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At present, Zhang Long is already a top master, with the dragon killing spear in his hand and the bonus brought by the demon dragon rune armor on his body, the comprehensive combat power can no longer be described as a top master.

According to the strength of the system plane level, Zhang Long's actual combat power has reached the peak of the middle martial plane.

With only one step away, he can shatter the void and go to the high martial plane.

Of course, it is said that it is one step short, but the difficulty of this step is also rare, even if there is system assistance, without three or five years, Zhang Long does not want to take this step.

And the silver armor corpse wearing Taoist talisman armor is also the strength of the top master, not even the top master, under Zhang Long's full force, it will naturally hit the street.

The natal corpse puppet was killed, and the silver corpse disciple felt it for the first time.

"No!"

Looking at the silver armored corpse whose head was pierced by the dragon killing spear and nailed to the ground, the silver corpse disciple roared in disbelief.

"Wow~"

The silver corpse disciple violently spat out a mouthful of old blood, and then the blood continued to overflow like a mountain spring without money, eyes, ears, nose...... Blood flowed out of all seven orifices.

Obviously, this is a reaction that only has to be countered.

Uncle Nine did not miss the opportunity, taking advantage of the moment when the silver corpse disciple was counterattacked and his reaction dropped sharply, the long sword in his hand slashed, swinging away the steel whip of the silver corpse disciple, and then, the long sword turned around, slashed obliquely, and cleanly cut off the head of the silver corpse disciple.

The screams of the silver corpse disciples alarmed the rest of the iron corpse and bronze corpse disciples in the field.

"Stick your hands, don't fall in love, retreat, enter the city!"

Looking at the head of the silver corpse disciple thrown high, and the silver armored corpse lying motionless on the ground, a bronze corpse disciple felt a pang in his heart and decisively gave the order to retreat.

Shout~

The bronze corpse disciple's figure flashed, beckoning his natal corpse puppet, and retracted into the giant coffin.

With a hand raised, the coffin lid that was not far away flew up and closed.

Immediately after, a boom was heard.

Rubble splattered, dust flew, and the coffin flew up into the sky and headed towards the city.

The rest of the iron corpses and bronze corpse disciples were not slow, and they retreated into the giant coffin one by one, driving the giant coffin into the sky and sweeping towards the city.

"Where to escape, give me down!"

Zhang Long roared, and a huge spiritual power radiated out, turning into hundreds of huge spiritual chains, locking those giant coffins and pulling them back.

Boom Boom!

One after another, the coffins fell, smashing large pits into the ground.

Zhang Long kicked his feet, and the whole person bounced up.

In mid-air, Zhang Long attracted the divine power within the Thunder God Godhead.

Rumble!

A burst of thunder flame erupted from Zhang Long's body, enveloping it.

Crackling, in the space within a radius of ten meters around Zhang Long, electric currents were swaying, and thunder snakes were dancing wildly.

To outsiders, it was like a cannonball shining with silver flames, drawing a graceful parabola in the air and smashing into a huge coffin.

Rumble~

Under the huge impact and the bombardment of the bursting thunder flame, the giant coffin was directly shattered, and the bronze corpse disciples inside were directly crippled and fell to the ground and vomited blood.

The bronze armored corpse was also dizzy from the impact, lying on the ground, unable to get up for a long time.

Click!

The sound of bone cracking sounded.

The head of the bronze corpse disciple was directly kicked off by Zhang Long, and the kick flew out.

Shout!

Zhang Long flicked his right hand, and the dragon-killing spear around Lei Yan shot out.

Poof, the tip of the gun pierced through the brain, nailing the bronze armored corpse that got up and wanted to flee for his life to the ground.

"Kill!"

Zhang Long shook his hand, and the dragon killing spear automatically flew back upside down.

With the spear in hand, Zhang Long kicked his right foot, jumped up, and rushed towards a nearby giant coffin with unparalleled might.

Poof!

In front of the dragon-killing spear, the hard giant coffin was like tofu, easily pierced.

The tip of Lei Yan's spear pierced down, killing the bronze corpse disciples and the bronze armored corpse inside.

Wakaka Mochizuki and the others were not idle.

Wakaka Mochizuki's small hand lifted and landed on the rotating mechanism of the breastplate.

As Wakaka Mochizuki toggles the mechanism, the nail piece begins to flip and turn.

Red, Yellow, Blue......

One by one, the armor pieces engraved with runes of different colors began to flip until the silver runes appeared.

Thunder Armor appears, and the costume change is complete!

Ming Yugong operates, and true qi flows in the meridians.

With the flow of true qi, the silver runes on the thunder armor became brighter and brighter, crackling, thunder flashed, and electric sparks splashed everywhere.

Raymang is getting bigger and bigger.

Suddenly, with a bang.

Around Mochizuki Ruoxiang's body, a high-flying thunder flame rose, and the thunder flame spread, enveloping Mochizuki Ruoxiang's petite body, along with the Muramasa demon knife in his hand.

Mu Wanqing, Xia Mengmeng, and Hu Meiniang also changed their clothes almost at the same time.

Zhang Long, who sensed the power of thunder in the air, flexed the middle finger of his right hand and flicked it three times in a row.

Woo Woo Woo ~ Three arm-thick Lei Yan chains rose from Zhang Long's body, and under the traction of his spiritual power, they flew down on Xia Mengmeng's four people.

Bang!

The two thunder flames instantly fused together.

Zizizizi!

Lei Yan beats, and the Lei Yan on Xia Mengmeng's four people instantly swelled and rose by nearly half a zhang.

"Kill!"

"Kill!"

……

Feeling the increase in strength, Mochizuki Ruoxiang, Xia Mengmeng, and the three of them roared angrily, each chose a target and rushed forward.

The stone powder splashed, and the village demon knife cut the giant coffin like a tofu, and then castrated unabated, directly beheading the bronze corpse disciples inside.

Slashed the iron corpse disciple with one sword, the Muramasa demon knife jumped in the hand of Mochizuki Wakaka, turned instantly, and slashed towards the bronze armored corpse on the side.

In the Corpse Chasing Sect, the number of elite disciples is scarce, and it is not easy to cultivate.

In order to improve the survival rate of elite disciples on the battlefield, the Founding Patriarch researched a secret method.

Through the secret method, elite disciples can store a trace of their true spirit on the natal corpse puppet.

In battle, if the body dies, the true spirit will automatically occupy the body of the corpse golem.

Once they have successfully escaped from the Ascension and found a suitable body, with a touch of true spirit stored in the natal corpse puppet, the elite disciples can use the secret method to rebirth.

With this hope of life, the corpse puppet under the control of the Bronze Corpse Disciple True Spirit made a final struggle.

"Whew~"

In the roar of the corpse, the runes around the bronze armored corpse flickered.

One by one, the bronze armor was lit up, bursting with brilliant yellow light.

As soon as these yellow rays appeared, they materialized, creating a layer of brass-colored light half a meter thick on top of the copper armor.

It was this layer of light that blocked the slash of the Muramasa Demon Knife.

Mochizuki Ruoxiang's eyebrows frowned slightly, her delicate little face was murderous, her eyes were cold, and the frequency of attacks doubled.

The shadow of the knife was heavy, and the Lei Yan attached to the knife body and the brass light mask on the bronze armored corpse constantly collided, counteracting each other.

In the collision, the energy storm that escaped crushed all tangible matter within a radius of ten meters into powder.

"Whew~"

Hundreds of slashes, in the unwilling corpse howl of the bronze corpse disciples, the Muramasa Demon Knife successfully broke through the brass light shield and cut the copper armor.

Poof, purple-black corpse blood splattered, and a hideous head flew high.

Mochizuki Wakakahiro flashed sideways, avoiding the splatters of corpse blood, and slashed at another bronze corpse disciple with a knife.

The sword of the poet king slashed diagonally again, and the three-foot Haoran sword slashed towards the black stiff neck.

The silver light of the thunder armor flashed, the speed of Mochizuki Ruoxiang increased sharply, and the figure was like electricity, and instantly appeared in front of the bronze corpse disciple, and the Muramasa demon knife slashed upward, directly cutting the bronze corpse disciple in half.

"Mei Niang, don't follow me, I can do it myself."

Killing an iron corpse disciple with a sword, Xia Mengmeng turned his head, looked at Hu Meiniang who was following him, and scolded angrily.

"Big ......"

As soon as Hu Meiniang was about to speak, she heard Zhang Long's transmission.

"Mei Niang, you don't have to follow so closely, just keep an eye around her."

"Yes, master."

Hu Meiniang replied, then looked at Xia Mengmeng, and said, "Then, big lady, be careful yourself." ”

After finishing speaking, his figure flashed, and he held a whip and killed the nearest disciple of the Corpse Chasing Sect.

"Hmph, count you as acquaintances."

Looking at the back of Hu Meiniang leaving, Xia Mengmeng muttered in a low voice, the long sword shook, and the corpse blood stained on the sword was thrown dry, and the big eyes looked around the battlefield, and saw a bronze corpse disciple, and after a little hesitation, he rushed over and killed him.

As soon as the bronze corpse disciple and his natal corpse puppet retracted back into the giant coffin, and were about to slip away, they felt a shock from the giant coffin, and a huge force came, kicking him to the ground with the coffin.

"! I'm fighting with you! ”

The bronze corpse disciple who gnawed a mouthful of mud roared angrily, slapped his right hand to the ground, his body bounced, hit the giant coffin on his body, pulled out the long knife on his waist, and killed Xia Mengmeng with the natal corpse puppet.

Roar!

The bronze armored corpse roared, the copper armor around him lit up one by one, the brass light mask opened, and it flew like a cannonball, and a punch slammed into Xia Mengmeng.

The bronze corpse's fists were covered with a pair of runic fists full of sharp spikes, which would be absolutely difficult to survive if they were hit by a punch.

Xia Mengmeng's heart froze, and she hurriedly took a slight step and flashed out sideways.

However, as soon as he stood still, an extremely cold aura shrouded the air!

The hairs on the back of Xia Mengmeng's neck stood up one by one, and she felt as if she had fallen into a glacier, her blood coagulated, and her body stiffened.

The breath of death shrouded me.

Xia Mengmeng didn't have the heart to think about it, she bit the tip of her tongue violently, and urged Ming Yugong with all her strength, and the true qi turned around the limbs and hundreds of bones, pushing the qi and blood, and the stiff body recovered.

The moment the body regained its mobility, Xia Mengmeng urged Ming Yugong with all her might, and a large amount of true qi poured into Lei Jia.

The bright thunder bloomed, and Xia Mengmeng's speed increased sharply, turning into silver electricity, and shooting away in the distance.

Almost at the same time, there was a bang, and the rubble splattered.

Although Xia Mengmeng reacted in time, she was still a beat slower, and was slashed in the shoulder by the long knife of the bronze corpse disciple.

A hundred meters away, Xia Mengmeng stumbled and stood firm.

"Wow~"

Xia Mengmeng opened her mouth, spat blood, and suffered a lot of internal injuries.

"Die!"

The sword wind tore through the air, and the bronze corpse disciple did not miss the opportunity, and chased after him with a knife.

Looking at the ever-enlarging cold tip in front of him, as well as the faint corpse qi coming from behind, Xia Mengmeng felt the threat of death for the first time.

I still don't have enough combat experience!

Xia Mengmeng sighed in her heart, feeling that she was too big and too much to take for granted.