The old scar didn't know why, until there was a sharp pain in his neck, he suddenly woke up, and the fourth old man on the side turned snow-white, collapsed to the ground, and retreated frantically with his hands and feet, and was frightened. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

The corpse of a person from the Li family who had been gnawed and didn't have half of his face actually stood up, opened his mouth and bit the neck of the old scar with only half of the flesh and blood left!

"Haunted, haunted!"

The fourth child was terrified, and fled back like crazy, before he could escape, a red shadow flashed in an instant, and the fourth child's body flew out upside down as if he had been hit hard, spitting blood from his mouth, his whole body twitched slightly, and in his chest, there was a huge blood hole that directly took his life.

"Sneer......"

The Qingfeng sword carried spiritual power, threw it from Duan Mo's hand, and inserted it on the forehead of the person of the Li family behind the old scar, blood splashed, the body of the person of the Li family slowly fell back, and the old scar fled back like crazy, his face was snow-white, and several pieces of flesh and blood on his neck were bitten off, and he ran towards Duan Mo with a miserable howl: "Young Master Duan, help!" Help me! ”

Duan Mo's dark eyes stared at the back of the old scar, his fists couldn't help but clench, and the Li family members slowly stood up at this moment, dragging their gnawed bodies towards Duan Mo, looking quite hideous, like zombies.

"Back."

The old beggar's voice was calm, but it made Duan Mo's heart tremble fiercely, he turned his head to see that those corpses that were already highly decomposed had also been defrauded, and they got up from the ground one by one, dragging the rotten meat that was constantly shaking towards Duan Mo's side.

The old scar had already run in front of Duan Mo, the bite wound on his neck was bleeding profusely, wailing constantly, rolling to roll around beside Duan Mo and rolling wildly, as if enduring great pain.

"Stay away from him."

The old beggar spoke, Duan Mo decisively retreated several meters, and the old scar wailed frantically, begging: "Young Master Duan, save me!" Save me! ”

Duan Mo squinted, and there were wisps of spiritual power wrapped around his hands, ready to move.

"Ahh

Finally, the old scar screamed extremely violently, his body twitched violently, foaming at the mouth, and then he kept spitting blood, and the flesh and blood in his throat squirmed, and then exploded violently, and his body was in a different place.

Duan Mo didn't have any guilt in his heart, these people burned, killed and looted all kinds of evil on weekdays, which can be regarded as evil retribution.

"What should I do?"

Duan Mo took out another Qingfeng sword from the storage bracelet, leaned against the old beggar, and said in a deep voice.

"Human-level high-level whirlwind technique, desolate hand palm, and ground-level primary-level shadow masterpiece, the general spirit core realm has these three spirit skills enough to fight beyond the level, are you still afraid of these living dead?"

The old beggar sat down with the wine jar in his arms, leaned against the stone behind him, and said lightly.

Duan Mo tugged at the corners of his mouth, and said a little helplessly: "Among these three spiritual skills, I have been thinking about the whirlwind technique for so many years, and the desolate palm has just been able to show a rudimentary form, not to mention the ground-level spiritual skill shadow step, I haven't even touched the edge of that thing." ”

The cultivation of spiritual skills is extremely difficult, and the general spiritual core realm is like that; Old Scar has never even touched the spiritual skill, and the general spirit infant realm may get a human-level intermediate or high-level spiritual skill if you join some cultivation sects or forces, as for the ground-level spiritual decision, it is difficult to obtain non-spiritual power, and it is also difficult to cultivate the essence.

That is to say, the Duan family is rich and wealthy, and has collected countless spiritual skills for Duan Mo to choose and practice.

The old beggar poured a little wine into his palm, sprinkled it around, and then glanced at a leafy tree in the distance on the right, and said lightly: "This is a good opportunity for you to practice spiritual skills, pay attention to that thing." ”

Duan Mo clenched the Qingfeng Sword in his hand, gritted his teeth, and glanced at the big tree, there was a pair of scarlet eyes staring here, indifferent and ruthless, and full of anger and killing: "The bloody case was made by that thing?" ”

"I don't know."

The old beggar shook his head and buried his head in the wine jar, seeing this, Duan Mo took a deep breath, and the spiritual power in his body flowed violently, rushing into the crowd of living dead who had gathered.

The Qingfeng Sword stabbed directly at a man whose body was highly decomposed, and the sharp tip of the sword pierced through like a stabbing tofu, and the man didn't react, just grabbed the Qingfeng Sword and bit it at Duan Mo's arm.

"So crispy?"

Duan Mo raised his eyebrows, and the living dead around him quickly gathered, he suddenly pulled out the Qingfeng Sword, cut off the man's wrist, and then shouted in a low voice: "Whirlwind Technique!" ”

Qing Feng suddenly drew a full circle, and the sword shot out, and the bodies of seven or eight people became two, the strongest of which were those of the Li family, but there was also a blood mark on the chest.

The next moment, more and more living dead people gathered, and they were all extremely powerful, devouring and biting towards Duan Mo, and the scene was extremely terrifying.

Duan Mo jumped out of the encirclement, the long sword was covered with a thin layer of spiritual power, and fought with those living dead who seemed to be alive and dead, the whirlwind technique continued to swing, the lethality was amazing, every time seven or eight people fell, but there were too many of them, especially those of the Li family, they could be called bronze and iron arms, unless they attacked the head, the rest of the body was hard and terrifying.

When the spiritual power was finally exhausted, the dripping spiritual core in Duan Mo's dantian rotated rapidly, and streams of spiritual power flowed out along the meridians, and the spiritual power in the spiritual core disappeared at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"Peng ......"

Duan Mo kicked away the rotting corpse that rushed in front of him, his face was calm, the long sword was inserted at his feet, his palm turned up and down, and then he danced a dazzling gesture, a ball of rich spiritual power poured out, and the dozens of people in front of him had already swayed from side to side with their broken bodies and rushed over.

"Wild palms!"

A yellow spiritual power palm shot out from Duan Mo's hand, and all the corpses that stood in front of him were knocked into the air or burst, and the flesh and blood flew sideways, and finally the gradually weak spiritual power palm exploded in the middle of the corpse group, and the blood rained down, and the minced flesh was all over the sky.

This blow destroyed more than a dozen corpses, the power was terrifying, but the price was also very large, Duan Mo's face turned pale for a while, the spiritual power in the spirit core was almost bottoming out, at most, he could only insist on another palm.

However, there were still nearly a hundred of the living dead, rushing over like a tide without fear of death, they had no consciousness, and they did not have the emotions in fear, and they roared and rushed over one by one to tear Duan Mo apart and gnaw on the fresh flesh and blood.

Without spiritual power, what is the difference between a cultivator and an ordinary person?

Duan Mo gasped and glanced at the old beggar's side, a circle of wine was sprinkled around, as if he had the power to reach the sky, no living dead dared to approach there at all, he didn't want to go to the old beggar to seek refuge, but this thought was extinguished by him as soon as it appeared.

Only at the moment of life and death can there be a great opportunity.

"Fight!"

Duan Mo let out a low roar, holding the long sword and rushing towards the living dead who rushed over, the sword light flickered, blood flew sideways, there was no order to speak of, and he only pursued the fastest speed to kill these living dead in front of him.

After the three whirlwinds, Duan Mo's spiritual power was completely exhausted, and he could only fight with a long sword, those rotten corpses were fine, the corpses of those Li family members were really difficult, and the long sword seemed to be cut on iron.

Finally, Duan Mo was unstable, he was hugged by a member of the Li family, and the rest of the people frantically pounced, opening their mouths and biting, Duan Mo's pupils dilated suddenly, the strength of the old scar spirit core realm was bitten by these people and died so painfully and miserably, he was going to be bitten by these people, and he had to die on the spot?

"Get out!"

Duan Mo roared angrily, and at the moment of death, his body instinctively burst out with powerful power, grabbed the Li family behind him, threw it out, and smashed a piece of people, and then clenched his fist, his eyes were red, and his fist hit the flesh, smashing on the head of the person in front of him, the head burst open, and the flesh and blood splashed Duan Mo's body.

Suddenly, a red shadow swept by like lightning, rushing straight towards Duan Mo, the old beggar sitting on the side had a condensed look, a drop of wine on his fingertips jumping, and the wine seemed to have stars disillusioned, and the mystery was incomparable.

"Not good!"

Duan Mo's heart was filled with a real sense of death, the soles of his feet subconsciously took a step to the left, the light under his feet flowed, the spirit core trembled violently, and the next moment, Duan Mo's body appeared a few meters away, and a red shadow swept by, it seemed to be stagnant for a moment, and then disappeared in the blink of an eye again.

Duan Mo, who had fled from the hands of death, stood in place, covered in cold sweat, the horror in his eyes dissipated, replaced by excitement.

"Shadow Walk!"

Duan Mo was covered in blood, but he was extremely excited, just now in the moment of life and death, he actually performed a shadow step!

Ground-level beginner body magic spirit technique!

The wine from the old beggar's fingertips popped out, shot to the right place, and immediately glanced at Duan Mo, the corners of his mouth seemed to hook up a faint arc, and then continued to pour the inferior wine, and said vaguely: "It's not too bad." ”

"Haha!"

Duan Mo picked up the Qingfeng Sword on the ground, wiped the blood stains on his face, looked at the group of corpses that surrounded him, and grinned, his smile was full of excitement: "Rabbit cubs, come!" ”

A flash of black light shuttled through the corpses at an extremely fast speed, and in the blink of an eye, blood sprayed, and dozens of heads flew up.