In an instant, Feng Qicheng swung out a few more palms, and all the shots were on the old monk's joints, not the fatal parts.

But at this moment, the old monk suddenly shouted, and a strange momentum burst out all over his body, Feng Qingcheng hurriedly stopped the attack, stood quietly in the air, and frowned to observe the situation of the old monk.

I saw that the spots on his whole body gradually began to spread, and in the end they had become a large piece, his whole body changed to green, sharp fangs grew out of his mouth, his two eyes became slender, and his pupils turned blood red, and the momentum that originally belonged to zombies was undoubtedly revealed.

Feng Qingcheng snorted contemptuously, put his hands on his chest, and see what kind of wind and waves you, an old monk, can turn over.

"This body is beautiful, isn't it?"

Suddenly, the old monk spoke.

"Ugly, ugly."

Feng Tingcheng said.

The old monk was not angry, but put his right hand in front of him and grasped it.

"I'm talking about the beauty of power."

"I can't imagine that most of my penance has advanced to that realm, but it's just a burst of turquoise mist, which can help me improve my skills more than double, isn't it beautiful?"

Feng Chengcheng was suspicious in his heart, ordinary people, monks are no exception, if they are infected with this kind of witchcraft, they will completely lose their minds.

"You didn't turn into a zombie?"

She asked.

"Mine is indeed a zombie."

The old monk was happy and said: "But what is certain is that my consciousness has not been affected at all, I am a more advanced zombie, with unrivaled strength, and a consciousness that is no different from ordinary people, who can be defeated in the world?" ”

"Then why did you run away?"

After hearing this, Feng Qingcheng suddenly laughed and said.

"This ......"

The old monk's eyes widened, as if he had just realized the problem.

"Let me tell you, your mind is broken, and your body instinctively wants to escape from danger, which is me who lives in the Easy City!"

Feng Chengcheng said with a grim smile.

"Impossible! I am invincible! I'm going to tear you apart! Eat it piece by piece! ”

The old monk looked very angry, and opened his mouth and scolded.

Feng Chengcheng is not a person who likes nonsense, so he immediately muffled, held back his strength, and his whole body thought that it was a bullet, and rushed towards the old monk.

Before he could react, Feng Chengcheng had already punched him in the lower abdomen.

The soaked and swollen, revealing a strange metallic luster, was very hard, but Feng Chengcheng just punched it and burst into pieces, falling down.

"No... No way! I am invincible. ”

The old monk bent over like a cooked shrimp, his eyes widened, and his mouth overflowed with turquoise liquid, muttering incredulously.

Feng Chengcheng responded with a stormy fist, and the sound of ping-pong bells was heard in his ears, and the ghost monk's skin fell one by one, and he spat out a large gulp of turquoise fishy liquid.

Feng Chengcheng was tired of this kind of task of educating old things, and in an instant, he roared angrily: "Die!" ”

Suddenly, a fist that condensed the strength of his whole body burst out, hitting the old monk's lower abdomen, just the fist wind, which had completely and cleanly pierced a hole in the zombie body he was proud of.

Feng Qingcheng looked at him coldly with a stunned expression, withdrew his fist and stood in the air.

But after waiting for a long time, the old monk was still floating in the air and never fell, Feng Tingcheng was taken aback, obviously he had penetrated the vital point!

The old monk also seemed to be aware of this problem, and touched his body with both hands, and even touched it straight through the hole, yes, there is no doubt that the lower abdomen was pierced by a hole, but he is still alive, which is also a fact of iron.

"Hahahaha! I've said it a long time ago! I am invincible! You can't kill me! ”

He laughed arrogantly.

Feng Chengcheng also remembered that the so-called zombie was an undead creature, and only by destroying it into powder or sealing it elsewhere could it be regarded as truly killing him.

It's simple, Feng Qicheng has such a zombie's nemesis hanging around his waist, the Purple Thunder Sword.

Feng Qingcheng stared coldly at the old monk in front of him, and his right hand touched the hilt of the Purple Thunder Sword on his waist, and the familiar feel slowly pulled it out.

Suddenly, the sky was overshadowed, and the sound of wind and thunder permeated the surroundings.

The old monk was stunned again, and asked in a daze, "What kind of sword are you?" ”

"Just try and you'll know."

Feng Qingcheng stood the Purple Thunder Sword in front of him and exhaled softly.

Then, Feng Chengcheng's figure was like a ghost, and the surroundings gradually fell into darkness, and only the purple-black strange lightning could be seen.

The old monk panicked, and for some reason, his body trembled uncontrollably, just like a sheep meeting a lion and a fawn hitting a tiger, which was a natural enemy relationship.

Drink!

Feng Chengcheng shouted softly, and suddenly swung a sword in his right hand, and the purple-black lightning slashed through the air in an instant.

There was a clean brushing sound in his ears, and one of the old monk's arms was cut off.

The old monk who couldn't even feel the pain when he was pierced into his lower abdomen wailed extremely miserably at this time, covering the wound with his right hand, and his face was hideous.

And the severed left arm also turned into pieces of dust in mid-air, dissipated with the wind.

Thunder swept away all the evil in the world.

Feng Chengcheng took a deep breath, and his figure disappeared into the darkness again.

"There's a kind of dignified coming out to fight! What kind of hero is hiding and hiding?! ”

He waved his right arm in the air and roared in despair.

He waved his right arm in the air and roared in despair.

"Are you going to be a hero?"

Feng Chengcheng sneered in the darkness.

Suddenly, I saw the old monk in front of me shivering, and he was so shocked that he couldn't speak.

Feng Qicheng's pupils shrank in an instant, the muscles of his body burst out, and the purple thunder sword in his hand brought a whistling sound of breaking through the air, and in an instant, purple-black lightning slashed through the air.

Feng Chengcheng stopped his body, let out a long breath, and slowly stood up, the old monk stood behind him tremblingly, and suddenly heard a crisp sound in his ears, and the old monk screamed, and his body was split in half obliquely, turning into a little bit of light and dust.

Feng Qingcheng put the Purple Thunder Sword into his waist, turned around, and suddenly felt shocked in his heart, where the old monk was originally standing, there was still a turquoise aura.

Could it be that even the soul has become like this?

Feng Qicheng's heart swelled with fire, and with a roar, he rushed forward, and the purple thunder sword on his waist had already been drawn in his hand.

Shrink the ground into inches!

In an instant, two steps had already rushed forward, and this turquoise aura was like a small flame, exuding an unsettling aura.

Feng Qingcheng held his breath and stared at his round eyes, holding the Purple Thunder Sword high, and instantly exhaled and slashed it angrily.

The Purple Thunder Sword fell in an instant, slashing through this turquoise aura.

What is surprising is that this thing did not dissipate like the old monk's body.

It's just that it seems to be blown by the blade of the Purple Thunder Sword, and there has never been even a split.

Feng Chengcheng was taken aback, and just when she was stunned, suddenly the blue-green flame in front of her suddenly rose to the sky and rushed towards the west of Xiaoyao City.

And at this moment, the people from the Dongshan Club also arrived, floating in the air and eagerly asked, "Miss Allure, how are things?" ”

But where did Feng Chengcheng have time to deal with them, he didn't say a word, he just yelled, kicked the ground with both feet, and in an instant, his body accelerated and burst out of the air like a bullet.

The sound of the wind was whistling in his ears, but the speed of this turquoise aura in front of him was obviously not slow, although Feng Qicheng was already moving with all its strength, and the surrounding scenery was rotating rapidly, but the distance between the two had never changed.

Feng Qingcheng was anxious and kept speeding up his body.

In just a moment, he had chased out of Xiaoyao City and came outside, surrounded by green mountains and green waters, and the air was as cold as ice blades.

But Feng Chengcheng did not slack off in the slightest, and the fast-moving turquoise aura had gradually narrowed closer, where did it want to go? What is it?

There was a lot of doubt in his heart, and it was impossible for Feng Chengcheng to put it in his mind, just because it was about the turquoise aura, the ghost wizard.

The green silk was blown by the strong wind, and Feng Qicheng's pupils suddenly shrank, and when he came to the mountain, the blue-green seven stars actually rushed straight into a deep cave.

At the same time, Feng Chengcheng also felt it, and her body kept signaling that there was some kind of fierce beast hidden in this cave that even frightened her.

She was taken aback, holding the Purple Thunder Sword in the air, staring at the cave.

Sky Splitter, Roaring Dragon?

Wrong wrong! It's weird! It's a little like the old wizard, but it's not.