all.

Go with a knife.

directly cut off the opponent's entire arm.

An arm.

Two arms.

One leg.

Two legs.

Suddenly, the "Netherworld Sect Disciple" was completely cut into a human stick and fell to the ground, unable to move; What surprised Zhou Chen was that he was not dead without a head and limbs, and his body seemed to be still squirming.

Oh, my God!

What the hell is this monster.

You can't die like this.

However, even if he didn't die, at least he was guaranteed to be harmless, and there was no need to worry about him suddenly making a move, Zhou Chen turned around with confidence and reminded everyone: "Cut off their limbs and heads." ”

In the face of the enemy who "can't be killed", everyone is extremely difficult to deal with, and the other party can't die with a knife. But if you are caught, I am afraid that there is only one way to die. Therefore, in a fight, it is necessary not only to attack the enemy, but also to prevent being hit by the enemy, so it is natural to be tied up and unable to exert its true strength. Zhang Ziling's cultivation is not weak, coupled with Miao Jiang's identity as a Gu cultivator, he invaded with Gu poison, but he didn't expect that these "unbeatable" guys were not even afraid of Gu poison, I don't know what kind of tempering they have experienced in their bodies, after the Gu poison entered the body, they did gnaw at the internal organs in "them", but they died inside.

It's a battle with no chance of winning!

Hearing Zhou Chen's reminder, everyone glanced at it and saw that only the corpse with its torso still squirming behind Zhou Chen was left, and their hearts were disgusted; But at this time, I can't care about the disgust, kill the enemy first, Zhang Ziling held the paper fan, opened the paper fan neatly, immediately ran the internal strength, concentrated the internal strength on the fan, and took a sudden step towards the opponent, and the fan crossed the opponent's neck.

The paper fan slashed, only to hear a "poof", and the man's head was directly cut off.

Knowing that this thing could still live after its head was cut off, Zhang Ziling didn't dare to slack off, stretched out his palm, slapped at the other party, and quickly retreated back with the reaction force; But as soon as his feet hit the ground, he saw that the corpse that had lost his head had rushed wildly, Zhang Ziling's body flashed, hid on the right side of the corpse, flicked the paper fan, and the fan slashed towards the man's arm.

"Poof"

The paper fan slashed, and the opponent's arm was immediately cut off by Qi Gen.

Cutting off his arm, Zhang Ziling immediately rolled to the ground, threw the paper fan away, and slashed towards the man's right thigh.

"Poof"

There was another sound, but the paper fan didn't cut off the opponent's right leg, only to see the headless corpse raise its foot and kick towards Zhang Ziling. At this time, Zhang Ziling just struck out, even if he noticed that the other party raised his foot to lift it, he didn't have time to resist.

"Bang"

kicked Zhang Ziling in the chest, and directly kicked Zhang Ziling more than three meters away, causing Zhang Ziling's blood to surge, and a mouthful of blood spurted out.

I didn't expect these things to be so powerful.

At this moment, I saw the headless corpse with a broken arm striding towards Zhang Ziling, running in front of Zhang Ziling, raising his foot and stepping down on Zhang Ziling's head.