"Come on, come on!" Mochen waved his hand with an excited expression on his face.

As if sensing Mochen's provocation, two huge rotting corpses roared and rushed towards Mochen.

They were very fast, twice as fast as the previous skeleton monsters, and the sea of blood under their feet was also like walking on the ground, and there was a roar of treading water everywhere they passed, splashing blood-colored waves.

Seeing this, Mo Chen stretched out his hand and pointed at it, and the suspended ink sword next to him cut through the sky and shot at one of them, and at the same time, he himself jumped up and punched the other.

With a snort, the ink sword pierced straight through the chest of the first rotting corpse, but it also disappeared directly because it exceeded the range of ink dust's mental power.

The rotting corpse was poked out of a bowl-sized hole by the ink sword, and although the hole was obvious, it had no effect compared to its size.

And on the way to another carrion corpse, Mo Chen's own internal yuan has already been raised. Between the lightning and flint, a punch that condensed eighty percent of the inner yuan hit the zombie's chest directly.

Hearing a muffled bang, the place where the fist hit suddenly concave a circular area several meters in diameter, and the chest of the second carrion suddenly seemed to be smashed by ink dust.

The damage caused by this punch is so strong that any living creature would definitely lose most of its combat power if it were punched like this. But it's a pity that zombies are not living creatures, so the injury is not painful at all on this kind of dead thing.

For them, unless they are dismembered, an attack like this will have no effect at all.

Sure enough, the rotting corpse just tilted its head and roared at Mo Chen, and then raised his hand and smashed it into his chest.

Seeing this, Mochen immediately gave up the attack, his arms crossed in front of him in a defensive position, and with a bang, Mochen was blasted upside down by the punch of the rotting corpse.

The ink dust flew in the air, and the cold qi in the body exploded at the same time, and the sea of blood froze everywhere it passed, becoming blood ice that could be stepped on.

It wasn't until the impact of flying dozens of meters away completely dissipated that he stabilized his body and landed on the blood ice.

Shaking his slightly numb arms, Mochen made a preliminary judgment of the strength of the monster in front of him.

"These two guys are at least not weaker than ordinary Ning Yuan Realm, even if they are a famous Ning Yuan powerhouse like the Tiandu Dao Chief, they will have a headache. Just as he was thinking about it, Mo Chen stretched out his hand, and the originally dissipated ink sword condensed in his hand, and with a turn of his body, he cut off the rotting corpse and grabbed it towards his palm.

"If you haven't broken through, it may be a little tricky, but for your current self, it's just a little bit of effort. ”

As he spoke, Mo Chen's body was fluctuating, each sword slashed off pieces of rotten flesh, and he was extremely fast, tossing and turning on the carrion corpse like a nimble flying insect, no matter how they roared and struggled, they couldn't touch the corners of Mo Chen's clothes, and could only stand in place in impotent rage.

After a while, Mo Chen quickly slashed the two carrion corpses with the advantage of his speed. It wasn't until the end that Mochen cut off the huge head of the rotting corpse with a sword, which made the two monsters stop their voices and sink straight into the sea of blood.

As the rotting corpse sank, Mo Chen looked at the remaining two pillars of blood, and after a few breaths, the one that was closer to him instantly collapsed and sank.

As the blood column completely disappeared, a huge white corpse that was basically intact appeared in Mo Chen's eyes, and there was no decomposition on the whole body of the white corpse, only the complexion was pale, and occasionally some iron blue puffiness appeared, but that was only a few.

The moment the white corpse appeared, Mo Chen immediately felt a trace of pressure, which was something that the previous monster had never given him.

"It's so heavy. Mo Chen said secretly, the white corpse in front of him faintly exuded a powerful evil aura, and his body was even more intact, much stronger than the two zombies just now.

The white corpse looked at Mo Chen, although his eyes were not rotten, but there was no trace of the whites of his eyes, and the entire eye socket was jet black. The huge white body with the black eyeballs without any variegation made him even more weird.

At the same time as Mochen was observing him, he seemed to be observing Mochen as well, his huge head moved slightly and became crooked, as if he was wondering something, but soon he seemed to give up thinking, let out a meaningless roar from his mouth, and then rushed straight towards Mochen.

"It's a good time!" Mo Chen shouted, and at the same time, his own inner yuan was full, and the ink sword in his hand instantly slashed out three sword qi at the white corpse, and the three slashes of Wusheng slashed again, and the power was even better than just now.

As Mo Chen's shout pierced the sky, three huge sword qi slashed down on the white corpse's chest in an instant, followed by a huge roar, and the white corpse's chest was bleeding like an infusion, and a huge wound was cut diagonally, but unfortunately although the white corpse's wound was very hideous, it was not directly cut off as Mo Chen expected.

"What a hard body!" Mo Chen frowned, he didn't keep his hand with a sword just now, and ten percent of the inner yuan cooperated with the three slashes of lifelessness, but it only hurt the skin and flesh of the white corpse.

Hit hard by this, the white corpse also seemed to be stimulated with ferocity, and rushed in front of Mo Chen in a few steps, and slapped him out with a wave of his hand.

This time, Mo Chen flew out hundreds of meters away, and when he landed, the blood ice solidified under his feet was trampled and broken, obviously unable to withstand this huge impact.

"It's more than twice as strong as the previous two zombies. The cold air gushed from under the ink dust's feet, and in an instant, the cracked blood ice froze again.

"Since that's the case, then do it with all your might!" Mo Chen made up his mind, unwilling to delay, the ink sword in his hand was raised, and Nei Yuan was exhausted, and at the same time shouted in his mouth: "No life and even slash!"

As soon as the words fell, Mo Chen slashed out five swords in an instant.

The lifeless slash is a sword move created by the ink dust fusion cold sword Wusheng, and every slash in the slash is fused with the lifeless sword momentum. Although the power of a single slash is far less than that of Cold Sword Death, there is no upper limit to the number of consecutive slashes, so it can be increased by infinite stacking.

Moreover, this move is only limited by the strength of the person who produces the sword, and at this time, Mo Chen's full strength can cut out up to five swords, and the power of the five swords in one is several times stronger than the previous three swords in one.

Although the cold sword Wusheng that Mo Chen used to use before, although it was strong, its lethality against dead things would be greatly reduced, so in the face of a monster like the white corpse, it was obviously more appropriate to use the Lifeless Combo to deal with it.

As soon as the continuous slashing move was shot, the five sword qi instantly crossed a distance of 100 meters and hit the white corpse's chest continuously.

With a roar, the white corpse's originally hideous wounds expanded again, looking inward through the open chest, and even its internal organs were crushed a lot by the sword qi.

With such a huge trauma, even the white corpse was a little unbearable. After the continuous slash, the huge body of the white corpse was hit by the sword qi and retreated again and again, and the roar in his mouth began to become weak.

"It works. Seeing this, Mochen was overjoyed and immediately pursued after the victory. He jumped to his feet, and the ink sword in his hand swung continuously, adding dozens of wounds to the white corpse in the blink of an eye.