Zhuge had a few pieces of rotten meat hanging on his magical face.

His bruise-purple body was covered with disgusting slime. In some places, there are even white bones exposed.

"Men have to be ruthless to themselves, for the sake of the Heavenly Dao in their hearts, turning themselves into demon corpses is actually not a big deal!"

He spoke slowly, and his voice seemed to come from the Nine Shadows. The people around him trembled with shock.

There were also group class coaches who were fighting hard, and they all consciously stood behind Song Zhong. Because in the face of such a powerful evil thing, they knew that if they went up, they would only be killed in seconds.

They are warriors, but they don't want to be martyrs.

Uncle Chun's trembling body was also barely able to stand up. The flesh and skin on the fist he used to hit Zhuge was constantly rotting at this time.

When he saw Zhuge Magic's appearance at this time, Fang figured out why his attack just now had no effect on him at all.

"Zhuge magic, don't call me junior brother, because you are not worthy!"

Song Zhong waved his hand at the crowd, signaling for them to stay as far away from him as possible.

Then he stepped forward and took the initiative to walk towards Zhuge Magic. As the strongest of all, he must not be afraid. ……

After hearing Song Zhong's words, Zhuge Miraculous's face kept changing.

Being expelled from Taiqing Mountain is an indelible pain in his life. And at this time, Song Zhong's sentence, "You are not worthy" is tantamount to sprinkling salt on his wounds.

"You, give me a ...... death"

Zhuge Magical scolded angrily all his life, and punched Song Zhong in the chest.

His movements were fast, as fast as a fleeting bolt of lightning.

In the face of such a swift blow, Song Zhong did not have the slightest chance to dodge.

"Bang ......"

Immediately afterwards, with a dull sound, Song Zhong's body flew out directly upside down. Finally crashed into the building of the Olympian Club.

Pain, unimaginable pain, at this time, Song Zhong only felt that the bones in his chest were almost shattered.

At the same time, he found that his throat and eyes were a little salty, and a mouthful of black blood spurted out of him.

was injured, as strong as Song Zhong, and he couldn't even go through a round in front of the demon corpse.

When everyone reacted, they quickly came to Song Zhong's side.

Brother Hei and Liu Yingjun were on the left and right, trying to help Song Zhong up.

But at this time, Zhuge who had turned into a demon corpse magically moved again.

But the difference is that the target of his attack this time is not Song Zhong. It's the other coaches of the Yunqing club......

"Quick, run!"

Song Zhong shouted, wanting to beckon everyone to flee quickly.

At this time, he was already seriously injured. Zhuge is magically powerful, far beyond his imagination.

Song Zhong's shout, everyone did hear it.

But in the face of a ferocious demon corpse, escaping is destined to be only a luxury for them.

"Ah, don't ......"

A companion exclaimed, and blood flowed in the backfield.

In the blink of an eye, three or four people fell in pools of blood one after another.

Song Zhong clenched the obsidian sword in his hand, and then pushed away Brother Hei and Liu Yingjun, and his whole body rushed towards Zhuge who was fighting in the crowd again.

The sword is the king of weapons, and Song Zhong's swordsmanship has been guided by famous experts since he was a child.

The Obsidian Divine Sword emitted a compelling sword aura, just like a black dragon churning in the clouds and mist, and each of his attacks was close to Zhuge Magic's vital point.

Zhuge who turned into a demon corpse was magical, and he couldn't help but be unmatched in speed, and even his physical strength was terrifying.

The Obsidian Divine Sword is a Xuan-level magic weapon, and its blade is naturally extremely sharp.

Not to mention the magic of Zhuge at this time, even Huo Tianxing, the lord of the ghost capital, must be careful to avoid it.

It may be that Zhuge magically and exclusively improved the method of refining corpses, so that the demon corpse he turned into is no different from ordinary people in other places except for the image.

He was very skillful in dodging every attack of Song Zhong, and sometimes, he could even use his sharp claws to hit Song Zhong's sword.

Every time Zhuge magically struck, Song Zhong felt a powerful counterattack.

Gradually, Song Zhong's tiger's mouth was already overflowing with blood, and a little blood continued to seep into the sword god along the hilt of the obsidian sword.

"You are not my opponent, even if you are allowed to practice for another hundred years, you will still not be my opponent."

Zhuge smiled magically, he smiled very hideously.

In order to completely break down Song Zhong's inner defense, so as to get the pleasure of perverted revenge. At this time, Zhuge can even be said to be deliberately playing Song Zhong.

Another companion's body fell, and in front of the Olympian Fitness Club, there was already a river of blood.

"Boy, you are so powerful, even a demon corpse, you dare to provoke?"

At this time, Song Zhong's heart suddenly sounded the voice of the black dragon.

At this critical moment, the black dragon, which had fallen into a deep sleep before, actually woke up.

"Brother Long, save me ......"

After hearing this voice, Song Zhong suddenly shouted subconsciously.

"Little junior brother, what Brother Long and Brother Hu, even if Lingchen comes here in person today, I will definitely take your life."

Zhuge Magic's heart at this time has been greatly satisfied.

At this time, he finally wanted to take action to understand Song Zhong's life.

But he suddenly found that Song Zhong in front of him had a smile in his eyes when he looked at him.

Just when Zhuge was stunned, Brother Hei and Liu Yingjun's fists smeared with essence and blood hit Zhuge Magic's back in unison at this time.

"Bang, bang......"

After two dull sounds, the entire bodies of Brother Hei and Liu Yingjun retreated without listening.

When they do it, they already know it in their hearts.

His fate will not be much stronger than the previous Uncle Chun. But as brothers, they will never leave everyone alone.

"I'm going to die......"

Zhuge Miraculously's body suddenly surged out of an extremely powerful corpse qi. Immediately afterwards, a gust of wind blew out of thin air.

"It's over, Brother Long looks at you."

Song Zhong said secretly in his heart, and then in the midst of the obsidian divine sword, a black dragon in the soul state suddenly burst out.

"Ang ......"

A high-pitched dragon roar came, and the black dragon's body passed directly through Zhuge Magic's chest.

Zhuge looked at everything in front of him in disbelief, and then he half-knelt on the ground, his whole body as if it had been hollowed out by the black dragon......

The black dragon that was refined into a sword by the Eastern Emperor Taiyi, although it no longer has the strength it had in life.

But for the corpse cultivators, dragons are creatures that are naturally their nemesis.

Even legend, a long, long time ago. There was once a star-level corpse emperor who was killed by a Yin Dragon.

Then the Yin Dragon fell in love with the mortals, and their descendants were called the Exorcist Dragons. That is, the extremely powerful one in the Yin and Yang Realm now, the Ma family of the exorcist dragon clan.

"Luck, luck, the truth is not good, you kid would have such luck......"

Zhuge showed a trace of helplessness in his magical eyes.

When the black dragon, the nemesis of the corpse path, appeared, all his deformed dreams turned into extravagant hopes.

He closed his eyes helplessly, and then his demon body quickly collapsed at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Song Zhong sat on the ground a little weakly, and Song Lingling's hanging heart gradually put it in her stomach.

Uncle Chun looked at everything in front of him helplessly, tonight they took nearly twenty lives in order to get back the so-called justice. Those were the brothers who had been with them in the past......

Half an hour later......

The First Hospital of Beichuan City. Because of the head nurse Song Lingling, almost all the nurses and doctors were dispatched at the same time to rescue Song Zhong and others.

The lights in the intensive care unit were on until dawn.

"Song Lingling, what's the matter with you. How did these people get hurt? Did they pay the medical bills? ”

At this time, outside the door of the intensive care unit, there was an old man in his sixties, who scolded Song Lingling even if he split his head and covered his face.

While he spoke, his two eyes were still staring at Song Lingling's towering chest, looking very obscene.

"Dean Li, all the people in this ward are my friends. Because of the rush of time, I sent them directly to the intensive care unit. You can rest assured that the money for medical treatment, we will not lose a share. ”

Song Lingling held back the disgust in her heart and said respectfully to the old man in front of her.

"Lingling, since they are all your friends, then I will also open the net, as for their medical expenses, it is actually okay not to give them!"

When Dean Li spoke, he suddenly changed his face, and he smiled and took Song Lingling's hand with his hand. The meaning in the eyes is self-evident.

Song Lingling knew that if she didn't listen to this guy, he would definitely order someone to stop the rescue. So for a while, I was in a dilemma.

Just when Dean Li's hand was about to touch Song Lingling.

Suddenly, a big hand appeared out of thin air and held Li Rongjun's hand tightly.

"Brother Li, do you remember me? I'm Chunchun, and I've given you a private lesson before. ”

The person who appeared was Uncle Chun, and at this time, her right hand was wrapped in bandages, but his left hand grabbed Dean Li's hand.

That old man is actually Li Rongjun, the director of Beichuan First Hospital, that is, the guy Uncle Chun wanted to find when he first came here.

It's just that looking at this guy's face at this time, it's obvious that he is not a good person.