Chapter 204: The knife stabs the bloody armored corpse

The bloody corpse was lying on the ground with its belly facing the sky, Zhang Yi stood beside the bloody corpse, holding the black knife with both hands and aiming at the navel of the bloody corpse, and stabbed it decisively without the slightest hesitation.

Seeing this, the blood armor corpse hurriedly stretched out his hands and grabbed the black knife, completely ignoring whether his hands would be cut by the black knife, he directly held the black knife in his hand, and stopped the knife momentum.

Zhang Yi held the hilt of the knife with both hands and used all the strength of his body on the black black knife, but the power of the blood armor corpse was extremely great, no matter how hard Zhang Yi tried the black knife, the black knife didn't move at all, as if it was stuck there.

Zhang Yi pressed it for a while, and found that the black knife was still untouched, Zhang Yi saw this, raised a hand into a palm and slapped it directly on the end of the handle of the black knife, just like smashing a nail with a hammer, and finally the black knife was slapped into it a little.

Seeing that it worked, Zhang Yi continued to raise his hand and clap it regardless of the pain in his palm, and the black knife cut through the palm of the bloody corpse and stabbed down little by little.

When Zhang Yi's hands were red and swollen, the black knife finally stuck into the navel of the bloody corpse, as long as he slapped two or three more, the black knife would pierce into the navel of the bloody corpse.

After Zhang Yi gritted his teeth and took a breath, regardless of the severe pain and redness of his palm, he slapped the handle of the black black knife on the head with one palm, and the blade of the knife entered again, and now the distance between the tip of the black knife and the bloody corpse was only a trace.

"Ahhh!!!hh Hurry up and give me ...... death" Zhang Yi roared angrily and raised his hand to slap it down.

The blood armor corpse grabbed the blade of the knife and saw that the black black knife was only a little distance about to pierce into his navel, and when Zhang Yi slapped the handle of the knife at the moment when his strength relaxed, he held the black black knife with both hands and moved it slightly.

With a "snap", Zhang Yi slapped on the head of the hilt, and the black black knife finally stabbed in, but the place where it was pierced did not pierce the navel because the blood armor corpse moved so slightly just now, but stabbed into the place next to the navel.

Zhang Yi was only slightly surprised, and scolded angrily, "Ni Wang Ma!" Holding the black knife with both hands and pushing it forward, Zhang Yi planned to push the black knife from the side of the navel to the navel.

But the power of the blood armor corpse can't even compare to Wang Fan, who opened the battle Buddha body, and it is difficult for Zhang Yi to push it alone. Before, it was because of the different directions of action of the force, and the sharpness of the Ugin black knife also helped in a certain way, so Zhang Yi was able to stab the knife into it by tricks.

"Ah~~~~" Zhang Yi gritted his teeth and roared, his body bent into a bow shape to use the strength of his whole body.

The blood armor corpse lay on the ground and grabbed the blade with both hands, and when he saw that Zhang Yi was exerting force in a different direction, he suddenly felt a lot more relaxed, and his hands gradually began to fight with Zhang Yi in the opposite direction.

The strength of one corpse and one person is very different, and the black knife of Ugin does not advance but retreats, and is being pushed back little by little. After Zhang Yi felt it, he roared a few times, but it still didn't help, and the black knife still retreated.

Just as Zhang Yi gritted his teeth, a palm reached out from Zhang Yi's side and grabbed the handle of the black black knife, and began to push it hard with Zhang Yi.

Zhang Yi glanced at it and found that the owner of this hand was Qiu Lao, and at this time, Qiu Lao was pulling an arm, although emergency treatment had been carried out on this arm, there was still blood flowing out.

With the addition of Qiu Lao, although he was a sick man and only had one hand, he also helped Zhang Yi share a little pressure, but even so, the two of them still couldn't stop Wu Jinhei's regression, they could only slow down the speed of regression a little.

At this time, a figure with swaying and leisurely footsteps slowly walked over, and after walking in, he directly put his hand on the handle of the black knife of Ugin without saying a word, and began to exert his strength.

This figure is Zifeng Daoist, at this time, Zifeng Daoist's face is not a trace of blood, his lips are pale, and the wrist that bleeds has been wrapped around a few rags, which seem to have been torn from his own body, and there is still a trace of blood on it.

With the addition of Zifeng Daoist, the retreat of the black knife was stopped, and two of the three people who suffered from the retreat and could push the knife were sick and couldn't last long at all. Besides, the one lying down below is the master who can dismantle the tank with his bare hands, although now this person who can dismantle the tank with his bare hands is tortured by Zhang Yi and his party, not to mention how miserable it is.

Even if the current bloody corpse can't dismantle the tank, the private car can still be dismantled......

Zhang Yi, Qiu Lao, and Zifeng Daoist were gritting their teeth and pushing hard, trying to push the black knife into the navel of the bloody corpse.

In this way, the three of them tensed their facial muscles and fought with the bloody armor corpse, but gradually the strength of the three began to run out, and the black knife of Ugin slowly retreated.

"Female horse's! Can you give me my share of death? Zifeng Daoist scolded angrily at the bloody armored corpse on the ground.

At this time, Wang Fan, who was not far away, shook his eyelids, and gradually opened his eyes, and as soon as he opened his eyes, he heard the sound of Zifeng Daoist scolding the street.

After Wang Fan glanced weakly at the place where the sound came from, he saw the bloody corpse lying on the ground, with a black black knife stuck in his stomach, and his hands were clutching the black knife. And Zhang Yi and the three of them were holding the black black knife on the stomach of the bloody armor corpse, competing with the bloody armor corpse.

Although Wang Fan couldn't figure out what they were doing, Wang Fan knew that at this time, as long as he made trouble for the blood armor corpse, he would be right.

Thinking of this, Wang Fan moved his body and tried to get up, but as soon as he moved, there was an extremely severe pain on his body, and this pain made Wang Fan couldn't help but cry out in pain.

Although this cry of pain was very light, it was heard by three people and one corpse.

After Daoist Zifeng turned his head slightly, a hint of joy flashed on his face, and he immediately exclaimed, "Monk Wang, hurry up and come over to help."

After hearing the words of Zifeng Daoist, the blood armor corpse lying on the ground remembered the bald head of the body magic cock that exploded into the sky, and there was a trace of panic in his eyes, and the strength of the hands holding the black knife of Ugin instantly increased, and the sudden huge force made Zhang Yi and the others unstable, and the black knife of Ugin suddenly retreated.

"Female horse, be honest with me!" Zhang Yi gritted his teeth and scolded lightly.

Suddenly, Zhang Yi and the three of them also began to play with the blood armor corpse, and the three of them roared wildly, and all their strength came out to fight the blood armor corpse.

Either you die, or we die! If you can't solve the bloody armor corpse this time, there will be no chance, and the fate of Zhang Yi and the others will definitely be miserable!

After Wang Fan heard the call of Zifeng Daoist, he gritted his teeth and couldn't bear the sharp pain on his body and crawled towards the blood armor corpse, Wang Fan didn't climb a few meters before a trace of cold sweat broke out on his face, it seems that he had fought against the Buddha body regardless of his own body, which caused great damage to his body.