Lang Zhan's left foot made contact with Stuart's face, and his right foot was raised, and his body was turned to the left. tilted, and at once pressed the weight of the whole body. Bayi Chinese Net ≈≈≥.≤ "You don't seem to have time to hide your head," he said, and with a toe of his left foot, the whole person jumped up half a meter high, and then pushed hard with both hands on the top of the empty abdomen of the stone statue, and then stepped heavily on the door of Stuart's head.

There were a few crisp clicks, and Stuart's head immediately deflated, and white brains flowed out. Lang Zhan still refused to give up, and after stomping a few more times, he adjusted the switch on the suitcase, and fired a shuttle bullet at Stuart's broken head.

In the midst of the gunshots, angry roars of "ahhhhh Lang Zhan confirmed again, confirming that it was impossible for Stuart to borrow the corpse to resurrect his soul, and turned to look, his lips immediately pursed, and the expression on his face became resolute.

The zombies had already stepped on the bridge made of black vines, and these zombies were closer, and Lang Zhan could clearly feel that they were different from the zombies he had seen before. When these zombies were still human, they originally became skinny and bone-like, and now, they have become dried corpses, they seem to be clustered together, but they are well founded, as if someone is in the middle of the dispatch. Lang Zhan was aware of this, and his gaze fell on the "lighthouse" that the Holy Grail had transformed into, and the muzzle of the gun in the suitcase immediately shone over. "Aggressive-" A crisp gunshot rang out, however, in the sparks splashing around, the "lighthouse" was unharmed, Lang Zhan couldn't help but gasp, knowing that he was in big trouble.

The zombies weren't moving fast, but the ones in front of them were already approaching the stone statues. Lang Zhan looked around and decided to try it first to see how he could kill these zombies. He used the gun first, but it turned out that these zombies seemed to be made of iron and stone, and the bullet hit them, and unless they could hit the eyeballs, they could not even break their skin. "Hell yes!" Lang Zhan muttered to himself, knowing that the problem was serious. The bombs are gone, and the bullets can't kill the zombies, so they can only fight in close quarters. However, even if he could use his skills to incapacitate these zombies, he would now have to deal with hundreds of zombies. With so many zombies, unless he has an inexhaustible amount of strength, it will be an impossible task at all. "Bullets don't work, and certainly not—" He thought to himself, and naturally, his gaze fell on Stuart's right arm.

A blade grew out of Stuart's right arm from the severed wrist, and Stuart muttered to himself what the sword of Damoscles was. The Sword of Damoske is a legendary blade, regardless of whether it actually appeared on Earth or not. Is it really as magical as the legend suggests? Lang Zhan's heart instantly turned a hundred thoughts, and because he had no choice at all, he immediately squatted down, first used a scimitar to peel off the skin of Stuart's right arm broken wrist, and after the current sword of Damocles came from the humerus of his right arm, Lang Zhan immediately inserted the scimitar into the elbow joint of Stuart's right arm, and took off the sword of Damocles with a single pick.

The sword of Damocles was heavy in his hand, which made Lang Zhan wonder a little, how did Stuart's right arm humerus have a limited weight, how did it grow such a heavy sword of Damocles?

Lang Zhan picked up the sword of Damocles, and the zombies screamed "ahhhhh

The reaction of the zombies made Lang Zhan's heart move, and he immediately took the nearest zombie to cut it, and then was pleasantly surprised, just with a light knife, he actually cut off the zombie's right hand shoulder-to-shoulder.

"There are all kinds of poisons in the world, and there must be an antidote within five steps-" Lang Zhan's head flashed with this sentence, his eyes lit up, and his heart said, is this a universal law?

Lang Zhan obtained the sword of Damocles, and it was much easier to deal with the zombies, it may be too exaggerated to chop melons and vegetables, but as long as the zombies were chopped by him with the sword of Damocles, the body that could not be pierced by the bullet broke the defense instantly.

Slashing, sweeping, and diagonal slicing, the sword of Damocles is sharp everywhere, and the zombies are headshot, their hands are broken, and their skin is broken. A few minutes later, as Lang Zhan became familiar with the weight and sharpness of the sword of Damocles, it was natural for him to use wolf-shaped qigong.

As soon as the wolf-shaped qigong moved, the sword of Damocles became a little lighter, and Lang Zhan became more handy at using it.

An hour later, when Lang Zhan was not tired, but the killing intent was boiling, the sword of Damocles was wide open, and the zombies were like scarecrows, one after another, a terrible scream sounded, the fluorescence around the cave wall dimmed, and the "lighthouse" that the Holy Grail turned into slowly lit up. At the same time, the bridge originally built by black vines also slowly disappeared, and the remains of nearly a thousand zombies that were slashed and killed by Lang Zhan, including the remaining one or two hundred zombies, all fell into the lake and disappeared after a number of bubbles.

The Holy Grail changed again, Lang Zhan was fearless, staring at the "lighthouse", the sword of Damocles danced a sword flower in front of his chest, and said loudly: "I don't know what you are, but no matter what you are, the master is confident that he will dismantle you in eight pieces!" ”

Lang Zhan said this is actually talking to himself, and it is purely a natural outfit to fight to the big hIgh state. Force. What he didn't expect was that before he finished speaking, a voice like metal friction suddenly sounded under his feet: "Gabriel, how about we make a deal?" ”

Lang Zhan is still standing in the stone statue with an empty belly. During the battle, he actually had the opportunity and ability to rush to the bridge built by the black vines, but whenever he raised his feet and was about to step on them, his heart was alert, and he immediately retracted his feet. At Lang Zhan's feet at this time, in addition to Stuart, a dead ghost who couldn't die anymore, there were also some zombie stumps and broken arms. Stuart's head was shattered, his brain was dripping all over the ground, and of course it was impossible to speak. He couldn't speak, could it be the stumps of those zombies? Or is there a person hidden under the statue? Rao Shilang Zhan was determined, and he was still startled by this sudden voice.

Lang Zhan looked down, his eyes fell on Stuart's mouth, which could only see a rough outline, and frowned.

The sound does come from this mouth, but without the vocal cords, it can't breathe, how does it make a sound? This is counterintuitive.

The metallic grinding voice sounded again: "Don't look, Stuart is indeed dead, but with my ability, it is still possible to keep his mouth functioning to speak." Let's make a deal, if my guess is right, you should be the Inkook people in the mouth of A-ri and Park Han-young, right? ”

Lang Zhan looked up at the "lighthouse".

The metal-like voice sounded again, this time in the Chinese dialect: "You are very smart, it is me." It doesn't matter who I am, what matters is what I can give you, right? ”

Lang Zhan looked at the "lighthouse" expressionlessly.

"How about the Sword of Damocles? I can tell you that this is just the lowest weapon in our world. If you're willing to trade, I can leave the manufacturing process to you. ”

Lang Zhan thought for a while and asked, "What do I need to give?" ”

"Be my spokesperson. You already know some things about me from Aje and Park Han-young, and I might as well tell you that I come from the distant sign of Sagittarius. We're there, and everybody is immortal—"

Lang Zhan shook his head, and then sneered: "Don't waste your time, I'm not Yalie and Park Hanying, I won't be fooled." ”

"Fooled? Why be fooled? As my spokesman, I will give you the most powerful weapon and make you the master of this world. ”

Lang Zhan looked at the sword of Damocles in his hand, as if saying to himself: "Can it kill you?" ”

"You're not interested in the king? How about I give you an immortal body? In your world, this should be the ultimate temptation, right? ”

Lang Zhan looked up at the "lighthouse", for some reason, he suddenly felt a faint mockery from the lighthouse image, he didn't talk nonsense, walked to the edge of the stone statue's abdomen, jumped up and threw himself at the "lighthouse" with his feet, and shouted in his mouth: "Are you delaying time?!" ”

"Guy, do you see that? I didn't expect you to see it, but it's too late! There was a loud noise in the lake with a metallic grinding sound, and then the "lighthouse" rose out of the water, and a huge head was exposed under the lighthouse.

Lang Zhan saw that the appearance of the head was similar to the stone statue behind him, and the head had already protruded from the water, three or four meters high, revealing a huge body and six arms as thick as his waist. Seeing the six arms, Lang Zhan subconsciously blurted out and scolded: "Nima! His eyes shrank. Six arms, this is a characteristic of the Oriental mythological character Nezha, but he didn't expect to see it here. Before Lang Zhan "Nima" could speak, six palms the size of the boss's table had already grabbed him.

Lang Zhan's body was completely unavoidable in the air, and with a loud shout, the sword of Damocles danced and slashed at a palm directly in front of him.

With a "poof", the palm of the hand was immediately cut open like tofu, and a yellow-brown liquid splashed out of it. Lang Zhan had time to observe, and it had already appeared, this palm was actually spliced by two zombies, and when he went down with this sword, it was actually the head of a zombie that was chopped. However, Stuart's brain was still white, and the zombie's brain had turned into a thick, yellow-brown liquid.

Since the sword of Damocles worked, Lang Zhan added three points of courage, and with the help of the reaction force from the sword of Damocles in mid-air, he turned around, took advantage of the situation to pull out the sword of Damocles, and then held the sword with both hands, and poked directly into the other palm.

"Gabriel, you still have a choice, and when I catch you, it'll be too late!" The sound of metallic grinding sounded again.

"Silly X!" Lang Zhan scolded, and then with the help of the reaction force of the sword of Damocles, he volleyed over his head, and cut off all five fingers of one palm at once.

"Bastard!" The sound of metallic friction actually cursed, scolding, and the six arms were retracted and waved out in unison.