The hammer of the male corpse was extremely fast, even Wu Ze didn't have time to react at all, he could only watch Luo Fatzi being swept out, and then the whole person fell on a pile of porcelain behind him, and under Luo Fatman's body, there was a sound of porcelain breaking.

It's just that the damage caused by the male corpse to Luo Fatzi's body this time is obviously much more serious than last time, and he is now lying on the ground, moaning in pain.

Jiang Yan next to her was watching this scene in horror, when she wanted to help Luo Fatzi up from the ground, she saw Wu Ze blocking the left and right branches again, and she was about to be unable to support it, so she hesitated at this time, not knowing whether to check Luo Fatzi's injury first, or go up to help Wu Ze first.

But before she could hesitate, the situation in the fight arena was already extremely grim, Wu Ze had just dodged a punch from the male corpse in embarrassment, and now he was staggering backwards.

Jiang Yan couldn't take care of the fat man Luo who was lying on the ground anymore, and she also rushed to the male corpse with a sapper shovel, intending to help Wu Ze share a little defensive pressure.

But before Jiang Yan joined the battle, Wu Ze couldn't support the sharp attack of this male corpse, he had been struggling to support it for so long, and now it was the end of the crossbow.

Now Wu Ze watched the male corpse kick his foot towards him, but he didn't have the extra strength to dodge at all.

The next moment, the big foot of the male corpse kicked directly on Wu Ze's thigh, and he felt a sharp pain in his thigh, and then Wu Ze couldn't support his body, and the whole person fell directly to the ground.

Immediately afterwards, the male corpse didn't care about Jiang Yan who ran from behind, he directly threw himself at Wu Ze who fell to the ground, and used his purple-black hands to pinch Wu Ze's throat.

Wu Ze's throat was choked by this male corpse at once, and these big purple-black hands were extremely powerful, which directly made Wu Ze feel breathless.

When Jiang Yan, who came from behind, saw it, she was immediately shocked, and hurriedly waved the sapper shovel in her hand and slashed at the head of the male corpse.

But the skull of this male corpse now seemed to be wrapped in a layer of iron sheets, and the sharp sapper shovel slashed it, but only left a white mark on his scalp.

At this time, Zhao Baoshu couldn't care about casting his spell anymore, he quickly interrupted half of the spell, carried his Qingfeng sword, ran over quickly, and then slashed at the neck of the male corpse.

It's just that Zhao Baoshu's sword didn't have any effect, the neck of the male corpse was as hard as his skull, and Zhao Baoshu's sword cut it up, and it didn't even break the skin.

But this male corpse was tossed by Jiang Yan and Zhao Baoshu on him, he didn't move, still holding Wu Ze's neck tightly with both hands, wanting to strangle Wu Ze directly to death in one go.

After Wu Ze was choked by the male corpse, he still used his hand to break the fingers of the male corpse at first, so that he could still breathe a little, but as time passed, Wu Ze slowly lost the strength to break the fingers of the male corpse with both hands, and he had been pinched by the male corpse to the point that his eyes turned white, and his two hands were waving weakly.

Seeing that Wu Ze was about to be stunned by this male corpse, suddenly, his hand touched something, Wu Ze grabbed it casually, grabbed this thing, and then like a drowning person grabbing a straw, he took this thing and smashed it into the male corpse's hand.

At this time, something unexpected happened, after this thing smashed into the male corpse, the male corpse trembled all over, and then he couldn't care about Wu Ze, who was about to be strangled by him, and directly let go of his hands, wanting to grab the thing that Wu Ze smashed on him.

After the male corpse's hands were released, Wu Ze immediately felt his throat loosen, and a breath of fresh air poured into his lungs, he directly forgot about the male corpse in front of him, and greedily breathed these originally very ordinary air.

Wu Ze was relieved, but the male corpse was uncomfortable, it turned out that what Wu Ze smashed on him just now was the bronze mirror of the corpse that Wu Ze couldn't find before.

There is a providence in the dark, this corpse bronze mirror was grabbed from the ground by Wu Ze indiscriminately, and after smashing it on the male corpse, the corpse bronze mirror was directly attached to the male corpse, and the place where it was touched, straight smoke.

It was precisely because this bronze mirror had a huge impact on the male corpse that he let go of Wu Ze, who was about to be strangled by him, and wanted to grab the corpse suppression bronze mirror with his hands.

After his hand caught the bronze mirror of the corpse, green smoke began to rise from his palm, but the male corpse ignored the damage caused by the bronze mirror to his palm, and forcibly broke the bronze mirror from his chest with his right hand, and then raised his right hand to throw the bronze mirror to the ground.

Zhao Baoshu, who had been cutting with a sword for a long time and had not achieved any results in the next side, saw this scene, and after seeing this scene, he rushed forward desperately, holding the right hand of the male corpse, and pressed the bronze mirror in the hand of the male corpse on the body of the male corpse again.

In order to make this bronze mirror of the corpse suppressant stick tightly to the body of the male corpse and prevent him from breaking it off with his hands, Zhao Baoshu ignored the stench of the corpse liquid on the male corpse, and directly hugged the whole person and stuck tightly with the male corpse.

This male corpse was hugged by Zhao Baoshu like this, and the bronze mirror of the corpse was tightly attached to his body, and he immediately felt extremely painful, but now Zhao Baoshu hugged him tightly like a sloth, and the bronze mirror of the corpse was sandwiched between the two of them, so that the male corpse could no longer break the bronze mirror with his hands.

Yu Fei, this male corpse poured all his anger on Zhao Baoshu's body, only to see him use his fist as big as a sand bowl to hammer directly at Zhao Baoshu's back.

With such a big fist, coupled with the huge strength of the male corpse, after the punch was hammered down, Zhao Baoshu felt that his back was as if he had been hit by a heavy hammer, and it was extremely painful, but he endured the pain in his heart and continued to hold the male corpse desperately.

And the male corpse saw that Zhao Baoshu was still holding him tightly and refused to let go, so his fists hit Zhao Baoshu's back one after another.

This Zhao Baoshu also insisted on getting it, he was like those predecessors who sacrificed their lives for righteousness in ancient times, so he was brutally hit by nearly ten punches from this male corpse, endured the huge pain behind him, and refused to let go.

But Zhao Baoshu is old after all, his slightly thin body, after being hit so hard by the male corpse, is already the end of the strong crossbow, when the male corpse then hammered two more punches, Zhao Baoshu couldn't hold on anymore, only to see his body, staggering and softening, slumped to the ground, and then spurted out a mouthful of blood.