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Laugh at!

A volley of Thunder Flame Sword Qi hit the giant coffin.

While~

Sparks splashed everywhere, and the giant coffin was made of unknown materials, and the thunder Yan sword qi that melted gold and iron actually failed to penetrate the giant coffin, leaving only a shallow mark on the coffin.

Bang, the giant coffin was shot down by the sword qi, and several of them flipped and stood on the ground.

The coffin door opened, and two figures flew out.

One of them was wearing a red robe, tall, and a figure, nearly three meters high, covered in blood armor, exuding a compelling momentum, it was a blood-armored zombie.

"Be careful, it's a bloody corpse disciple of the Corpse Chasing Sect."

Qiusheng said with a solemn face.

Many people know that the Corpse Chasing Sect has twelve golden corpse disciples and thirty-six silver corpse disciples.

In fact, above the Golden Corpse Disciple and the Silver Corpse Disciple, there are eight Blood Corpse Disciples.

These eight people are Zhao Gou's real personal disciples, how many years Zhao Gou has lived, and how many years these eight people have lived.

Not in human form, of course, but zombies.

Blood corpse disciples, each of them is a flying red zombie, and their natal corpse puppets are all flying corpse zombies at the most.

The eldest brother among the eight people, his natal corpse puppet, and even the flying red zombie.

The blood corpse disciple's eyes showed murderous intent, and the bloody qi around his body surged, flowing down his arm, condensing into a blood-colored long knife.

"Die!"

The blood corpse disciple held a long knife in his hand, his body was vertical, and the space of twenty meters flashed by, and instantly appeared in front of Zhang Long's eyes.

The bloody knife in his hand, with a demonic sound, tore through the space, conjuring up countless knife shadows, and directly took Zhang Long's brain.

Zhang Long's face showed a positive color for the first time.

The dragon slayer is a long soldier, a sharp weapon for killing enemies on the battlefield, and it is far less flexible than a short soldier.

I saw Zhang Long's right hand turn, flip over, put away the dragon slaying halberd, and took out the dragon bird demon knife.

Wind Knife Technique, Slash!

Zhang Long used the Wind Sword Technique, and the Dragon Sparrow Demon Suppression Knife danced into a knife curtain in front of him, blocking the attack of the Blood Corpse disciple.

Dangdang~

The sparks splashed everywhere, the knives collided with the knives, and the burst of energy shattered the branches and leaves of the surrounding trees, and the big trees were swept by the energy, broke off at the waist, and fell to the ground.

The surrounding earth was shot out of the craters by the invisible energy holes, and the stone powder was splashed and the dust was all over the sky.

Here, the two figures are moving around the forest, pestering.

Over there, Qiusheng was also targeted by the natal corpse puppet of the blood corpse disciple.

The blood armor corpse puppet, the runes on the blood armor lit up one by one, the momentum rose, and the blood evil qi flame ignited around the body, and the blood evil qi condensed into substance, forming a blood flame knife.

"Roar~"

The bloody corpse puppet roared, holding the bloody flame knife, and pounced on Qiusheng.

Airplanes~

The golden light of the demon slaying sword bloomed, and with a trembling sound, it automatically came out of its sheath, flew away, wrapped in Taoist golden light, and slashed down towards the head of the blood armor corpse.

Zizizi~

Under the golden light of Taoism, the bloody qi around the corpse of the blood armor was like snow in the sun, and it began to digest.

Thick, pungent white smoke rises.

The eyelids of the bloody armored corpse jumped, and he hurriedly put away his knife and defended himself.

While~

The Demon Slashing Sword slashed fiercely at the Blood Flame Knife.

The Taoist golden light, the bloody qi, the energy of two different attributes poured against each other, and the force generated by the impact explosion directly shook all the tangible matter within a radius of ten meters into powder.

The two of them, the two corpses caught and killed each other, the sword qi was horizontal, the magic sound was whistling, and the momentum was getting louder and louder.

For a time, this side of the world changed color.

Ba County, on the city wall.

Zhao Hook wore a black gold-rimmed rolling dragon robe, standing against the wind, and behind him stood a natal corpse puppet, purple armor flying red and stiff.

Around him were seven figures carrying huge coffins.

These seven people, all dressed in red robes, are calm and concise, just standing, revealing the power of the top masters, proud of the world.

Of course, the strongest and most dazzling one belongs to Zhao Gou.

Looking at the two people and two corpses who were entangled together, Zhao Gou frowned and said: "Is there a mistake in the intelligence, I think these two junior disciples of the Maoshan Sect are nothing more than that!" ”

"Well, master, this, this disciple is also very confused."

A red-robed disciple stood up and said.

The red-robed disciple thought for a while and said, "However, the bronze corpse disciple who sent the information didn't dare to fabricate false information, maybe those two people still had some powerful means, or the hole cards were not used." ”

While~

A sword slashed away the bloody armor corpse, and Qiusheng himself was shocked by the powerful anti-shock force and flew upside down.

Wiping away the blood spilling from the corner of his mouth, Qiu Sheng glanced at the battlefield where Zhang Long was, and scolded: "I'll go, Zhang Long, what are you waiting for, hurry up and release your perverted spiritual power!" ”

"Your sister, don't I want to deduce the strength of the old corpse by testing the ability of this blood corpse disciple."

Zhang Long replied.

"Don't try, the two of us join forces, the blood corpse disciple is not worried, the key is the old corpse and his natal corpse puppet."

A sword slashed vertically, forcing back the bloody armor corpse, Qiusheng tiptoed, holding the demon sword, and fled in the direction of Zhang Long.

The long knife turned and picked away the opponent's blood knife, Zhang Long rushed to the blood corpse disciple, grinned, and said, "I'm sorry, brother, I can't play with you." ”

The words fell, and without waiting for the Blood Corpse Disciple to react, Zhang Long's spiritual power, which had been constricted, suddenly exploded, turning into a large net, enveloping the Blood Corpse Disciple and the Blood Armor Corpse who was chasing Qiu Sheng.

Zhang Long's spiritual power is huge, such a huge spiritual power is gathered and condensed into a large net covering a radius of five meters, and the strength can be imagined.

As soon as the big net was covered, the face of the blood corpse disciple changed greatly.

He felt that countless layers of dense power were surging, restricting his hands and feet, and even the flow of corpse qi and blood in his body.

He opened his mouth to roar, to erupt, to break free from the invisible shackles.

It's a pity that under the suppression of Zhang Long's huge spiritual power, his mouth can't be opened at all, let alone roar angrily.

In the blink of an eye, the Blood Corpse disciple seemed to be given a body, and the whole person stood on the spot like a puppet.

Laugh at~

The dragon bird subdued the demon knife and swallowed the three-foot sword, with the magic sound roaring, slashing and slashing.

The blood corpse disciple roared wildly in his heart, trying his best to urge the corpse qi in his body, but it was a pity that Zhang Long's spiritual power suppressed his body and spirit directly from the inside out.

No matter how much he struggled, it was to no avail, and he could only watch as the bright silver sword light got closer and closer to him, closer and closer.

Poof, purple-red corpse blood splattered.

The Dragon Sparrow Demon Suppression Knife slashed down, and the bright silver blade slashed through the blood, slashing into the body of the Blood Corpse disciple from the top of his head, splitting it in two.

On the other side, Qiusheng didn't miss the opportunity, pinched the sword trick in his hand, and the demon sword flew out of his hand, turning into a golden light, flying towards it, and wrapping around the neck of the blood armor corpse.

A head covered in blood armor flew high, and at the broken neck, corpse blood spurted wildly, like a spring.

It's all slow, but it's actually two breaths.

Zhao Gou and the others who were watching the battle on the city wall, including Zhao Gou, were all stunned, they didn't expect that the blood corpse disciple and his natal corpse puppet would be slaughtered by someone like this easily, with two knives like a chicken.