The gray light on the body of the undead corpse was so strong that it was almost dazzling, and it wanted to shatter the round head that was holding him.

The old patriarch made a move.

A huge blood-colored soul, holding a staff, bombarded down.

Moreover, the old patriarch is still constantly spurting blood, constantly increasing his attack power.

Zhao Yijian also took the opportunity to make a move.

The sword shadow was like a cage, enveloping the undead corpse in an instant, constantly rotating and strangled.

Of course, because the round head hugged the undead corpse, it was also within the range of the sword shadow's strangulation.

At this moment, the round head clearly holds the heart of death, and he also wants to drag the undead corpse to prevent him from escaping.

didn't care about the strangulation of the sword shadow at all, but hugged the undead corpse more and more, and even the body energy began to riot, he wanted to explode his energy and pull the undead corpse to die together.

The undead are crazy.

At this moment, if he doesn't get out, he will really fall.

After living for a long time, waiting for the return, waking up from a deep sleep, seeing that the return is imminent, how can you be willing to fall?

The scimitar in his hand, an ominous force erupted, and the scimitar began to shatter gradually.

Zhao Yijian's face changed wildly, and his body retreated wildly, leaving only an afterimage in place.

Rumble!

A circle of gray light burst out.

The gray light swept in all directions, and the surrounding buildings instantly turned into powder.

Zhao Yijian, who was retreating, constantly had sword shadows on his body, resisting the gray light coming from the impact, and his figure kept retreating.

Burst!

Suddenly, a gray light broke through the protection of the sword shadow and bombarded his body, and suddenly a mouthful of blood spit out, and his expression became slightly sluggish.

"Ahh

In the gray light, in the center of the explosion, there was the crazy roar of the old patriarch.

Boom!

The blood light rushed to the sky, and in the gray light, a cloud of blood light burst out.

Xu Yang and Chu Qingyun had already recovered to their original appearance and were watching the battle from a distance.

"It's crazy. ”

Seeing the undead corpse erupt, and then the old patriarch blew himself up, Xu Yang was shocked.

The losers have since perished.

In the end, only the old patriarch was left dead, and in despair, he desperately wanted to drag the enemy to die together.

I don't know, if the undead are dead.

Zhao Yijian was injured.

Xu Yang and Chu Qingyun hurriedly ran over.

"It's good that you're all right. ”

Zhao Yijian said with a sigh of relief when he saw that Xu Yang and Chu Qingyun were safe and sound.

"Uncle Zhao, it doesn't matter what your injuries are, right?"

Chu Qingyun looked at Zhao Yijian, whose breath was slightly sluggish, and said worriedly.

"It's not a big problem. ”

Zhao Yijian exhaled, and the energy in his body flowed, expelling the trace of ominous power that invaded his body.

Look up at the center of the battle.

At this moment, the building in the center of the battle turned into powder, and a large open space was vacated.

Buildings a little farther away have also collapsed quite a bit.

In the center of the battle, a large pit appeared.

The mutilated immortal corpse is in the pit at the moment.

It's not even dead!

Xu Yang was shocked, under such a powerful attack, although his body was somewhat mutilated, he did not die.

The vitality of the undead corpses is really tenacious, and their bodies are even more powerful and abnormal.

Such a violent self-explosion was not even shattered.

The other party's body was not shattered, but there were some mutilations, and one palm disappeared.

Half of the lower leg is gone.

The head collapsed slightly.

Lying in a big pit, dying.

"He shouldn't have the power to resist, right?"

Xu Yang said, raised his hand and threw a ball of thunder and lightning down.

Boom!

Thunder and lightning erupted, enveloping the undead in it, and it was constantly electrified.

Energy +999+999......

"I think he might be holding back, holding back a big move, looking for an opportunity to destroy us. ”

Xu Yang saw that the anger value was in the account, and he was immediately happy.

One by one, the balls of lightning were thrown.

Dozens of lightning balls were thrown into the big pit, and they exploded together.

The thunder and lightning were vertical and horizontal, and the entire pit was full of lightning flashes, and the figure of the undead could no longer be seen.

When the thunder dissipated, black smoke was emitting from the undead corpse, and it shook and shook.

The injury was too serious, and the ability to protect against thunder and lightning was greatly reduced, so under Xu Yang's thunder and lightning, the dry flesh and blood were about to be scorched.

Rage +999+999+1000......

"It's not dead, it's tenacious. ”

Xu Yang couldn't help but sigh.

The undead looked like they had only half a life left, and their bodies were a little mutilated, but under his lightning bombardment, they didn't suffer much damage except for a little smoke.

Zhao Yijian looked at the undead corpse in the big pit, and the sword in his hand flew out, stabbing towards the opponent's head.

The undead wanted to dodge, but at this moment, he was seriously injured, and it was too late.

Burst!

The sword drove into the undead's head, nailing it to the ground.

"For the sake of insurance, I still cut him into ten and eight pieces. ”

Xu Yang suggested on the side.

The undead don't know how many years they have existed, and since they are called "undead corpses", it can be seen that they are difficult to kill.

Even if you nail your head to the ground, or even under the sword, your head is cracked, you may not really be dead.

A cracked head, no brains flowing out.

Through the wound, you can see a faint light inside your head.

Could it be that you have cultivated to the point where you have evolved all your brains?

Xu Yang stared at the faint light in the head of the undead corpse, could it be that the light was the soul of the undead corpse?

Zhao Yijian has some understanding of undead corpses, and naturally knows that undead corpses are difficult to kill.

A sword nailed the opponent's head to the ground, and the sword shook the head, and ordinary people must die.

Even if his head is cracked, he will definitely die.

However, the undead are not.

Therefore, Zhao Yijian pinched a sword trick, and the sword nailed to the head of the immortal corpse suddenly bloomed with wisps of sword light, which suddenly rippled away, turning into sword wires, wrapping around the body of the immortal corpse.

A gray glow erupted from the undead corpse.

The other party, perceiving the deadly crisis, is no longer hiding, and is struggling to resist.

If it was before, Zhao Yijian's sword wire might not be able to kill the other party.

However, under such a heavy blow, the undead corpse tried to resist the strangulation of the sword wire, but it was only a final death struggle.

"Extinguish!"

The sword trick in Zhao Yijian's hand changed, and the sword wire wrapped around the body of the immortal corpse suddenly tightened and strangled.

Sting!

The sword wire continued to cut, easily breaking through the dry flesh of the undead corpse and cutting directly into the bone.

There was a sound of cutting gold and iron, and occasionally sparks jumped.

Xu Yang stared at it with wide eyes, the bones of the immortal corpse were really too hard.

It was difficult to resist the strangulation of the sword wire!

Zhao Yijian's face was solemn, he didn't expect that the bones of the immortal corpse would be so hard.

A wave of energy rose from his body, and the sword technique in his hand changed, increasing the strength of the strangulation.

Xu Yang stared at the undead corpse for a while, especially the cracked head, the faint light inside.

Then, it should be the source of life of the undead corpse?

Soul?

Raising his hand, a ray of thunder and lightning converged in his hand.

Under continuous compression, the thunder and lightning are compressed only to the size of the little finger.