Roar!

The ironclad zombie let out a roar when it landed, and there were no injuries on its body except for some scorched black on the heart shield on its chest.

However, the attack just now had already angered it, and the ironclad zombie leaped up, and several jumps caught up with Qiusheng again, stretching out his arm and grabbing his neck.

"Master, don't draw talismans for your old man, come here and help!"

Qiusheng shrunk his head and bent over, and his shoulder hit the ironclad zombie hard, the ironclad zombie didn't do anything, and he almost sat on the ground himself.

"After holding on for a while, the teacher will draw it immediately." The middle-aged man had a solemn face, bit his index finger, and quickly drew a talisman on the ground with blood.

"Mom, I really can't hold on, master ...... help"

The ironclad zombie grabbed Qiusheng's arm and threw him out again.

Qiu Sheng grinned and got up from the ground, and swung his fists like garlic and smashed them into the chest of the ironclad zombie.

"Bang bang bang!"

After a series of muffled sounds, Qiusheng raised his head and saw the ironclad zombie with an expressionless face.

"Smack!"

The ironclad zombie waved its arms like a fly and sent him flying with a slap.

"That's it!"

On the other side, the middle-aged man came over, swept out with a kick, kicked at the crook of the ironclad zombie's leg, and knocked him to the ground, the middle-aged man took a step forward, waved his arm out, and a yellow rune paper stuck to the ironclad zombie's forehead, and the ironclad zombie suddenly seemed to have been immobilized, unable to move.

"Master, your old man has been a professional pit apprentice for a hundred years, next time you don't pay me, don't want me to work with you." Qiusheng limped over and said with an angry face.

"Bastard boy, you eat me, live in me, the master took you out to gain knowledge, you don't know how to be grateful, and you dare to blame the master." The middle-aged man slapped Qiusheng on the top of his head, and said viciously.

Qiusheng rubbed his head and said with a sad face: "Anyway, if I don't pay my wages in the future, I will strike." ”

While the two were talking, the yellow rune paper spontaneously combusted without wind, and the ironclad zombie stood up straight from the ground.

"Mom, master, run!" Qiusheng screamed, and ran away.

"Bastard boy, I don't know how to wait for the master." The middle-aged man's arm swung out, and the peachwood sword stabbed the throat of the iron-armored zombie.

"Bang!"

The peachwood sword stabbed at the throat of the ironclad zombie and bounced, the ironclad zombie

The pitch-black arm stretched out and plunged straight into the middle-aged man's neck.

The middle-aged man moved sideways, and as soon as his body turned, he dodged the zombie's claws, and the peachwood sword stabbed on the temple of the ironclad zombie again.

"Roar!"

The ironclad zombie let out a roar and stretched out its arm to grab the peachwood sword directly.

"If you want it, here you go!"

The middle-aged man let go of his palm, stepped forward, and swept his leg on the crook of the ironclad zombie's leg.

However, this time it failed to kick the ironclad zombie down, and the ironclad zombie stumbled, and when the middle-aged man stood up, he hugged him, opened his big mouth with fangs, and bit his neck.

The middle-aged man's face changed drastically, and he tilted his head desperately to the side.

"Master, I'll help you!"

Qiusheng ran back in time and stuffed an object in his hand into the zombie's mouth, and the two worked together to get the middle-aged man out of the zombie's arms.

"Phew! Bastard, what did you give the ironclad zombies to eat, it stinks! The middle-aged man covered his nose and said.

"Master, for the great cause of your old man's demon subduing, I even gave my own shoes, and you are still not satisfied." Qiusheng said with a face full of grievances.

"Well, even if you kid still has a conscience, you still know to come back and deal with this guy with your teacher." The middle-aged man's face looked a little better, and it was rare to praise his apprentice.

"No, there's a more ferocious guy coming from behind, master, I was brought back by him." Qiusheng said with a sad face.

The middle-aged man was taken aback, and looked back, but wasn't it, a bald zombie with blue faces and fangs under the moonlight, looking at them curiously.

You Ming had been observing the master and apprentice for a while, and the two were busy fighting the zombies and didn't notice him, until the master and apprentice seemed to be unable to deal with the ironclad zombies, and he decided to come out to help.

Speaking of which, the reason why the two of them fell into this situation was because he chased Master Huang, if it wasn't for the weasel spirit destroying the formation they arranged, the ironclad zombies would not have come out of trouble.

However, he forgot what he looked like now, and as soon as he appeared, Qiusheng also regarded him as a zombie.

On the other side, the zombie bites the shoe, shakes its head a few times, and spits out the shoe, and it seems that the smell is a little unbearable even for the zombie.

"Bang bang bang!"

The ironclad zombie jumped towards the two of them, and Qiusheng panicked: "Master, which one do we solve first?" ”

"Fix your size, see clearly, the back

That's not a zombie. The middle-aged man glanced at You Ming and then withdrew his gaze, refocusing his attention on the ironclad zombies that had come over.

"Huh!"

At that moment, a red crescent moon swirled past him, drawing a beautiful arc towards the ironclad zombie.

The middle-aged man was startled by the strong wind he brought, and looked intently, only to realize that it was a red scimitar flying over.

While!

The Blood Moon Scimitar slashed at the Iron Zombie, making a sound of gold and iron clashing, and the Iron Zombie stretched out its arm and grabbed the Blood Moon Scimitar that bounced off.

The red shadow flashed, and the Blood Moon Scimitar was like a swimming fish, flexibly bypassing the palm of the iron-armored zombie, and slashed at its neck in a whirl.

However, to You Ming's surprise, the incomparably sharp Blood Moon Scimitar actually did not leave a single wound on the exposed neck of the ironclad zombie.

The first knife failed to split the armor on the zombie's body, and You Ming could still understand it, but the second knife really slashed at its vital point.

"I don't believe it, there's really nothing you can do."

You Ming waved his arm, and the Silver Moon Scimitar also spun out.

"Boom!"

Two scimitars, one silver and one red, slashed around the iron-armored zombie's body, and suddenly sparks splashed everywhere, and the sound of gold and iron clashing continued to be heard.

Qiusheng was dumbfounded, turned his head to the middle-aged man and asked, "Master, which sect of kung fu is this, and you are so sassy?" ”

The middle-aged man was also full of surprise, but in front of his apprentice, he still put on a posture of a bamboo in his chest, nodded and said: "Looking at his knife control technique, it should be the long-lost Qingcheng knife technique on the rivers and lakes." ”

"Master, the Qingcheng faction should be a Taoist sect, right? This man seems to be a monk. Qiusheng revealed, "Don't look at my young age, but don't lie to my expression."

"Hmph, what do you know, isn't our Maoshan faction also a Taoist sect, and now it's not an unscrupulous disciple like you." The middle-aged man's eyes widened, and he scolded angrily with some annoyance.

Roar!

The ironclad zombie suddenly let out a roar, and a cloud of slime erupted from its eye sockets, and both eyeballs were slashed by the Blood Moon Scimitar at the same time.

However, the ironclad zombie was unaffected, and it ignored the two scimitars that slashed at it, and pounced on the three of them.

"It's useless, zombies don't need to see, he relies on feeling the living life to determine the location of the prey." The middle-aged man said to You Ming.